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50 posts. Alias of Havocprince.


Classes/Levels

Hershel Werner

About Lost Souls

WS 29
BS 38
S 30
T 34
I 40
Ag 29
Dex 30
Int 35
WP 30
Fel 44
Wounds 12
Fate 4
Fortune 4
Resilience 2
Resolve 2
Corruption 1
Motivation: Lush
Movement 4/8/16
Advances
S4, T5

Traits
Doomed 1, Suave 1, Sharp 1, Perfect Pitch 1, Pure soul 1, Sixth sense 1

Skills
Ranged(Bow) 5
Animal Care 5
Melee (Basic) 5
Language (Bretonian) 3
Language (Wasteland) 3
Lore (Reikland) 3
Athletics 5
Charm Animal 5
Consume Alcohol 5
Cool 5
Endurance 5
Intuition 5
Lore (Local) 5
Perception 5
Entertain (Sing) 2

Trappings
Courtly Garb
Dagger
Pouch containing Tweezers,Ear Pick, and a Comb
Keys
Lantern
Lamp Oil
Livery
Flask of spirits
11 Silver shilling
Hand Weapons SB+4

10 Questions:
Where are you from?
Hershel Werner has lived his whole life on the Reikwald hunting grounds of Dietrich Herman Herrmann von Nuln.

What is your family like?
Hershel never knew his mother, taken by the flux while he was but a lad of two. His father, Gerhard, was a stern man and strong disciplinarian. His three older brothers, Jürgen, Wilhelm, and Tim where boisterous young lads who have grown into fine you wardens in their own rights. Though they teased young Hershel often, they were never malicious.

What was your childhood like?
Dull and safe as can be in this world.

Why did you leave home?
If he has left home it is due to the lord of the land not wishing another warden so he must find new lands to care for.

Who are your best friends?
Anyone who he is drinking with at the time. Hershel makes fast but fleeting friendships.

What is your greatest desire?
To die old and happy in my bed, surrounded by grieving grandchildren.

What are your best and worst memories?
Best memory, that time he ran into the lord's daughter bathing alone under a small waterfall... he would have been strung up for that if anyone had found out. She used to sneak off with him until she got married... well after as well... maybe that boy might be his and not her husband's.
Worst memory, the time those wolves cornered him and his father in the middle of the night. The screams of their horses while they were gnawed alive where they were hobbled... it's funny though, they sounded more like rats than wolves. Funny how the memory plays tricks after all these years. Hershel has developed a severe dislike of rats since that day.

What are your religious beliefs?
"All praise to Taal, lord of the wild and master of beasts. May he guide my shot and keep the wolves and rats at bay." Raises hands as if clasping the sun.

To whom, or what, are you loyal?
To the lord of whatever land I am working first, to whomever is buying my drink second.

Why are you adventuring?
Man can not eat pride and drink dignity. I will have to find work somehow.