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"Pray the lord, my soul to keep."



Name: Nicholas Armetian Jullian Matthius Kramer
Aliases: Nick for short - is it that fucking hard!?

Gender: Male.
Age: Twenty-five

Race/Ethnicty: German-American.
Place of Origin: Salyia Triumvirate

Occupation: Formerly a Jester, currently a mercenary.



Height: Six foot one.
Weight: 195 pounds

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Some scars on his body, please dont touch them...
Day To Day Attire: Various, rags one day to armor. Depends what hand he is dealt, usually, rags lets be honest here guys.

Strengths: 
Silver tongue - talk talk talk talk, do you ever shut up..? Woah that was a good joke maybe you aren't so bad...
Slippery - years of running helped when it came to losing people
I play dirty - sand to the eyes, kick to the groin man what a bitch fighter.
Connections - forming a last bonding is a key skill to have in a broken eats human world

Weaknesses: 
Bridges, burnt! - why do you all have swords
Magic sucks - i just dont like magic, wizards and witches just aren't what they are cut out to be.
Paranoid - are you sure i dont know you from somewhere
Greedy - money first, this rat has to eat
Pride - trust me when it comes to this, i'm simply the best
Damned - i always feel like i'm going nowhere
Unorganized - i never can hold onto something, not even my clothes.



All things important!: 
Worn Jester's hat: A jester's hat, keeping it classy san diego.
Steel dagger: A gift from a dead guy, thanks dead guy.
Raggedy clothing: Tragedy, lost my clothes to a roadside whore - such is life.
Bone Necklace: This is made from the people I've killed... Beware me. Truly, the best souvenir I've bought.
Leather backpack: All things important inside, warning prone to being worn.



Ever leave someone for dead?

That was probably the worst side of me that could show, I didn't want to leave him but also at the same time I wanted to live. Morals are a bitch but no one ever taught me ethics, it just comes to you naturally. That's what my fans say about comedy, magic casters and nobles they pay a lot to laugh. I coulden't imagine being them, bored out of their minds - how sad. I use to put on a show for people, with my friend Zach but after fighting some angry guys they fucked up Zach and I bailed out.

Great friend right, I look up to the stars and think man why was that guy such a loud mouth. I should mention Zach came after me with some angrier people, they always keep me on the move. I should thank him, he taught me how to run for my life which these days seems like a life skill everyone needs. I've been all over the kingdoms, just not the south. I can't seem to find a place to settle down, make enough money or enjoy. I've been told I live on a motor, I'm an adventurer I go where the money goes and I like to live fast - that's not a lot to ask for.

Yet, I'm living my life in fear, woe is me.. The tragic bard. The gods don't favor me, I've never been religious but I'd like to say there is a force above us since Joe, Jill and Jack can shoot fire or turn water to wine. I'm not much of a people person ironically enough. It's just a mask I wear, making people laugh but I do what the people want of me - I'm a pushover, a people pleaser. I relish some of the moments I've spent in comedy, but no more. I'm tired of getting by, I should be applying myself differently - will all these wars and conflicts kicking off I'd rather not sit in the middle cracking jokes. It's fun to make fun of something grim.

Going east I ended up in Praetor City, what a shit hole the women were ok but I've been robbed twice so far. There is the promise of a good job coming up soon, maybe I'll find something suitable and try to act the part and get a position. Something sinister, I always have a sinister feeling about everything maybe I'm depressed but I know if I don't fix up my act then it will be my last.

Hello, my name is Dead man walking - Nick for short, how do you do?



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Blood red! It's simply BLOOD RED!!!


"Pray the lord, my soul to keep."



Name: Nicholas Armetian Jullian Matthius Kramer
Aliases: Nick for short - is it that fucking hard!?

Gender: Male.
Age: Twenty-five

Race/Ethnicty: German-American.
Place of Origin: Salyia Triumvirate

Occupation: Formerly a Jester, currently a mercenary.



Height: Six foot one.
Weight: 195 pounds

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Some scars on his body, please dont touch them...
Day To Day Attire: Various, rags one day to armor. Depends what hand he is dealt, usually, rags lets be honest here guys.

Strengths: 
Silver tongue - talk talk talk talk, do you ever shut up..? Woah that was a good joke maybe you aren't so bad...
Slippery - years of running helped when it came to losing people
I play dirty - sand to the eyes, kick to the groin man what a bitch fighter.
Connections - forming a last bonding is a key skill to have in a broken eats human world

Weaknesses: 
Bridges, burnt! - why do you all have swords
Magic sucks - i just dont like magic, wizards and witches just aren't what they are cut out to be.
Paranoid - are you sure i dont know you from somewhere
Greedy - money first, this rat has to eat
Pride - trust me when it comes to this, i'm simply the best
Damned - i always feel like i'm going nowhere
Unorganized - i never can hold onto something, not even my clothes.



All things important!: 
Worn Jester's hat: A jester's hat, keeping it class san diego.
Steel dagger: A gift from a dead guy, thanks dead guy.
Raggedy clothing: Tragedy, lost my clothes to a roadside whore - such is life.
Bone Necklace: This is made from the people I've killed... Beware me. Truly, the best souvenir I've bought.
Leather backpack: All things important inside, warning prone to being worn.



Ever leave someone for dead?

That was probably the worst side of me that could show, I didn't want to leave him but also at the same time I wanted to live. Morals are a bitch but no one ever taught me ethics, it just comes to you naturally. That's what my fans say about comedy, magic casters and nobles they pay a lot to laugh. I coulden't imagine being them, bored out of their minds - how sad. I use to put on a show for people, with my friend Zach but after fighting some angry guys they fucked up Zach and I bailed out.

Great friend right, I look up to the stars and think man why was that guy such a loud mouth. I should mention Zach came after me with some angrier people, they always keep me on the move. I should thank him, he taught me how to run for my life which these days seems like a life skill everyone needs. I've been all over the kingdoms, just not the south. I can't seem to find a place to settle down, make enough money or enjoy. I've been told I live on a motor, I'm an adventurer I go where the money goes and I like to live fast - that's not a lot to ask for.

Yet, I'm living my life in fear, woe is me.. The tragic bard. The gods don't favor me, I've never been religious but I'd like to say there is a force above us since Joe, Jill and Jack can shoot fire or turn water to wine. I'm not much of a people person ironically enough. It's just a mask I wear, making people laugh but I do what the people want of me - I'm a pushover, a people pleaser. I relish some of the moments I've spent in comedy, but no more. I'm tired of getting by, I should be applying myself differently - will all these wars and conflicts kicking off I'd rather not sit in the middle cracking jokes. It's fun to make fun of something grim.

Going east I ended up in Praetor City, what a shit hole the women were ok but I've been robbed twice so far. There is the promise of a good job coming up soon, maybe I'll find something suitable and try to act the part and get a position. Something sinister, I always have a sinister feeling about everything maybe I'm depressed but I know if I don't fix up my act then it will be my last.

Hello, my name is Dead man walking - Nick for short, how do you do?

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