Name: Cayl
Gender: male
Age: ~30
Personality: Dim-witted and naive, Cayl is honest to the bone and expects the same in return. Or rather, he doesn't know anything else to expect. He is not easily angered. Even in the face of injustice or wrongdoings, he responds with a clueless "why" in order to make sense of the twisted human mind. He is prone to dozing off in the middle of conversations, mostly to enjoy a particularly enjoyable breeze or the smell of wild flowers. He is lively and respectful. Quite often his views on life don't mesh well with those of humans, but as a follower of "balance above all things", he tries to be mindful of everything and consider everyone around him.
Short bio: "Legends say a great beast - both human and canine - prowls the lands around Millford ever since the days of old, some say even before The Happening. This town, now no more than a row of shacks, was once a bustling city of trade and knowledge. It's ruins still litter the surrounding plains, filled with unimaginable wealth and power, available to those who dare to face the terrible monster that is said to guard the ancient corridors beneath the crumbled walls. Is there an adventurer brave enough to enter the Millford Valley during a full moon night?"
What kind of a fairy tale the local folk used to lure tourists into Millford before he came into this world, Cayl didn't know. Living in a one room hut with an old lady, half a day's walk from town, had left him quite distant from the civilized world. Instead he spent his days ranging the wilderness and dancing with the wolves. The occasional trip to town to purchase supplies was the only time he met another human. Once a round was done and the woman had what she needed, Cayl was free to disappear into the forest for days, sometimes even weeks.
After one such voyage, Cayl returned to an empty house. Death had taken what was hers. Only a lifeless body sat in the corner, still holding a halfway woven basket in its hands. When the proper rituals had been made - as she would have wanted - Cayl knew there was nothing holding him to this place anymore. He had never been very close to her, but out of respect and gratitude had stuck with her until she had needed it. Weeks turned into months before Cayl returned to the run-down shack only to leave again. After a while, all what was left was a little clearing in the woods where the hut once stood.
Skills: Knowledge Roll: 5 - He can speak, read and do basic math. He only has rudimentary education in the latter two, mostly taught to him by the old lady for the occasional visits to town so as not to get scammed by the local farmers. Reading a book of fiction? No. Understanding a simple note or letter? Yes.
Denizen of Nature - Anything to do with the non-living side of nature, it's order, laws, cycles, dangers... This includes navigating via stars, predicting weather, finding water, etc.
Horse Whisperer - living among all manner of beasts has taught him to understand the behaviour of animals to the slightest of detail
Shoot to Kill - Cayl is an expert hunter, skilled in the use of bow, spear and knife, as well as setting up traps
Run, Forrest, run - Cayl is fast and silent. He can jump, climb, swim and run like an athlete.
Fields of Green - plants can be useful for a wide variety of uses - from making poultices and poisons to seasoning the freshly skinned rabbit
I Smell a Rat - although all his senses are highly developed, Cayl's sense of smell in particular has reached near inhuman levels
Knowledge of magic? All he knows is things aren't how they used to be. The odd signs here and there hint towards creatures Cayl has never seen before. And the smell, definitely the smell - a very slight otherworldly scent could be felt in parts all over Mortis.
Equipment:small backpack
hunting/skinning knife
larger general utility/bowie knife
bow and arrows (9 in total. Proper arrows can be hard to come by and fashioning them out of branches without proper equipment isn't easy. Thus he makes sure to retrieve them whenever possible.)
simple leather clothing
cloak
slightly better linen clothing for trips to towns (kept in bag)
flint
waterskin - filled and then refilled whenever possible. He mostly doesn't use it, preferring to drink from any bodies of water he comes by.
small pouch for herbs - while most plants can be used fresh, he does keep some emergency backups in this pouch. These include: a strong anti-toxin powder, a cleansing wound salve and a cooling poultice for burns.
small pouch for emergency food - dried meat and veggies. With careful rationing lasts for about 3 days.
leather blanket (rolled up)
7 silver coins
