Eternity RPC Board
05-21-2018, 05:48 PM
Name: Fimri Bucephalas “Buck” Syodhozlyn III
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Race: Human
Allegiance: The Riders
Description: Buck is a solidly built, albeit short man. He is quick - and proud - to claim that what he lacks in stature is due to, and made up for by his family’s long history of carrying royal dwarven blood - his great-great-great-great grandma Braenlissa was a full-blooded dwarf, after all, and a queen to boot! (This is not true, although generations of carefully crafted tales for posterity that have become a bit more embellished with each retelling means no one currently alive in the Syodhozlyn lineage knows any better. Buck and his family are, perhaps uninterestingly, just short.) Barrel-chested and thick limbed from a lifetime of driving cattle, he’s nearly wider around than he is tall. He keeps a messy crop of sun-faded brown hair, usually pulled back, braided, and banded out of the way, that flows into an impressively bushy beard by way of perfectly mirrored mutton chops. He seems to have a permanent leathery tan to his skin, offset by a golden fleece of body hair. There’s a kindness to his facial features and warm, brown eyes enhance the effect. Nothing about his appearance is particularly eye-catching to the majority, but as his pappy always says, beauty is in the eye of the bee-holder (neither pappy nor Buck are sure what that means, but they have a certain reverence for apiarists and their all-knowledge of physical beauty.)
As for clothing, he prefers little adornment and opts for sturdy, utilitarian textiles - leather, canvas, and wool are much more useful than silks and other dantier fabrics. No man ever found himself in need of a lace doily six days into a cattle drive, after all. He dresses as is befitting of a man who spends much of his time in a saddle and carries as little as possible: a tent, a rope, a multipurpose knife, a good quality cast iron skillet, a farrier’s kit, maybe a few other small pieces of gear. His heavy-soled boots are perfect for stirrups and for marching on foot.
Personality: Buck is a man’s man. And a ladies’ man. Well, in fact, he kind of just gets along with everyone. A charmer without trying, he has perfected the art of buttering-up and finds that there aren’t many sorts he can’t get along with when he puts his mind to it. He can be overwhelming for the more introverted, homebody types, but he chooses to believe they’ll open up to him if he’s even more persistent. (He’s sometimes correct.)
Buck is also, rather unfortunately, something of an idiot. Born and raised on the range far from the civilized world of city slickers and government ministries and mages, Buck never received much of a formal education. He can recite the alphabet, knows his numbers, and can perform some basic arithmetic - mostly for the purposes of livestock-associated accounting - but he lacks factual knowledge about many things. History, if not regularly recounted in a storytelling format, eludes him. Chemistry, in his vocabulary, is only something that a gal might find she shares with her beau if things are going well romantically. He has only a basic reading ability, and even less of an ability to write.
But what he lacks in the ability to recite facts, he mostly makes up for in common sense garnered through experience. He’s got a pretty good grasp on navigation and pathfinding; he knows a good deal about large animal biology, physiology, and medicine (and honestly, how different can people be?); and his survival skills are top notch. He’s reverse engineered a good bit of machinery in his time and, in doing so, has sorted out most of the mechanics behind the object. Most often, he can figure out when he’s being taken for a ride, although it takes him a bit longer to catch onto a scam than the average man of his age, and it may be too late to fix a situation by that time. But his hindsight is 20/20. 20/30, maybe. Okay, 20/40 at worst.
Being lucky also helps.
Buck is neither a pacifist nor a warmonger. He lets his head and his heart split the decision when it comes time to react to an escalating situation. He likes to think that he can be the bigger man most of the time, but it would be a lie to say he doesn’t get a kick out of the occasional down-‘n-dirty brawl (especially when he wins.)
Biography: —WIP—
Abilities/Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
Charmer. Despite his lack of formal education, Buck is very charismatic and most find him endearing. There are those who find his personality overwhelming or even obnoxious, but he’s pretty good at reading people and can usually reel in his more boisterous side if needed. Sympathy and empathy are two tools he’s able to wield pretty well in order to get into the good graces of those around him, and he is genuinely caring and very loyal to anyone he considers his friend. And while he mostly uses this power for good and harmony, it would be false to say that he never uses it for personal gain.
Animal whisperer. Whether hoofed or clawed, feathered or scaled, large or small, Buck is good with just about every kind of animal. Horses and cattle are his forte. He can break a young stallion without a harsh whip in a matter of days and can read the general mood in a herd of steer as plain as if they were people. He’s also a huge dog and cat lover.
“Just a scratch!” He can take a pretty hefty beating and still walk away, unassisted, and have a good laugh over it. Similarly, he can eat almost anything without ill effects.
Brute strength. Despite being shorter than most, he’s decently strong and can turn almost any heavy object into a blunt-force projectile.
Weaknesses:
Illiteracy. He can recognize common signage (“danger”, “inn”, “Welcome to (Town Name Here)”, etc.) and can sound things out phonetically correct about eighty percent of the time, but he’s no reader. Definitely no writer. Despite this, he remains the best reader in his family, and having never been told otherwise, is completely unaware that he’s at the reading level of a seven year old. Maybe he’s dyslexic - who can say?
”I reckon you could say I’m an expert.” As with his language skills, Buck often has the false impression that he has knowledge of things that he, clearly, does not. That weird, blobby shape he just scratched into the dirt with a stick, for instance? “Why, that’s a secret ma-a-agical spell taught to me by a man who was wearing a golden dragon skin. He says it’s a protection wart— err, ward? Somethin’!” You look at the shape again. It’s just a smiley face.
Pretty women. He’ll do a lot of dumb things for a leggy blonde. He’s got many an [angry] ex from his youthful days of sewing wild oats who would testify.
Landlubber. Buck has only been to sea once. The ordeal lasted only two nights and three days, but resulted in a panic that caused such a commotion that he has not so much as stepped foot in a rowboat since (and left him banned from doing business with a particular chartering company). He much prefers the trusty earth and solid soil to being surrounded by something full of sharks that would swallow a man up in seconds and leave no trace. He cannot swim.
Not-so-fine motor skills. He’s a bit of a bull in a china shop.
In general, his attributes would be as follows (scale is 1 - 12):
Strength: 9
Constitution: 11
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 4
Wisdom: 6
Charisma: 11
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Race: Human
Allegiance: The Riders
Description: Buck is a solidly built, albeit short man. He is quick - and proud - to claim that what he lacks in stature is due to, and made up for by his family’s long history of carrying royal dwarven blood - his great-great-great-great grandma Braenlissa was a full-blooded dwarf, after all, and a queen to boot! (This is not true, although generations of carefully crafted tales for posterity that have become a bit more embellished with each retelling means no one currently alive in the Syodhozlyn lineage knows any better. Buck and his family are, perhaps uninterestingly, just short.) Barrel-chested and thick limbed from a lifetime of driving cattle, he’s nearly wider around than he is tall. He keeps a messy crop of sun-faded brown hair, usually pulled back, braided, and banded out of the way, that flows into an impressively bushy beard by way of perfectly mirrored mutton chops. He seems to have a permanent leathery tan to his skin, offset by a golden fleece of body hair. There’s a kindness to his facial features and warm, brown eyes enhance the effect. Nothing about his appearance is particularly eye-catching to the majority, but as his pappy always says, beauty is in the eye of the bee-holder (neither pappy nor Buck are sure what that means, but they have a certain reverence for apiarists and their all-knowledge of physical beauty.)
As for clothing, he prefers little adornment and opts for sturdy, utilitarian textiles - leather, canvas, and wool are much more useful than silks and other dantier fabrics. No man ever found himself in need of a lace doily six days into a cattle drive, after all. He dresses as is befitting of a man who spends much of his time in a saddle and carries as little as possible: a tent, a rope, a multipurpose knife, a good quality cast iron skillet, a farrier’s kit, maybe a few other small pieces of gear. His heavy-soled boots are perfect for stirrups and for marching on foot.
Personality: Buck is a man’s man. And a ladies’ man. Well, in fact, he kind of just gets along with everyone. A charmer without trying, he has perfected the art of buttering-up and finds that there aren’t many sorts he can’t get along with when he puts his mind to it. He can be overwhelming for the more introverted, homebody types, but he chooses to believe they’ll open up to him if he’s even more persistent. (He’s sometimes correct.)
Buck is also, rather unfortunately, something of an idiot. Born and raised on the range far from the civilized world of city slickers and government ministries and mages, Buck never received much of a formal education. He can recite the alphabet, knows his numbers, and can perform some basic arithmetic - mostly for the purposes of livestock-associated accounting - but he lacks factual knowledge about many things. History, if not regularly recounted in a storytelling format, eludes him. Chemistry, in his vocabulary, is only something that a gal might find she shares with her beau if things are going well romantically. He has only a basic reading ability, and even less of an ability to write.
But what he lacks in the ability to recite facts, he mostly makes up for in common sense garnered through experience. He’s got a pretty good grasp on navigation and pathfinding; he knows a good deal about large animal biology, physiology, and medicine (and honestly, how different can people be?); and his survival skills are top notch. He’s reverse engineered a good bit of machinery in his time and, in doing so, has sorted out most of the mechanics behind the object. Most often, he can figure out when he’s being taken for a ride, although it takes him a bit longer to catch onto a scam than the average man of his age, and it may be too late to fix a situation by that time. But his hindsight is 20/20. 20/30, maybe. Okay, 20/40 at worst.
Being lucky also helps.
Buck is neither a pacifist nor a warmonger. He lets his head and his heart split the decision when it comes time to react to an escalating situation. He likes to think that he can be the bigger man most of the time, but it would be a lie to say he doesn’t get a kick out of the occasional down-‘n-dirty brawl (especially when he wins.)
Biography: —WIP—
Abilities/Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
Charmer. Despite his lack of formal education, Buck is very charismatic and most find him endearing. There are those who find his personality overwhelming or even obnoxious, but he’s pretty good at reading people and can usually reel in his more boisterous side if needed. Sympathy and empathy are two tools he’s able to wield pretty well in order to get into the good graces of those around him, and he is genuinely caring and very loyal to anyone he considers his friend. And while he mostly uses this power for good and harmony, it would be false to say that he never uses it for personal gain.
Animal whisperer. Whether hoofed or clawed, feathered or scaled, large or small, Buck is good with just about every kind of animal. Horses and cattle are his forte. He can break a young stallion without a harsh whip in a matter of days and can read the general mood in a herd of steer as plain as if they were people. He’s also a huge dog and cat lover.
“Just a scratch!” He can take a pretty hefty beating and still walk away, unassisted, and have a good laugh over it. Similarly, he can eat almost anything without ill effects.
Brute strength. Despite being shorter than most, he’s decently strong and can turn almost any heavy object into a blunt-force projectile.
Weaknesses:
Illiteracy. He can recognize common signage (“danger”, “inn”, “Welcome to (Town Name Here)”, etc.) and can sound things out phonetically correct about eighty percent of the time, but he’s no reader. Definitely no writer. Despite this, he remains the best reader in his family, and having never been told otherwise, is completely unaware that he’s at the reading level of a seven year old. Maybe he’s dyslexic - who can say?
”I reckon you could say I’m an expert.” As with his language skills, Buck often has the false impression that he has knowledge of things that he, clearly, does not. That weird, blobby shape he just scratched into the dirt with a stick, for instance? “Why, that’s a secret ma-a-agical spell taught to me by a man who was wearing a golden dragon skin. He says it’s a protection wart— err, ward? Somethin’!” You look at the shape again. It’s just a smiley face.
Pretty women. He’ll do a lot of dumb things for a leggy blonde. He’s got many an [angry] ex from his youthful days of sewing wild oats who would testify.
Landlubber. Buck has only been to sea once. The ordeal lasted only two nights and three days, but resulted in a panic that caused such a commotion that he has not so much as stepped foot in a rowboat since (and left him banned from doing business with a particular chartering company). He much prefers the trusty earth and solid soil to being surrounded by something full of sharks that would swallow a man up in seconds and leave no trace. He cannot swim.
Not-so-fine motor skills. He’s a bit of a bull in a china shop.
In general, his attributes would be as follows (scale is 1 - 12):
Strength: 9
Constitution: 11
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 4
Wisdom: 6
Charisma: 11