Post by slaydemons on Oct 20, 2017 3:04:16 GMT
"There is so much hate in the world, why should I fall in line I like to be a bit of a rebel."
Bellmarthorion
Bio:
Bellmaethorion, or bell, a half elf boy who tracks through the wilds and writes books about it to make his ends meets, He lives with his human younger sister and his human father.They live comfortably well they aren't starving is a better way to say it. his secondary trade is sustainable harvested fur that he hunts and cleans himself using the food for his family to supplement their rather sparse income. he spends time in town when he can to help people out when he needs to but he can be out in the wilderness for month long treks whether its gauging the wild life to make sure its not being over hunted or to help out areas not doing as well he tries to care for the forest just like his mother had taught him to.
Bell wasn't always like this he went through the rebellious nature just like any other teenager, it was right after his little sister was born he made friends with some rather unsavory people, he had good instincts with a bow and they wanted to use that to their advantage when they raided caravans. he didn't mind it too much or rather he didn't know much better he was simply happy to have someone pay attention to him and give him praise for his abilities. He was a bandit for some amount of time bringing home money he earned from his "friends." it didn't last forever as his mother the more proactive of the two parents eventually figured it out.
His mother stopped him from leaving one day telling him they were going hunting trip, he was given little choice as he was dragged out to the forest for a hunt. "A week long trek" his mother declared as they set up the tents. it wasn't long before they got to talking and it wasn't long before she brought up his so called friends, he defended them of course and he ran off angry. he trampled through the woods not paying attention his mother having caught up to him to push him out of the way of a charging buck getting impaled on a tree, that was the last thing he remembered before waking up more then a day later coughing up blood, he searched around finding his own bow shattered he took his mothers bow and skinning dagger before bringing her back home to have her funeral. He never talked to his bandit "Friends" after that, and started doing the job his mother had been doing using any amount of savings he had to buy proper gear.
Bellmarthorion
Bio:
Bellmaethorion, or bell, a half elf boy who tracks through the wilds and writes books about it to make his ends meets, He lives with his human younger sister and his human father.They live comfortably well they aren't starving is a better way to say it. his secondary trade is sustainable harvested fur that he hunts and cleans himself using the food for his family to supplement their rather sparse income. he spends time in town when he can to help people out when he needs to but he can be out in the wilderness for month long treks whether its gauging the wild life to make sure its not being over hunted or to help out areas not doing as well he tries to care for the forest just like his mother had taught him to.
Bell wasn't always like this he went through the rebellious nature just like any other teenager, it was right after his little sister was born he made friends with some rather unsavory people, he had good instincts with a bow and they wanted to use that to their advantage when they raided caravans. he didn't mind it too much or rather he didn't know much better he was simply happy to have someone pay attention to him and give him praise for his abilities. He was a bandit for some amount of time bringing home money he earned from his "friends." it didn't last forever as his mother the more proactive of the two parents eventually figured it out.
His mother stopped him from leaving one day telling him they were going hunting trip, he was given little choice as he was dragged out to the forest for a hunt. "A week long trek" his mother declared as they set up the tents. it wasn't long before they got to talking and it wasn't long before she brought up his so called friends, he defended them of course and he ran off angry. he trampled through the woods not paying attention his mother having caught up to him to push him out of the way of a charging buck getting impaled on a tree, that was the last thing he remembered before waking up more then a day later coughing up blood, he searched around finding his own bow shattered he took his mothers bow and skinning dagger before bringing her back home to have her funeral. He never talked to his bandit "Friends" after that, and started doing the job his mother had been doing using any amount of savings he had to buy proper gear.
