Basics
Name:Rex of Calthir
Age:16
Gender:Male
Race:Hundi
Rank:4 of Swords
Appearance:
i.pinimg.com/originals/7d/b5/3b/7db53…The first thing anyone would notice about Rex is his extraordinary physique. From his neck to his calves, Rex is nothing but unbridled muscle and testosterone. Aside from his trained body, one may also refer to his intimidating height (6’5”) and long appendages to conclude that this is one beast not worth perturbing.
Rex's eyes are somewhere between pale blue and gray and practically ooze excitement. As well, his medium length black hair sits stylishly atop his head disturbed solely by his two wolfish ears. His tail is large enough to create light gusts of wind whenever it wags.
For attire outside of battle, Rex prefers to “maximize ventilation” so-to-speak. In certain terms, Rex will wear as little clothing he can without being kicked out of the guild hall. It is not uncommon for him to forgo shirts entirely.
Personality
A kindhearted, boisterous, and vigorous character, Rex is the antithesis to his predatory appearance. He is patient, naive, and smiles wide. Rex seems to genuinely care about the people around him.
On one hand, Rex has an unfathomable quantity of energy, so much so, that even if he weren’t Hundi one may conflate him with the bombastic personality of a dog. On the other hand, his intelligence leaves something to be desired. He was never the smartest among his peers and has often relied on either luck or strength to solve his more complicated issues. As well, he is far too trusting for his own good and couldn’t lie to save his own life. Rex was neglected throughout his life, and is hypersensitive and incredibly responsive to any positive interaction. It would not be difficult for an ill-meaning party to take advantage of him.
Rex’s greatest dream is to become a legendary hero. He has a set of ideals that he believes heroes must abide by, and will often describe his behavior by claiming they were becoming of those ideals. In fact, almost all of his actions are based on what he thinks this hypothetical hero of his would do. Truthfully, Rex just wants to be friends with everyone around him and see everyone smile. His greatest fear is to be powerless when it truly counts, and strives to never find himself in that situation.
As a side note, should one be tall enough to reach, Rex is a sucker for headpats.
Brief Backstory
Especially for a race as proud as the Hundi, Rex’s upbringing was destitute from the beginning. Situated somewhere in northern Ithillin east of Calthir was a camp of cold bandits, and Rex was born the bastard son of their chief. Though cold, the bandits were not heartless, and Rex was cared for as long as it took for them to anonymously deposit him at an orphanage in Calthir. Rex’s first memories are past this point; he doesn’t even remember the face of his mother.
There, at the orphanage, Rex was nurtured past his infancy. The caretakers gave him his current name Rex. These years passed by without incident. Rather, his formative years seemed to be too bland. The dull nature of the surroundings bled into Rex and all the orphans until they themselves became dull. There may have been some form of camaraderie among the young orphans, but in their formative years, friendship was nowhere to be found. Not until they found a cause to rally behind.
The thing about genetics is that one’s progeny tends to share their progenitors traits. Rex was no exception. As he dawdled past his toddler years into his early adolescence, he began to resemble the heinous crime-lord that was his father. His mug was infamous for it’s long-standing on Calthir’s list of wanted criminals. While the resemblance was mistakable, the other kids in the orphanage did not look past this. Rex was soon met with nothing but contempt by his peers. In some semblance of morbid irony, Rex’s very ostracization was the foundation of his fellow orphan’s friendships.
It did not take long for Rex to grow restless. But rather than returning contempt with contempt, he instead was driven to succeed. His peers did not support him, so Rex soon learned to support himself. While most of the growing children made up for the orphanages meager sustenance with thieveries they shared amongst themselves, Rex found himself in servitude of a tailor who paid him with bread to sew. The tailor was all but uninterested in Rex except for his young and nimble fingers, and once Rex became eleven he was forced to seek another form of work.
This new work soon revealed itself as the loading and unloading of cargo at trade depots, a labor reserved for the degenerates who needed whatever coin that could possibly come their way. The pay was meager, the work was hard, and Rex was mistreated. But like farmers who spend endless hours working a field, Rex grew fortuitous with his endeavors. Funnily enough, the lower echelons of society were among the most accepting people Rex had met in his life. If Rex had any friends from Calthir, it was among those who toiled alongside him.
Rather than playing with other kids in his free time, Rex would linger by the guild hall where he would watch the heroes returning from their adventures. In particular among them was a human who would have may have been ranked as high as ten had he adventures in Estival. The hero was known for his great strength, but also for his ability to make the people around him smile. Rex was fascinated by this, he had never made anyone around him smile.
As Rex grew older, he also grew startlingly large and began to stand out. His resemblance to his father only grew stronger, and people began to fear him. Even if one knew not of the notorious bandit chief that once terrorized Ithillin, Rex’s form was monstrous. Hundi did not usually come in his size, and the hard labor at the trade depots only served to exacerbate Rex’s intimidating presence. Once he was fifteen, he lost his job and was replaced.
The Smiling Hero, who was just an all aroung great guy, looked past the arbitrary plot point that was Rex's scaryness and the two became acquainted during a fateful encounter at the guild hall. Being around such a dude, Rex realized that he wanted to be a hero himself one day and asked the hero to teach him how to fight. The Smiling Hero agreed and taught him some basics, allowing Rex to learn how to swing a sword. For some time this went on, until the Smiling Hero set off on a quest and never returned.
Rex grew to resent his loneliness. His sixteenth birthday was coming up, and though Rex was not part of a Hundi family and conscripted to their traditions, he decided he wished to go on his coming-of-age quest. For the second time in his life, he considered what he dreamed for. His mind drifted to the hero who could make the people around him smile, and Rex knew what he wanted. First, he had to escape his cursed mantle and find somewhere that he could achieve such a thing. Behind him Ithillin shrunk as he traveled to Estival, leaving behind his father’s infamy and starting anew.
Equipment
Rex is in posession of a steel greatsword. He also has plain garments. Lastly, Rex is currently broke.
Skills
