Post by johndead on Jul 29, 2015 4:26:31 GMT
Name: John Dead
Age: old, lost track after he joined a mercenary band at 14(he is however actually about 56)
Nationality: he was orphaned at a young age and drifted from area to area, but he isn't native to the valley
Hair: raven black, but much of it is now whitening
Eyes: Black
Facial Markings: many scars incurred over many wars and battles
Skin Color: lightly sun tanned pale white
Height: average, never bothered measuring (most likely about 5'10)
weight: 140 pounds
Build: thin, lightly muscled, broad shoulders
Body Marking: many old scars from war and battle
Interests: intelligent conversation, surgery, gambling, whores, and drinking
Dislikes: unnecessary slaughter, stupidity, diplomacy, and unproductivity
Strengths: anything where he can sit and be productive without actively fighting
Weaknesses: fighting, he has never been formally trained nor has he weathered his increasing arthritis pain well, diplomacy
Skills: medicine and surgery, along with smithing
Fears: anything unavoidable, being blamed for crimes he did not commit, and retirement
Profession(s): a good surgeon and medical physician, along with good smith
Background/History:
He was orphaned young and left on his own in some foreign town far away. He then drifted far and wide trying to simply find enough to eat and a decent place to rest his head. By the time he became fourteen he was forced into a band of mercenaries. He quickly found that he loved the life of a soldier, picking up medical knowledge from the mercenaries and old village hags the band came across, along with picking up black smithing from repairing weapons, tools, and wagon wheels. When the band eventually met its fate John managed to survive to join a passing army and continue to go on to practicing his happened trades, though rarely fighting, being more valued for his more supportive skill sets rather than his limited combat abilities. He wound up serving in many different armies, Bands, and militias throughout his life and even more wars, Battles, and skirmishes, though he was often stuck in the back lines patching up the wounded and fixing equipment. This continued until he wound up in the service of one Enzo Orsini and this also wound him up in the garrison of Laras outpost, doing what he always did, patching people up and fixing broken stuff.
He tends to stray away from speaking of his past, and spares few words on anything relating to himself often keeping conversation on topic, and not very lengthy. Due to his age he has also taken to referring to what he calls "youngins", as lad and lass, and calling armed troops, "boys". He tends to take great pride in his age as most under his circumstance would have died an early death. His continued life is not due to his morality or good nature. He is a known thief and swindler along with taking part in dubious activities and he has a love of drink and women to top it off, no doubt from his experiences in war, seeing enumerable slaughters and atrocities. Though he may seem cold, and uncaring of others, he tends to form attachments to his comrades, and generally tries to keep in mind that every scuffle might be his last, or his fellow's last. He will often try to stray from open combat or fighting, though he tends to stay close enough to practice his unorthodox and often frightening and painful surgical skills on any friendly wounded he comes across sometimes even out of genuine care for his fellow man, though he will most probably never admit it.
Due to his lack of interest in telling anyone anything, and lack of living or trustable sources not much is known about John Dead, not even if that is his real name or just another thing he picked up on his journeys, only to later be discarded when it suits him to do so. It may never even be known if this is the true recollection of the events of his long life or not. What is however known is that he likes to hide himself within himself and then try to forget about it, possibly due to his either witnessing unspeakable crimes, or possibly taking part in them he may however simply just not care for himself that much and prefers the focus of attention off of himself, no one knows, and more than probably we may never know.
One of the few groups of people John actively doesn't try to avoid are orphaned children, where he normally gives some of his spare coin when not getting piss drunk, gambling everything away, or waking up in some strange woman's bed with nausea, a slitting headache, and a now empty coin purse. He also generally is rather hostile to most organized religions he finds and will sometimes actively insult any religious authorities he finds, looking down upon them, this may be due to what one person said was his private beliefs in some deity he heard John call "Death" though no other persons have witnessed this.
John tends to speak with a rather odd unplaced accent when speaking to all people and tends to try to organize the world around him, attaching people to a rank and placing things where He may get access to them without them being in the way, many see this as some form of OCD. He is also known to refer to things by odd names calling taverns "bars" and sometimes sleeping areas as "Bunks" or "Barracks" regardless of where he finds them.
As of late the thought of his mortality seems to be weighing more and more upon him, along with his arthritis that he has now developed, and is now more and more organizationally minded, and thoughtful of how he will spend his days once he is no longer strong enough hammer metal or his hand no longer steady enough to stitch up wounds. This is most likely what led him to the service of Enzo Orsini, a young and ambitious upstart from the lower nobility, John most likely wishes to attach himself to this man in the hopes that the Orsini get well established in the valley and John can live out his days as adviser to the nobleman.
excerpt from a recent report on possible persons of import in the New Zendar area-Unknown Author
Equipment: John normally drifts from attire to attire, and weapon to weapon with few preferred tools or weapons, other than a scalpel for surgery
Age: old, lost track after he joined a mercenary band at 14(he is however actually about 56)
Nationality: he was orphaned at a young age and drifted from area to area, but he isn't native to the valley
Hair: raven black, but much of it is now whitening
Eyes: Black
Facial Markings: many scars incurred over many wars and battles
Skin Color: lightly sun tanned pale white
Height: average, never bothered measuring (most likely about 5'10)
weight: 140 pounds
Build: thin, lightly muscled, broad shoulders
Body Marking: many old scars from war and battle
Interests: intelligent conversation, surgery, gambling, whores, and drinking
Dislikes: unnecessary slaughter, stupidity, diplomacy, and unproductivity
Strengths: anything where he can sit and be productive without actively fighting
Weaknesses: fighting, he has never been formally trained nor has he weathered his increasing arthritis pain well, diplomacy
Skills: medicine and surgery, along with smithing
Fears: anything unavoidable, being blamed for crimes he did not commit, and retirement
Profession(s): a good surgeon and medical physician, along with good smith
Background/History:
He was orphaned young and left on his own in some foreign town far away. He then drifted far and wide trying to simply find enough to eat and a decent place to rest his head. By the time he became fourteen he was forced into a band of mercenaries. He quickly found that he loved the life of a soldier, picking up medical knowledge from the mercenaries and old village hags the band came across, along with picking up black smithing from repairing weapons, tools, and wagon wheels. When the band eventually met its fate John managed to survive to join a passing army and continue to go on to practicing his happened trades, though rarely fighting, being more valued for his more supportive skill sets rather than his limited combat abilities. He wound up serving in many different armies, Bands, and militias throughout his life and even more wars, Battles, and skirmishes, though he was often stuck in the back lines patching up the wounded and fixing equipment. This continued until he wound up in the service of one Enzo Orsini and this also wound him up in the garrison of Laras outpost, doing what he always did, patching people up and fixing broken stuff.
He tends to stray away from speaking of his past, and spares few words on anything relating to himself often keeping conversation on topic, and not very lengthy. Due to his age he has also taken to referring to what he calls "youngins", as lad and lass, and calling armed troops, "boys". He tends to take great pride in his age as most under his circumstance would have died an early death. His continued life is not due to his morality or good nature. He is a known thief and swindler along with taking part in dubious activities and he has a love of drink and women to top it off, no doubt from his experiences in war, seeing enumerable slaughters and atrocities. Though he may seem cold, and uncaring of others, he tends to form attachments to his comrades, and generally tries to keep in mind that every scuffle might be his last, or his fellow's last. He will often try to stray from open combat or fighting, though he tends to stay close enough to practice his unorthodox and often frightening and painful surgical skills on any friendly wounded he comes across sometimes even out of genuine care for his fellow man, though he will most probably never admit it.
Due to his lack of interest in telling anyone anything, and lack of living or trustable sources not much is known about John Dead, not even if that is his real name or just another thing he picked up on his journeys, only to later be discarded when it suits him to do so. It may never even be known if this is the true recollection of the events of his long life or not. What is however known is that he likes to hide himself within himself and then try to forget about it, possibly due to his either witnessing unspeakable crimes, or possibly taking part in them he may however simply just not care for himself that much and prefers the focus of attention off of himself, no one knows, and more than probably we may never know.
One of the few groups of people John actively doesn't try to avoid are orphaned children, where he normally gives some of his spare coin when not getting piss drunk, gambling everything away, or waking up in some strange woman's bed with nausea, a slitting headache, and a now empty coin purse. He also generally is rather hostile to most organized religions he finds and will sometimes actively insult any religious authorities he finds, looking down upon them, this may be due to what one person said was his private beliefs in some deity he heard John call "Death" though no other persons have witnessed this.
John tends to speak with a rather odd unplaced accent when speaking to all people and tends to try to organize the world around him, attaching people to a rank and placing things where He may get access to them without them being in the way, many see this as some form of OCD. He is also known to refer to things by odd names calling taverns "bars" and sometimes sleeping areas as "Bunks" or "Barracks" regardless of where he finds them.
As of late the thought of his mortality seems to be weighing more and more upon him, along with his arthritis that he has now developed, and is now more and more organizationally minded, and thoughtful of how he will spend his days once he is no longer strong enough hammer metal or his hand no longer steady enough to stitch up wounds. This is most likely what led him to the service of Enzo Orsini, a young and ambitious upstart from the lower nobility, John most likely wishes to attach himself to this man in the hopes that the Orsini get well established in the valley and John can live out his days as adviser to the nobleman.
excerpt from a recent report on possible persons of import in the New Zendar area-Unknown Author
"Oi lad get ova dare dat's where da fire wood is at, no over dare, sigh, blast these recruits", John after telling a new recruit to get a fire going
"Eh seen better views otha places sir, I just can't quite remember where", John to some old captain of his
"OK how did ya manage dat boy? Oh well time get to this cause you don't got much of dat... lets shove that there, connect this ta that and sew that thing up, and you should live to fight another day, lets just hope ya can eat tomorrow though!", John while receiving a wounded soldier
"Well I might have a couple of bastards somewheres why does it matter? Wait have I been here before, oh blast I have haven't I, well piss on me then lass, wait why do ya look so familiar, well da the camp wasn't a bad idea after all den, now please don't tell me I made bread come outa yer oven now...", John after getting drunk and finding he is now trying to hire a prostitute he had hired before
Various overheard peaces of dialog from John Dead
"Eh seen better views otha places sir, I just can't quite remember where", John to some old captain of his
"OK how did ya manage dat boy? Oh well time get to this cause you don't got much of dat... lets shove that there, connect this ta that and sew that thing up, and you should live to fight another day, lets just hope ya can eat tomorrow though!", John while receiving a wounded soldier
"Well I might have a couple of bastards somewheres why does it matter? Wait have I been here before, oh blast I have haven't I, well piss on me then lass, wait why do ya look so familiar, well da the camp wasn't a bad idea after all den, now please don't tell me I made bread come outa yer oven now...", John after getting drunk and finding he is now trying to hire a prostitute he had hired before
Various overheard peaces of dialog from John Dead