Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2015 19:41:13 GMT
Name: (Dr.) Clais Commorance
Age: 35
Nationality: Rhodok
Hair: Dark
Eyes: Green
Facial Markings: Slight redness on nose due to alchoolism
Skin Color: Causcasian, slightly more pale from standing around in his office
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 179
Build: Average Swadian
Body Markings: None
Interests: Religion (United Makerist Church), Music, Various Types of Wines (alchoolism); Books; Money
Dislikes: Ignorants, liars and petty thieves; arrogants and snides, too
Strengths: Quick - can learn new things relatively easely; good rethoric and careful choice of words; calculative; justice-driven
Weaknesses: Poor fighter; not very patient; below-average memory
Skills: Medicine; knows how to read
Fears: Spiders; loss of those close to him
Profession: Freelance Doctor, looking to be hired
History
Clais Commorance was born in the great city of Praven in a realtively well-off family that dealt with the thousands of traders that came in and out through the port of the Praven. He lived a peaceful and uneventful young life. They were not rich, however, and Clais had to take a huge loan from greedy moneylenders with exorberant tax rates to afford his medicine education.
*reserved for future happenings*
Age: 35
Nationality: Rhodok
Hair: Dark
Eyes: Green
Facial Markings: Slight redness on nose due to alchoolism
Skin Color: Causcasian, slightly more pale from standing around in his office
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 179
Build: Average Swadian
Body Markings: None
Interests: Religion (United Makerist Church), Music, Various Types of Wines (alchoolism); Books; Money
Dislikes: Ignorants, liars and petty thieves; arrogants and snides, too
Strengths: Quick - can learn new things relatively easely; good rethoric and careful choice of words; calculative; justice-driven
Weaknesses: Poor fighter; not very patient; below-average memory
Skills: Medicine; knows how to read
Fears: Spiders; loss of those close to him
Profession: Freelance Doctor, looking to be hired
History
Clais Commorance was born in the great city of Praven in a realtively well-off family that dealt with the thousands of traders that came in and out through the port of the Praven. He lived a peaceful and uneventful young life. They were not rich, however, and Clais had to take a huge loan from greedy moneylenders with exorberant tax rates to afford his medicine education.
Once he finished his studies, there was no need for him - Praven was already a bustling trade hub that attracted many scholars, among them countless doctors. Worse, his parents had just passed away and the inheritance he managed to obtain barely decreased his debt. Finding himself useless, peniless, alone and with a massive debt, Commorance enlisted as a field doctor for the Swadian Army. There he received basic training for battle, though it never went further than "basic".
Soon enough he saw action. Half a dozen times he'd sit on the camp on a hill watching thousands of armor-clad men in the most deadly dance - and tend to those who couldn't dance very well - he saw agonizing things no one should ever see.
Soon enough he saw action. Half a dozen times he'd sit on the camp on a hill watching thousands of armor-clad men in the most deadly dance - and tend to those who couldn't dance very well - he saw agonizing things no one should ever see.
When the war ended, everything came back as it was, only now with a drinking habit and sleepless nights. Unsurprisingly, the decision came - seek a better living with the Rhodoks. Gathering his few possession and abandoning his useless siblings, he met the southern road to the Rhodok Highlands. There he met the Unified Makerist Church, developed a taste for music, found a town that could use his services and set up his office there, let go of his debt - he found a home.
For years he stayed in this peaceful existance - a night at the local tavern here, a trip to the city to know about recent events there. Only now he decided he'd like to do more - work for someone greater other than a little town. Strive for something greater than a modest pouch of gold, his house and what he has.
For years he stayed in this peaceful existance - a night at the local tavern here, a trip to the city to know about recent events there. Only now he decided he'd like to do more - work for someone greater other than a little town. Strive for something greater than a modest pouch of gold, his house and what he has.
*reserved for future happenings*