Post by azmoham on Mar 26, 2018 11:35:56 GMT -8
Trent Machayber
Resolve level: 0
-Appearance
Age: 45
Sex: M
Physical Description: A stout, well built older man with a landscape of wrinkles and crags across his face and marble grey eyes to match. His skin is ruddy and tanned from the years spend in the sun, and his hands are heavily calloused. He has a thick, salt-and-pepper beard that he has made no attempts to tame. His hair is as unruly as his beard, although kept quite short, no more than an inch or so.
Attire: Trent wears a thick coat that goes to about his knees, underneath which he wears a leather vest and a green cotton shirt. His pants are simple brown woolen breeches with leather patches on both knees. He wears a beaten old tricorn with a bright blue cloth tied around the crown. He wears a pair of thick, stiff leather boots that don’t quite reach his knees.
-Biography
Quirks:
Second Wind: ‘Hah! It’ll take more than that to put me down!’
Robust: A hearty specimen, Trent is as active as a man half his age.
Scattering: Age has taken its toll on this man, and left his once flawless skill now somewhat wanting in accuracy.
Backstory Synopsis: An older man, already well acquainted with the hardships of the world yet his boisterous and friendly nature has remained fully intact. For many years he worked as a constable in a larger town, but as his years dragged on, decided he’d rather go out with a bang rather than a whimper and so has found his way to the Hamlet. His dog is a sizeable Rottweiler named Rudy.
Full Backstory: For five generations, the Machaybers enforced law and order onto an often unruly city. It took of their blood and sweat, man by man as the years passed on. So it was with Trent, his father handing him a baton at ten, and a badge a mere five years later. From then on, he was an officer of the law, patrolling the windy streets, intercepting crime when it appeared. Slowly but surely he worked his way up, from a lowly charley patrolling the gloomy alleys and gutters, to a constable commanding squads of men. But, getting on in the years, Trent wants to end his life with something more noteworthy than booking apple thiefs and breaking up drunken scuffles. So, he has set his eyes firmly on the Hamlet, and more specifically the claims of glory and riches that are said to reside there. Always aided by a canine companion, Rudy may be Trent’s latest love, but so far she is also his favorite.
Misc. Notes: Rudy is good dog.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons: Short baton with hand guard, large spiked bat.
Armor: Leather vest, leather gauntlets, boots.
Other gear: Tobacco pipe, dog treats, flask, coin purse.
Strengths: Trent is an active man, with a healthy sense of justice and no fear of wading into the thick of things to get them done his way. As friendly as he is old, Trent will rarely turn out a chance to talk or interact with others.
Weaknesses: Trent, despite his many claims to the contrary, is definitely getting on in the years and its shows in his reduced aim and reflexes. He can be headstrong and disregard others, especially those that don't fit into his 'type' of person.
Resolve level: 0
-Appearance
Age: 45
Sex: M
Physical Description: A stout, well built older man with a landscape of wrinkles and crags across his face and marble grey eyes to match. His skin is ruddy and tanned from the years spend in the sun, and his hands are heavily calloused. He has a thick, salt-and-pepper beard that he has made no attempts to tame. His hair is as unruly as his beard, although kept quite short, no more than an inch or so.
Attire: Trent wears a thick coat that goes to about his knees, underneath which he wears a leather vest and a green cotton shirt. His pants are simple brown woolen breeches with leather patches on both knees. He wears a beaten old tricorn with a bright blue cloth tied around the crown. He wears a pair of thick, stiff leather boots that don’t quite reach his knees.
-Biography
Quirks:
Second Wind: ‘Hah! It’ll take more than that to put me down!’
Robust: A hearty specimen, Trent is as active as a man half his age.
Scattering: Age has taken its toll on this man, and left his once flawless skill now somewhat wanting in accuracy.
Backstory Synopsis: An older man, already well acquainted with the hardships of the world yet his boisterous and friendly nature has remained fully intact. For many years he worked as a constable in a larger town, but as his years dragged on, decided he’d rather go out with a bang rather than a whimper and so has found his way to the Hamlet. His dog is a sizeable Rottweiler named Rudy.
Full Backstory: For five generations, the Machaybers enforced law and order onto an often unruly city. It took of their blood and sweat, man by man as the years passed on. So it was with Trent, his father handing him a baton at ten, and a badge a mere five years later. From then on, he was an officer of the law, patrolling the windy streets, intercepting crime when it appeared. Slowly but surely he worked his way up, from a lowly charley patrolling the gloomy alleys and gutters, to a constable commanding squads of men. But, getting on in the years, Trent wants to end his life with something more noteworthy than booking apple thiefs and breaking up drunken scuffles. So, he has set his eyes firmly on the Hamlet, and more specifically the claims of glory and riches that are said to reside there. Always aided by a canine companion, Rudy may be Trent’s latest love, but so far she is also his favorite.
Misc. Notes: Rudy is good dog.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons: Short baton with hand guard, large spiked bat.
Armor: Leather vest, leather gauntlets, boots.
Other gear: Tobacco pipe, dog treats, flask, coin purse.
Strengths: Trent is an active man, with a healthy sense of justice and no fear of wading into the thick of things to get them done his way. As friendly as he is old, Trent will rarely turn out a chance to talk or interact with others.
Weaknesses: Trent, despite his many claims to the contrary, is definitely getting on in the years and its shows in his reduced aim and reflexes. He can be headstrong and disregard others, especially those that don't fit into his 'type' of person.
