Maddock Reno, the Kindhearted Killer

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Maddock Reno, the Kindhearted Killer

Post by mattmalice » Tue Jun 19, 2018 4:42 am

Maddock Reno, the Kindhearted Killer

Name: Maddock Reno

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Height: 6'3

Weight: 170lbs

Moral alignment: Chaotic neutral

Description A light hearted man with an optimistic outlook. Always knowing what to say and when to say it, or when to pull a sword if he says the wrong thing. Would rather talk his way out of a fight, or even sneak away than have head on combat.

Appearance: Medium length brown hair, (slicked back about down to shoulders) A small amount of facial hair in the form of a beard, A white smile and brown eyes. A rather slim build, not very intimidating.

Personality: A non experienced mercenary with a quick wit, finds its difficult to take situations seriously but will crack under pressure.

Abilities A fairly good sneak and a great charmer and escapist, mildly experienced in pick pocketing, can hold his own in direct combat but prefers to avoid it.

Powers: Has a sixth sense for finding a way out when in a tight situation (Can escape being bound, tied up, etc)

Skills: Speech, Sneak, One handed

Equipment: Plain looking leather clothing with many hidden pockets, a sword hung at his hip and a dagger in his belt

Biography Having grown up in an impoverished house, Maddock had to learn to think on his feet, and talk his way out of trouble. After finding himself on the wrong side of the law and locked up a fair few times before finally being locked up for ten years before escaping yet again. Thrown into a new world and a new era, now Maddock finds himself looking for humor in the dark world around him... and some fresh mead to go with it

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Re: Maddock Reno, the Kindhearted Killer

Post by Annasiel » Thu Jun 21, 2018 4:57 pm

Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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