Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 6, 2017 20:11:20 GMT -8
Hadrian “Ponytail” Foster
Resolve level: 0
-Appearance
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: White
Weight: 133 lb [60 kg]
Height: 5'5" [1.7m]
Physical Description:
Ponytail is a small, slender man, standing at a modest height of 5’5”. His features are fluid, with a sloping, upturned nose and an oval face. He is rather fair-skinned with a pinkish complexion and a dustling of freckles about his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. His eyes are alert, and almond-shaped, with a green-hazel hue. His hair, its styling being his eponym, is tied up at the back of his head in a perksome curl with a leather strip, neatly tied into a bow.
His brows and beard are both a shade darker than his hair, with their stray hairs neatly trimmed. The ends of his moustache are typically twisted upwards, when he can help it, though he has been wont to cut it short on long hunts, where both time and access to grooming supplies are slim. The ginger beard on his chin is trimmed short, and comes to a point in much the same way as his moustache.
Attire:
Ponytail dresses for the hunt, with tall, thigh-high boots of a thick leather, with a slight heel for marching through fauna underfoot and a long coat, cinched loosely at the waist and buttoned up to just a few fingerlengths below his collar, which has been folded flat against his shoulders, under which he wore a simple, silk shirt to wick sweat away and protect against biting insects. It is colored with a blue dye.
Ponytail’s pants are hoisted up with a doublestitched belt of the same make as the strap that bisects diagonally across his chest, with pockets where ammunition and powder were stored. The buckle, lovingly scratched and worn from wear and tear, is set between two sheaths, one for a hunting knife, another another for a flintlock pistol.
Atop his head, he wears a battered tricorne with a large, colorfully green feather curling out of one side.
Misc Notes:
-Ponytail has a small scratch-scar across his nose
-His accent is sharp and flowing, with a notable lack of ‘h’s, as typical to one with a French accent, although he would deny his francophone origins.
Reference Image:
-Biography
Quirks:
+Marksman: Ponytail is rather gifted with a rifle, and hits his target more often than not, even at more extreme distances.
+Hunter: Accustomed to the chase, Ponytail can easily make due with minimal supplies in pursuit of a quarry. Hunger and fatigue are the marks of a worthy chase.
+Craftsman: Ponytail can stitch leatherworks together with relative skill, for someone not directly skilled in tailoring. Additionally, he has a fair knowledge of gunsmithing, as well, and can perform simple repairs and upkeep.
-Gloryhound: Ponytail will frequently bite off more than he can chew when chasing his prey in the name of honor. The more dangerous the foe, the greater the glory, and Ponytail would more readily put himself and others at a disadvantage if only to prove his merit, and he shuns cowardly tricks and tactics, such as poisons.
-Illiterate: Ponytail did not learn to read or write until he was well into adolescence, and while he can understand simple English sentences if, with intense concentration, read aloud and followed along with a finger, advanced works are beyond him.
-Monolingual: Despite his accent, Ponytail claims to only understand English and small snippets of African dialects, which is not quite as useful in a European setting.
Synopsis:
Ponytail was born to a village on the banks of the Rhine river without much in the way of parental guidance, and consequently, was left to his own devices for much of his youth. When a band of English hunters on a riverboat, on their way South, stopped for a time at his village, they took a liking to the boy and he was allowed to join, performing menial chores and tasks for the crew in exchange for mentorship and companionship.
As he became older, he was praised for his sharpshooting, stamina and accuracy. He grew to be a welcome addition to their expedition, joining them on their hunts throughout the African continent. That is, until a misstep broke their trust in him, and he was promptly exiled with no hope of return-- unless, of course, he returned with a suitably impressive trophy from as large and dangerous beast that he could slay.
He had heard rumors of fitting beasts found in the Darkest Estate, back up north, and so he went to find a suitable beast to slay.
Full:
Ponytail was born in a woodcutter’s shanty in a small village on the bank of the Rhine. Though, in the week or so that followed, his mother developed childbed fever and perished. This event, while unremarkable to the infantile Ponytail, caused his father to withdraw and grow distant. Other family members, such as his aunt, occasionally stepped in to help, but Ponytail was left to his own devices, and he quite liked it that way.
He grew up wandering barefoot through the fields and forests that surrounded his village, his colorful imagination embellishing his little excursions to be adventures of great grandeur, as a small sprout was wont to do. He wandered farther every day, with little mind given to the hard work and labor his woodcutter father had to do to provide for him, or his new bride and family that followed.
A day came, when he was little more than eleven summers of age, in which Ponytail traveled not to the outskirts of his village, but to the very docks of the river. A foreign band of men, speaking in an alien tongue, had roosted for a brief a time to trade with the villagers, exchanging curious trinkets for simple supplies, shelter and food and wallowing in the fame that followed.
Ponytail had decided that this lifestyle was rather desirable and gave himself permission to stowaway on their riverboat when the time had come for the men to continue their journey South.
The foreign men had not realized they carried an additional passenger until they were well on their way upriver, but they seemed to have taken a liking to him: they fed him dinner and gave him shoes (although, they were a few sizes too big for his age, the gesture was appreciated), and would make attempts to communicate with him despite the language barrier. When asked for his name, and unable to respond, the men took it upon themselves to name him themselves: ‘Hadrian’ for the first name of a well-liked General that the men had known, and ‘Foster’, the last name of one of the childless bachelors of their hunting party. Of course, once Ponytail had begun to emulate the hairstyle and fashion of the rest of the crew, they referred to him affectionately as ‘Ponytail’ and went about their merry way to the South of the Rhine.
Ponytail did most of the menial drudgery of the expedition, the washing-up and the skinning and sewing, between his lessons. He learned to speak their language, after a time, and to shoot and aim a gun, all while they traversed mountain ranges, great open seas, and the sweeping valleys and deserts of the Southern continent.
As time went on and Ponytail had already stepped into the incipient stages of manhood, he was already becoming renowned among the group for his impeccable aim after striking a strange, striped horse-creature from a range that the men claimed was well over four-hundred yards. Ponytail claimed its hooves and pelt for his own.
The group had settled into a competitive routine of pursuit, chase, shoot and skin, each competing for the greater quarry. However, there was a method to the madness that Ponytail had violated:
One of the men, an older gentleman, had spent several days tracking a great, grey beast with an oversized nose. The thing was large, and dangerous; one of the tribeschildren from nearby had recently been stampeded beneath its trunk-sized hooves.
It was the perfect kill, so naturally, Ponytail shot it from a distance just between the eyes before the older gentleman could.
Kill-stealing was the greatest offence among the band of men, and there were harsh consequences for such a thing: Ponytail was to be exiled, and would only be permitted to return if he slew and returned with a trophy from an animal none of the other hunters had seen before.
With just enough money and supplies to make it back up North, Ponytail knew exactly where to go.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons:
-A beloved baker rifle, well-tended to, and enough ammunition and gunpowder to carry him through many more hunting missions, presuming they aren’t soiled or rained on.
-A backsword and a hunting knife for when a situation called for melee combat.
-A flintlock pistol, for emergencies.
Armor:
None, besides the natural defense granted by his clothing.
Other gear:
-A comb, hand-mirror, and a small pair of scissors
-A small coil of rope
-A cured, striped pelt
Strengths:
-Ponytail is a skilled marksman, and can hit his targets with a frightening amount of accuracy.
-He’s also very adept in tracking and camping, and can make his way around in the woods with ease.
-Ponytail is quite good at skinning and preserving pelts, as well as working them into clothing: this makes acquiring upgrades much easier and cheaper, if one can supply the materials himself.
-As a hunter, Ponytail is used to long chases and pursuits, and can maintain a run for a long period of time.
Weaknesses:
-Ponytail is quite proud of his skill, and will disadvantage himself or his party if he views a foe as too weak or small, whether it be by abandoning the gun and taking up the knife, or by giving his position away to the enemy. Ponytail hunts for glory.
-He is also unused to failure, and will take it personally, or attempt to deflect it onto others.
-A lack of female figures outside of the occasional tavern wench in his time has given him a warped view of women; to Ponytail, men and women have very different roles.
-His guns are loud, and as such, they are impractical in closed quarters or caverns if his party values their hearing.
-Ponytail’s gun also reloads quite slowly, and he needs more than a few seconds to ready it for another shot, which could make him more vulnerable if the foe isn’t taken out immediately.
-Ammunition and gunpowder are expensive, and are not to be wasted. Likewise, poor preparedness and bad weather could ruin his gun.
-His rifle must be cleaned frequently, or it will hurt his aim.
-He is significantly less skilled with his knife and backsword.
Resolve level: 0
-Appearance
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: White
Weight: 133 lb [60 kg]
Height: 5'5" [1.7m]
Physical Description:
Ponytail is a small, slender man, standing at a modest height of 5’5”. His features are fluid, with a sloping, upturned nose and an oval face. He is rather fair-skinned with a pinkish complexion and a dustling of freckles about his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. His eyes are alert, and almond-shaped, with a green-hazel hue. His hair, its styling being his eponym, is tied up at the back of his head in a perksome curl with a leather strip, neatly tied into a bow.
His brows and beard are both a shade darker than his hair, with their stray hairs neatly trimmed. The ends of his moustache are typically twisted upwards, when he can help it, though he has been wont to cut it short on long hunts, where both time and access to grooming supplies are slim. The ginger beard on his chin is trimmed short, and comes to a point in much the same way as his moustache.
Attire:
Ponytail dresses for the hunt, with tall, thigh-high boots of a thick leather, with a slight heel for marching through fauna underfoot and a long coat, cinched loosely at the waist and buttoned up to just a few fingerlengths below his collar, which has been folded flat against his shoulders, under which he wore a simple, silk shirt to wick sweat away and protect against biting insects. It is colored with a blue dye.
Ponytail’s pants are hoisted up with a doublestitched belt of the same make as the strap that bisects diagonally across his chest, with pockets where ammunition and powder were stored. The buckle, lovingly scratched and worn from wear and tear, is set between two sheaths, one for a hunting knife, another another for a flintlock pistol.
Atop his head, he wears a battered tricorne with a large, colorfully green feather curling out of one side.
Misc Notes:
-Ponytail has a small scratch-scar across his nose
-His accent is sharp and flowing, with a notable lack of ‘h’s, as typical to one with a French accent, although he would deny his francophone origins.
Reference Image:
-Biography
Quirks:
+Marksman: Ponytail is rather gifted with a rifle, and hits his target more often than not, even at more extreme distances.
+Hunter: Accustomed to the chase, Ponytail can easily make due with minimal supplies in pursuit of a quarry. Hunger and fatigue are the marks of a worthy chase.
+Craftsman: Ponytail can stitch leatherworks together with relative skill, for someone not directly skilled in tailoring. Additionally, he has a fair knowledge of gunsmithing, as well, and can perform simple repairs and upkeep.
-Gloryhound: Ponytail will frequently bite off more than he can chew when chasing his prey in the name of honor. The more dangerous the foe, the greater the glory, and Ponytail would more readily put himself and others at a disadvantage if only to prove his merit, and he shuns cowardly tricks and tactics, such as poisons.
-Illiterate: Ponytail did not learn to read or write until he was well into adolescence, and while he can understand simple English sentences if, with intense concentration, read aloud and followed along with a finger, advanced works are beyond him.
-Monolingual: Despite his accent, Ponytail claims to only understand English and small snippets of African dialects, which is not quite as useful in a European setting.
Synopsis:
Ponytail was born to a village on the banks of the Rhine river without much in the way of parental guidance, and consequently, was left to his own devices for much of his youth. When a band of English hunters on a riverboat, on their way South, stopped for a time at his village, they took a liking to the boy and he was allowed to join, performing menial chores and tasks for the crew in exchange for mentorship and companionship.
As he became older, he was praised for his sharpshooting, stamina and accuracy. He grew to be a welcome addition to their expedition, joining them on their hunts throughout the African continent. That is, until a misstep broke their trust in him, and he was promptly exiled with no hope of return-- unless, of course, he returned with a suitably impressive trophy from as large and dangerous beast that he could slay.
He had heard rumors of fitting beasts found in the Darkest Estate, back up north, and so he went to find a suitable beast to slay.
Full:
Ponytail was born in a woodcutter’s shanty in a small village on the bank of the Rhine. Though, in the week or so that followed, his mother developed childbed fever and perished. This event, while unremarkable to the infantile Ponytail, caused his father to withdraw and grow distant. Other family members, such as his aunt, occasionally stepped in to help, but Ponytail was left to his own devices, and he quite liked it that way.
He grew up wandering barefoot through the fields and forests that surrounded his village, his colorful imagination embellishing his little excursions to be adventures of great grandeur, as a small sprout was wont to do. He wandered farther every day, with little mind given to the hard work and labor his woodcutter father had to do to provide for him, or his new bride and family that followed.
A day came, when he was little more than eleven summers of age, in which Ponytail traveled not to the outskirts of his village, but to the very docks of the river. A foreign band of men, speaking in an alien tongue, had roosted for a brief a time to trade with the villagers, exchanging curious trinkets for simple supplies, shelter and food and wallowing in the fame that followed.
Ponytail had decided that this lifestyle was rather desirable and gave himself permission to stowaway on their riverboat when the time had come for the men to continue their journey South.
The foreign men had not realized they carried an additional passenger until they were well on their way upriver, but they seemed to have taken a liking to him: they fed him dinner and gave him shoes (although, they were a few sizes too big for his age, the gesture was appreciated), and would make attempts to communicate with him despite the language barrier. When asked for his name, and unable to respond, the men took it upon themselves to name him themselves: ‘Hadrian’ for the first name of a well-liked General that the men had known, and ‘Foster’, the last name of one of the childless bachelors of their hunting party. Of course, once Ponytail had begun to emulate the hairstyle and fashion of the rest of the crew, they referred to him affectionately as ‘Ponytail’ and went about their merry way to the South of the Rhine.
Ponytail did most of the menial drudgery of the expedition, the washing-up and the skinning and sewing, between his lessons. He learned to speak their language, after a time, and to shoot and aim a gun, all while they traversed mountain ranges, great open seas, and the sweeping valleys and deserts of the Southern continent.
As time went on and Ponytail had already stepped into the incipient stages of manhood, he was already becoming renowned among the group for his impeccable aim after striking a strange, striped horse-creature from a range that the men claimed was well over four-hundred yards. Ponytail claimed its hooves and pelt for his own.
The group had settled into a competitive routine of pursuit, chase, shoot and skin, each competing for the greater quarry. However, there was a method to the madness that Ponytail had violated:
One of the men, an older gentleman, had spent several days tracking a great, grey beast with an oversized nose. The thing was large, and dangerous; one of the tribeschildren from nearby had recently been stampeded beneath its trunk-sized hooves.
It was the perfect kill, so naturally, Ponytail shot it from a distance just between the eyes before the older gentleman could.
Kill-stealing was the greatest offence among the band of men, and there were harsh consequences for such a thing: Ponytail was to be exiled, and would only be permitted to return if he slew and returned with a trophy from an animal none of the other hunters had seen before.
With just enough money and supplies to make it back up North, Ponytail knew exactly where to go.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons:
-A beloved baker rifle, well-tended to, and enough ammunition and gunpowder to carry him through many more hunting missions, presuming they aren’t soiled or rained on.
-A backsword and a hunting knife for when a situation called for melee combat.
-A flintlock pistol, for emergencies.
Armor:
None, besides the natural defense granted by his clothing.
Other gear:
-A comb, hand-mirror, and a small pair of scissors
-A small coil of rope
-A cured, striped pelt
Strengths:
-Ponytail is a skilled marksman, and can hit his targets with a frightening amount of accuracy.
-He’s also very adept in tracking and camping, and can make his way around in the woods with ease.
-Ponytail is quite good at skinning and preserving pelts, as well as working them into clothing: this makes acquiring upgrades much easier and cheaper, if one can supply the materials himself.
-As a hunter, Ponytail is used to long chases and pursuits, and can maintain a run for a long period of time.
Weaknesses:
-Ponytail is quite proud of his skill, and will disadvantage himself or his party if he views a foe as too weak or small, whether it be by abandoning the gun and taking up the knife, or by giving his position away to the enemy. Ponytail hunts for glory.
-He is also unused to failure, and will take it personally, or attempt to deflect it onto others.
-A lack of female figures outside of the occasional tavern wench in his time has given him a warped view of women; to Ponytail, men and women have very different roles.
-His guns are loud, and as such, they are impractical in closed quarters or caverns if his party values their hearing.
-Ponytail’s gun also reloads quite slowly, and he needs more than a few seconds to ready it for another shot, which could make him more vulnerable if the foe isn’t taken out immediately.
-Ammunition and gunpowder are expensive, and are not to be wasted. Likewise, poor preparedness and bad weather could ruin his gun.
-His rifle must be cleaned frequently, or it will hurt his aim.
-He is significantly less skilled with his knife and backsword.
