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Rook, Hunter

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Prologue
+ NAME + Unknown
+ ALIAS + Rook
+ AGE + 25
+ GENDER + Male
+ STAR SIGN + The Bear's Claw
+ BORN + Winter
+ ORIGIN + La'Marri
+ SPECIES + Human
+ RESIDENCE + Nomadic / Wilderness
+ OCCUPATION + Hunter
+ COUNTENANCE + Cherry Auburn hair / Dark Green eyes
+ STATURE + 5'10" / 168 lbs.
+ SEXUALITY + Heterosexual


CH. I – Painting a Portrait
A moderately tall man of medium build, Rook is athletic, though not burly, a body made to survive in the wilderness.  He has a stocky stature, however, indicative of someone of his height and lack of any serious exercise.  He has a slim face, slanted, slightly crooked noise, with small nostrils and narrow cheekbones, and deep eyes underneath a soft brow.  He has a light beard growing on his face, one that never grows any thicker except to shade his face and collect some snow in the cold.  While he prefers to be clean-shaven, it is a luxury not always afforded to him from his life in the wild.  Nor does his cherry-auburn hair allow him to remain inconspicuous, a deep, rich red that curls at the ends, eternally disheveled.

+ NOTABLE MARKS +
He has some claw marks on his body, from his run-ins with animals on his hunts.  One in particular stands out above the rest, a gift from the creature that killed his father.  Three slashes on his left cheek, just underneath his cheekbone linger and drag down to his mouth.


+ PRERERRED CLOTHING +
As a hunter, Rook prefers to travel as light as possible.  He carries with him only a set of buckled-leather armor, a light cuirass that covers his shoulders, hunting gloves with the fingers cut off and leather greaves that go over simple cotton trousers.  His boots are soft, well-trodden leather usually caked with dirt and mud.

CH II – Mental Make-up
A man of a quiet reserved nature, it is in Rook's nature to look, listen, and observe.  One who makes their living in the wild as he has, must train their senses to hone in on the slightest change in their environment, like when the birds stop singing, when the stag raises his head to an unknown sound.  While he is not of the wild, Rook has a deep-seated respect for mother nature and her power and cruelty.  He wanders between civilization and the outdoors, feeling comfortable in one when he's had enough of the other.  Even the most solitary hunters need company once in a while and Rook is no different.

He's not the brooding type, except when someone insists on pressing his buttons, plucking at sore wounds, particularly those concerning family.  He loves to drink and smile in good company, even strangers, but keeps them at arms-length when they try to get too personal too soon. 

+ FAITH +
He's never had much stock in religion, especially not after his father died.  He believes in the power of nature, and trusts its judgment.

+ HABITS +
Rook takes his namesake from the bird, a nickname he earned as a child from a bird he raised that was injured, a remnant of his father.  He has a deep-seated love/respect for all animals, he has a special place in his heart for birds and the rook in particular, keeping a small rookery with all manner of birds in a cabin somewhere in the Niahi woods.

CH III – Social

+ RELATIONSHIPS +
Torsten, Father, deceased
*TBA 

CH IV – Abilities / Skills
+ OUTDOORSMAN +
Rook has survived in the wild for most of his life, from being raised by his father as a young boy, to the young man he is now.  He can track the prints of an animal, where it's gone , where it's going, what it ate, even if they'd been disturbed by rain and wind.  He can survive in the wild for days on end, knowing the best places to make camp without attracting too much attention.  Rook doesn't kill solely for money and sport, and uses everything he can from an animal, and that which he doesn't, he turns into trinkets or skins to sell in town.

CH V – Gear / Equipment
His gear consists mostly of miscellaneous hunting equipment.  Because he prefers to travel light, he usually has little more on him than his hunting bow, a quiver of arrows, and a large hunting knife, all conveniently strapped to his person.

CH VI – Reflections of the Past
Rook never knew any other love than his father's as a child, raised into the Torsten's care when he was very young.  Though he knew he wasn't his real child, he loved him all the same, and took the young boy with him through the wild of the Niahi and taught him all he knew.  And that was how he lived for the majority of his life.  They hunted and sold what they could into La'marri and lived out in a small rustic cabin just on the outskirts of town.  But they would be away for long periods, sometimes months at a time.  They weren't rich, nor ever relied much on money to survive.  But they were happy and lived comfortably, using the resources available to them.

That time was short-lived however when stories of an unknown monster attacking villagers and gruesomely slaying their farm animals.  People were scared to go out at night, describing the creature as some sort of massive hound with bear-claws and boney thorns protruding from it's skull and joins.  It had a massive build, easily the size of two men combined with powerful limbs capable of tearing men to shreds with ease.  The panicked-stricken villagers petitioned for hunters in the area to kill it, but nobody was brave enough to step forth.  Nobody except Torsten. 

Torsten reluctantly took Rook with him on this excursion, believing himself prepared for the unknown they were facing.  The people called it the mynorian, a beast of legend thought to have been asleep for centuries, now awakened from a cave of the deep.  Whatever it was, Torsten was prepared to hunt it and kill it, and bring back it's body as proof of this venture.  But he was wrong, little did he know, when they encountered the beast one fateful night.  Rook was quite young then, not much older than seventeen when he saw the beast tear into his father like nothing he'd ever seen before.  He tried to come to his defense, much to Torsten's last protests, only to be slashed to the side and knocked out.  The creature had spared him for reasons unknown, reasons which Rook has come to believe was due to the fact that it thought him dead.

After that moment, Rook had difficulty coming to terms with Torsten's death, and the creature had disappeared.  Many believed that Torsten had killed the creature in a heroic battle that eventually took his life but Rook knew better.  Knows better; and he's spent years trying to track and hunt the creature that killed his father so many years ago.  Many believe he is insane for trying; chasing after a legend, a myth.




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