Post by Arik Dalton on May 20, 2018 12:55:42 GMT -7
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Arik Dalton
Arik Dalton
[attr="class","appsubname"]a new path to be carved
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[attr="class","appheading"]GENERAL INFORMATION
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Human
Human
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48
48
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Male
Male
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SigDigs
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Straight
Straight
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From Malscure, currently travelling
From Malscure, currently travelling
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Odd jobs, former soldier
Odd jobs, former soldier
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Khades
Khades
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[attr="class","appheading"]PERSONALITY
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Arik has a good heart. A good, but broken, heart. He hides his pain behind alcohol and a mask of joviality but underneath it all is a man who suffers greatly from his past and hasn’t learned any healthy ways of coping. Losing his family made him wary to let other people close, and though he generally gets along with people and easily makes ‘drinking buddies’ he has few people he would consider close friends and nobody he would be willing to confess his troubles to.
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He has a strong base of discipline from his life as both a farmer and a soldier, but he’s lost his drive and instead uses anything to distract himself from what he could or should be doing. He has nightmares of his time in Atton and these days he can hardly fall asleep without a heavy drink, or three.
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He doesn’t bother to take care of himself anymore and most of his time is spent in taverns or working odd jobs in order to raise enough coin to spend the rest of the day in the tavern. He’s a lost soul with no direction and though he would not consider killing himself outright he is doing it just the same.
Arik has a good heart. A good, but broken, heart. He hides his pain behind alcohol and a mask of joviality but underneath it all is a man who suffers greatly from his past and hasn’t learned any healthy ways of coping. Losing his family made him wary to let other people close, and though he generally gets along with people and easily makes ‘drinking buddies’ he has few people he would consider close friends and nobody he would be willing to confess his troubles to.
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He has a strong base of discipline from his life as both a farmer and a soldier, but he’s lost his drive and instead uses anything to distract himself from what he could or should be doing. He has nightmares of his time in Atton and these days he can hardly fall asleep without a heavy drink, or three.
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He doesn’t bother to take care of himself anymore and most of his time is spent in taverns or working odd jobs in order to raise enough coin to spend the rest of the day in the tavern. He’s a lost soul with no direction and though he would not consider killing himself outright he is doing it just the same.
[attr="class","appheading"]APPEARANCE
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It’s clear to anyone who meets him that Arik has let himself go. The man was a soldier, previously clean-cut and fit, crisp in uniform and appearance both, but these past years have ben hard on him and he has the look of a man who has all but given up on himself.
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His hair is dark and unkempt, longer than it should be and hangs most often in oily strands or pulled back in a pony-tail. His beard is scraggly and looks like it’s been some time since it last saw grooming. Strands of silver streak through both hair and beard, showing both his age and the stresses he’s endured.
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His eyes are a pale blue, verging almost on grey in the right light, and from the bottom of his left eye to the base of his collarbone runs a deep scar. It isn’t the only scar he has, but it is easily the most visible.
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The clothes he wears are simple and, like the rest of him, haven’t seen proper care in some time. The only reason he hasn’t gained an unhealthy amount of weight is because he hardly has money to spare for food, spending most of it on drink at whatever tavern he can spend the night at for cheap.
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Along the inside of his right forearm run a tattoo of two sets of initials and a date, and below that another set of initials with another date a few years later.
It’s clear to anyone who meets him that Arik has let himself go. The man was a soldier, previously clean-cut and fit, crisp in uniform and appearance both, but these past years have ben hard on him and he has the look of a man who has all but given up on himself.
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His hair is dark and unkempt, longer than it should be and hangs most often in oily strands or pulled back in a pony-tail. His beard is scraggly and looks like it’s been some time since it last saw grooming. Strands of silver streak through both hair and beard, showing both his age and the stresses he’s endured.
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His eyes are a pale blue, verging almost on grey in the right light, and from the bottom of his left eye to the base of his collarbone runs a deep scar. It isn’t the only scar he has, but it is easily the most visible.
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The clothes he wears are simple and, like the rest of him, haven’t seen proper care in some time. The only reason he hasn’t gained an unhealthy amount of weight is because he hardly has money to spare for food, spending most of it on drink at whatever tavern he can spend the night at for cheap.
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Along the inside of his right forearm run a tattoo of two sets of initials and a date, and below that another set of initials with another date a few years later.
[attr="class","appheading"]HISTORY
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Arik had a fairly simple life as a farmer in Tunbe, Malscure. He came from a family of farmers, growing plants that required only small amounts of sunlight given Malscure’s relative darkness, and his childhood was entirely average. As he grew up he was trained on how to defend himself and the farm should any thieves or highwaymen roll through, and as part of the province held by Lord Scleris he as with any youth was trained with basic martial weapons should the Lord require the people to fight.
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It was a simple and pleasant life, and as he grew up he fell in love with the daughter of another farmer. Her name was Sera and her hair was as black as night itself, and though they met as children and initially teased each other, over time their affections grew until the day they were wed, and if you asked Arik his affection for her would never cease to grow.
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The two of them had two children, Tomen and Finna, and Arik’s family was the light of his life. He could have happily continued living exactly as they were, raising the kids until they had kids and their kids had kids, taking care of the farm and passing it down to each new generation, spending his evenings on the porch swing with Sera counting the stars… it was a simple life, but it was everything he needed.
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Unfortunately fate had other ideas. A sickness rolled through the community, unknown but deadly, and before they could even herald a healer half of those infected had died. Sera, Tomen, and Finna had all gotten the disease, and though Sera recovered neither of the children survived. Arik was about thirty at the time, but it felt like his life was over.
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For a long time after that Sera was incredibly weak, both physically and emotionally, and though eventually her body regained the strength it lost to the disease her heart never fully recovered. It was only a few years later that she passed away as well. Shortly afterward Arik sold the farm and signed up to become a soldier; having lost direction of his life he wanted something with structure, order, something to tell him what to do until he could make himself feel again.
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Basic training was easy for him, being strong of body and previously trained, and it wasn’t long before he joined the ranks of the Malscure military. Five years later, Atton was discovered and he was deployed overseas to this new land, another soldier sent off to the war.
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He served in Atton for almost years before the battle that ended his military career. It was a clash with Fiamont over a disputed piece of territory and his battalion was completely overrun. By the time reinforcements came a third of his people were dead and more still were wounded, Arik included. It took months for him to recover and he was honourably discharged from the military shortly afterward, given commendation for his bravery, and sent back to Malscure with a permanent limp and both the physical and mental scars of duty.
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Once home he didn’t know what to do with himself. He had no one, no home, and no resources. He struggled to get by holding odd jobs and what started with a drink or two to get to sleep at night quickly descended into alcoholism. For a period of time he got heavily into gambling, usually spurred on by his drinking buddies after one too many pints, until he not only lost what severance he had from the military but came to owe a great deal of coin to some rather shady characters as well. It was a dangerous rabbit hole and once he started tumbling he could hardly find the end of it, until one day he ran.
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He left Malscure in secret, trying to escape the debts he could never pay and the past he could never escape, and he brought his nightmares and troubles with him. Now he travels, staying low, no longer gambling but descending further into alcoholism in order to forget, to sleep, to function. He’s a lost soul if there ever was one.
Arik had a fairly simple life as a farmer in Tunbe, Malscure. He came from a family of farmers, growing plants that required only small amounts of sunlight given Malscure’s relative darkness, and his childhood was entirely average. As he grew up he was trained on how to defend himself and the farm should any thieves or highwaymen roll through, and as part of the province held by Lord Scleris he as with any youth was trained with basic martial weapons should the Lord require the people to fight.
[break] [break]
It was a simple and pleasant life, and as he grew up he fell in love with the daughter of another farmer. Her name was Sera and her hair was as black as night itself, and though they met as children and initially teased each other, over time their affections grew until the day they were wed, and if you asked Arik his affection for her would never cease to grow.
[break] [break]
The two of them had two children, Tomen and Finna, and Arik’s family was the light of his life. He could have happily continued living exactly as they were, raising the kids until they had kids and their kids had kids, taking care of the farm and passing it down to each new generation, spending his evenings on the porch swing with Sera counting the stars… it was a simple life, but it was everything he needed.
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Unfortunately fate had other ideas. A sickness rolled through the community, unknown but deadly, and before they could even herald a healer half of those infected had died. Sera, Tomen, and Finna had all gotten the disease, and though Sera recovered neither of the children survived. Arik was about thirty at the time, but it felt like his life was over.
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For a long time after that Sera was incredibly weak, both physically and emotionally, and though eventually her body regained the strength it lost to the disease her heart never fully recovered. It was only a few years later that she passed away as well. Shortly afterward Arik sold the farm and signed up to become a soldier; having lost direction of his life he wanted something with structure, order, something to tell him what to do until he could make himself feel again.
[break] [break]
Basic training was easy for him, being strong of body and previously trained, and it wasn’t long before he joined the ranks of the Malscure military. Five years later, Atton was discovered and he was deployed overseas to this new land, another soldier sent off to the war.
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He served in Atton for almost years before the battle that ended his military career. It was a clash with Fiamont over a disputed piece of territory and his battalion was completely overrun. By the time reinforcements came a third of his people were dead and more still were wounded, Arik included. It took months for him to recover and he was honourably discharged from the military shortly afterward, given commendation for his bravery, and sent back to Malscure with a permanent limp and both the physical and mental scars of duty.
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Once home he didn’t know what to do with himself. He had no one, no home, and no resources. He struggled to get by holding odd jobs and what started with a drink or two to get to sleep at night quickly descended into alcoholism. For a period of time he got heavily into gambling, usually spurred on by his drinking buddies after one too many pints, until he not only lost what severance he had from the military but came to owe a great deal of coin to some rather shady characters as well. It was a dangerous rabbit hole and once he started tumbling he could hardly find the end of it, until one day he ran.
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He left Malscure in secret, trying to escape the debts he could never pay and the past he could never escape, and he brought his nightmares and troubles with him. Now he travels, staying low, no longer gambling but descending further into alcoholism in order to forget, to sleep, to function. He’s a lost soul if there ever was one.
[attr="class","appheading"]ABILITIES
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[attr="class","appability"]➢ Military Training[break]
Arik was a soldier in the Malscure military for some time, rising through the ranks until he ran his own battalion in Atton. As a result he has years of training with most martial weapons as well as military tactics. He has contacts still within the military as well, should he ever try to reach out to them.
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[attr="class","appability"]➢ Multilingual[break]
Arik has a fairly limber mind, or at least he does when it’s not addled with alcohol, and among the many things he’s learned in his life are a handful of languages that he can speak at least conversationally. Besides Common and Malscuri he can speak Fianese, Nisequois, and Mot (with varying levels of fluency)
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[attr="class","appability"]➢Survivalist[break]
If there’s one thing his time in Atton, and even his time as a farmer, taught him it is survival. Whether it’s navigation, cartography, how to set up a camp in ten minutes flat or how to scale a cliff with only a rope and a dagger, he can do it. He’s also skilled at tracking and trap making, but usually it’s small traps like to catch rabbits or other small game.
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[attr="class","appability"]➢ Military Training[break]
Arik was a soldier in the Malscure military for some time, rising through the ranks until he ran his own battalion in Atton. As a result he has years of training with most martial weapons as well as military tactics. He has contacts still within the military as well, should he ever try to reach out to them.
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[attr="class","appability"]➢ Multilingual[break]
Arik has a fairly limber mind, or at least he does when it’s not addled with alcohol, and among the many things he’s learned in his life are a handful of languages that he can speak at least conversationally. Besides Common and Malscuri he can speak Fianese, Nisequois, and Mot (with varying levels of fluency)
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[attr="class","appability"]➢Survivalist[break]
If there’s one thing his time in Atton, and even his time as a farmer, taught him it is survival. Whether it’s navigation, cartography, how to set up a camp in ten minutes flat or how to scale a cliff with only a rope and a dagger, he can do it. He’s also skilled at tracking and trap making, but usually it’s small traps like to catch rabbits or other small game.
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[attr="class","appheading"]Fortuna-RPG
