[CHAR] The Beast of BlackBirch

[Aintitfun1997]

Name: Arson

Age: 24

Gender:Female

Personality:Strong, smart, caring,Stubborn, mischievous, hard headed

Class: Blacksmith Apprentice (was going to be a hound Master before orphaned)

Appearance:

- Jark

Bio: At the age of 16 Arson had lost her father to an act of Murder and was left alone with nothing but her hound, Jark, and some money. Arson had left her home to go find a job. That's actually what brought her to BlackBirch, she had her fingers crossed as she went up to the Blacksmith of the town, Mr.Marsh, and asked if he'd like an extra hand. Arson had explained that she had basic experience in smelting and- well being a blacksmith. Mr.Marsh took pity on her and took Arson in as an Apprentice and took on piles of work and Criticism. When his daughter went missing he became more mean and more volatile due to his drinking, but Arson stuck by him running errands for him and getting him what he needed.

[bloonewb]

Name: Testran Beele
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: Cowardly, disloyal, submissive, quiet
Class/Occupation: Traveling Minstrel

Appearance: Most certainly not tall, his height would be roughly attributed to 5'3". He is brown of hair, and his eyes are strangely extremely deep blue. He dresses in very common looking brown attire, but with one exception. He has a cape that drapes down to his waist and is a very bright yellow, which he is very fond of. Insulting his cape means insulting him. He likes to wave the cape around when preforming or storming out of a bar, and no one's ever seen him without it except himself.

Bio: The Beeles were never a lucky group. Testran has had many interesting ancestors leading very glamourous (but not fortunate) lives. If you get a few drinks in the young fellow, the first story he would divulge is the story of his great-great-grandfather, Morris. Supposedly, Morris Beele was once conned by a great king in times past, in which the king promised Morris land "as far as the eye could see" if Morris would take up arms in his name as a knight. Who's eye? The eye of the king's secretary, who was a severe myopic. Therefore, Testran inherited from his ancestor the knight roughly 9 square yards of land. After that, it was bad turn after bad turn for that family.

[Tuxedo Fox]

Dismas Delaporte

Name: Dismas Delaporte (pronounces his last name Dell-uh-port as opposed to the family De La Porte/Day-Lah-Port)

Age: 36

Gender:Male

Class: Highwayman

Appearance: If you had to adequately sum up the appearance of Dismas in one word the only viable option would be Mean. Not only do his sharp hawklike facial features come off as hostile but his average wardrobe screams “I'm probably committing crime” on a daily basis. He is actually somewhat small for a man, standing at only 5'7” and likewise has a slender frame to match. Don't let that fool you though; he is the type of man that has no fat on him and is instead made up of mostly thin ropey muscle. He is that rare dangerous type of scrapper who gets mistaken for weak due to the outward appearance of his body: many a man has made the mistake of thinking they could overpower Dismas only to wind up on the sharp end of his blade.

His most eye catching and memorable feature is the the quarter inch thick scar that starts mid forehead and runs directly over his left eye all the way down to the bottom of his cheek (somehow his eye came out unscathed)


Bio: Like many a highwayman Dismas has honed his craft over the years by preying on the misfortune of others in a somewhat civilized manner-well, as civilized as a gun toting dagger wielding criminal can be. There was only bloodshed when they resisted...or he had a really good ambush.

Its not his fault that he lives on blood money though-or atleast that is what he would tell himself night after night as he crawled ever deeper into the bottle. This mental affliction caused from the years of his trade was only made worse by the fact that Dismas had always been well aware he came from (As he had been told) an extremely rich family-only you don't really have any inheritance rights when your only claim is a mother who was a whore to the sex crazed lord of the local mansion.

Needless to say he was shocked to receive a rain soaked and partially blood stained letter from a random courier; the note of which he'd brought Dismas both explaining that the family mansion had fallen to ruin as of late and he should come reclaim his birthright.

Was it possible that he had somehow outlived every other legitimate heir to this seemingly abandoned estate? And if so-how much money could he make off the famed mansion that overlooked the Hamlet of BlackBirch? Probably a pretty penny, he assumed. Without wasteing any time he set out for his ancestral lands, determined to claim his rightful riches for both himself and his long forgotten and late mother.