Name: Craggard
Nickname: He does his best to try to stamp out any nickname he acquires. He never seems to get the cool ones.
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: A short and heavy man, Craggard tends to attract an audience on his appearance alone. He has long fingernails and half-lidded eyes almost always gleaming with mischief. Craggard also has greasy white hair that extends halfway to his neck, greased back with unidentified animal fat. His skin is pale and ghostly, and despite being plump he always looks sickly.
Outfit: He wears a long, tattered jacket lined with dingy animal fur. He's never without a backpack almost twice his size hoisted on his back, bulging with odds and ends he's collected over the years. In fact, he keeps his merchandise anywhere he can stuff it, from in his jacket to his boots. Pretty much everything he wears has a hidden pocket to keep his merchandise from pickpockets.
Occupation(s): Merchant/Scavenger
Biography: Craggard doesn't know or remember much of where he was born, however he spent most of his childhood in one of the 12 cities, Taurus. He never got to see much of the luxuries of the city, forced to the outskirts in a dirty slum like any other. Every once in a long while he would see a fair lady or gentleman pass through, clearly better off than he was. Craggard learned to hate the way he lived, and he hightailed out of the slums as soon as he could, to do the dismay of those who raised him. Since then, he's made a decent living off of selling useless junk, although he'll never admit said junk is anything less than priceless. He's completely dedicated to his job, and has swindling down to an art form.
Equipment:
- A backpack full of junk, but he does have a few possible valuable things in there, including a bag of random metal parts, a small music box that plays some kind of lullaby, and a few grenade that stopped working a long time ago.
- Six daggers hidden in his jacket
- A small sack of dried jerky attached to his belt
Skills and Flaws:
+ Craggard is very persuasive and an excellent haggler.
+ Despite acting like a buffoon the majority of the time, Craggard can be surprisingly clever when he needs to be.
+ Has no idea how to handle a gun, but he can handle himself with a few daggers quite nicely.
- Few things seem to anger Craggard, but any insults to his job or his ego will be met with much cursing and flailing.
- Stubborn and easily holds a grudge
- Not the best at sneak attacks... his backpack rattles with every movement, and he never seems to understand when to shut up.
Nickname: He does his best to try to stamp out any nickname he acquires. He never seems to get the cool ones.
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: A short and heavy man, Craggard tends to attract an audience on his appearance alone. He has long fingernails and half-lidded eyes almost always gleaming with mischief. Craggard also has greasy white hair that extends halfway to his neck, greased back with unidentified animal fat. His skin is pale and ghostly, and despite being plump he always looks sickly.
Outfit: He wears a long, tattered jacket lined with dingy animal fur. He's never without a backpack almost twice his size hoisted on his back, bulging with odds and ends he's collected over the years. In fact, he keeps his merchandise anywhere he can stuff it, from in his jacket to his boots. Pretty much everything he wears has a hidden pocket to keep his merchandise from pickpockets.
Occupation(s): Merchant/Scavenger
Biography: Craggard doesn't know or remember much of where he was born, however he spent most of his childhood in one of the 12 cities, Taurus. He never got to see much of the luxuries of the city, forced to the outskirts in a dirty slum like any other. Every once in a long while he would see a fair lady or gentleman pass through, clearly better off than he was. Craggard learned to hate the way he lived, and he hightailed out of the slums as soon as he could, to do the dismay of those who raised him. Since then, he's made a decent living off of selling useless junk, although he'll never admit said junk is anything less than priceless. He's completely dedicated to his job, and has swindling down to an art form.
Equipment:
- A backpack full of junk, but he does have a few possible valuable things in there, including a bag of random metal parts, a small music box that plays some kind of lullaby, and a few grenade that stopped working a long time ago.
- Six daggers hidden in his jacket
- A small sack of dried jerky attached to his belt
Skills and Flaws:
+ Craggard is very persuasive and an excellent haggler.
+ Despite acting like a buffoon the majority of the time, Craggard can be surprisingly clever when he needs to be.
+ Has no idea how to handle a gun, but he can handle himself with a few daggers quite nicely.
- Few things seem to anger Craggard, but any insults to his job or his ego will be met with much cursing and flailing.
- Stubborn and easily holds a grudge
- Not the best at sneak attacks... his backpack rattles with every movement, and he never seems to understand when to shut up.
