3. Birds of a Feather (CrowbarBirdy's Vault)

Birds of a Feather (CrowbarBirdy's Vault)

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    **Physical Description

    Age: Born 3 Mirtul, 1507 DR, yet can barely manage to grow a goatee.
    Height: 5'7"
    Weight: Normally around 130, varies.
    Skin Tone: Attempts a sailor's tan, but he's usually on the pale side.
    Skin Texture: Major scarring on his arms and front of torso, calloused hands. Otherwise average.
    Eyes: Green, slightly larger than average. His vision is keen but he normally ignores it since it reminds him of his heritage.
    Hair: Looks like it's been chopped with a pocket knife a few times. Black and almost shoulder-length, always down and covering the sides of his face.

    **Mannerisms
    Accent: Heavy. To the keen ear, it sounds like a mix of Chondathan and Imaskar.
    Voice: Ragged but quiet, his usual speech is in the lower tenor range. No more articulate than the average person.
    Recognizable Features: Normally lightly dressed and easy to pick out when talking.
    Commonly Spoken Languages: Since he isn't very versed in the regional languages of Narfell, he mostly speaks common. He'll also fall naturally into Chondathan if he hears someone else speaking it.
    Race: Half-Elf, usually hides his elven heritage.
    Combat Style: Normally in the back, whether it's using his sling or stabbing one. More often than not he's the first to run and will not engage in battles when he feels his opponent would be vastly outnumbered in the long run. His main concern is usually incapacitating an opponent long enough to accomplish whatever his goals may be.

    **Inventory
    Equipment Worn: A shield that looks like it got swiped from a hobgoblin is normally strapped to his back. While he normally goes about in plain clothes, a studded leather tunic and some light guards are often buckled on . When his fur-trimmed cloak is on, he normally keeps the hood up.
    Equipment Carried: On one hip is a small sheath that would fit most smaller knives and daggers, and on the other is a bag packed full of rocks and a sling shot. His preferred gear allows for free movement.
    Jewelry or Decorations: A few piercings that are better off not being seen.

    **Details
    Origin: Kelthann Isle (Pirate Isles)
    Relatives: Gudrun Tideswift- Human mother, deceased for a couple or more decades now.
    Nameless Elven Father- Knows essentially nothing about him or where he may be, likely resembles him more in build.
    Body Build: Lean, small and light with rather angular features for a 'human'.
    Dominant Hand: Right.

    Extra
    Strength: There are probably more muscular goblins out there, though it's not from his lack of trying. He still prefers cards to arm wrestling.
    Dexterity: His best asset in survival. Excels in the art of creating dust clouds.
    Constitution: Years on the seas eating gods don't want to know what and getting beaten to a bloody pulp have made this man tougher than his small build would suggest.
    Wisdom: Sucker for the underdog no matter what they may have done. His ideals decide more for him than his rationale.
    Intelligence: Though not particularly book smart, but he's decent at analyzing what information he takes in.
    Charisma: With boyish looks and plenty of practice in omitting the bad, he can influence some people but prefers to stay on the sidelines.    ******_