Post by masoth on Dec 4, 2014 3:02:16 GMT -7
Jochem Heika
Jochem is about 5 ft 10 in tall and is a strong, sturdy 170 lbs. He has the lean muscled build of a woodsman and hunter.
He has somewhat unkempt brown hair to shoulder length and lightly tanned skin. His eyes are grey green and seem distant. He wears dusty leather armor and boots with soft gray, tan, and green layered clothes. His cloak is a carefully constructed ankle length piece with multi-colored patches of cloth simulating leaves and bark on the outside and strips simulating grass and brush on the inside. The cloak has similar color tones to his other clothes giving him a seemingly blurry appearance when seen at a distance or indirectly.
Jochem was born a few miles from the Old Town in the farmstead district near the border of the Elesian forest. His father, Rikard, trapped fur animals in the winter season and his mother, Karina, tended the homestead and made charms & baubles to trade.
Jochem was barely old enough to remember the bitter cold of his third winter when his mother died. His father was out checking the trap line and his mother had stepped outside to get more firewood. At only 2 1/2 years old, young Jochem did not realize that the muffled sounds of his mother gasping as she slipped on an icy stone and the crunch as she fell head first onto the wood pile were the last he would hear from her. When Rikard returned at the end of the third day he did not see Karina's body under the drifting snow, but he knew something was wrong from the cold, silent chimney. Only after seeing the half burned bowls and toys and the bloody fingerprints just below the heavy door latch did Rikard understand his loss. Jochem's blue lips and raw, bruised hands could not even reach out to his father from the blankets that had almost been his coffin.
In the years following the tragedy, Rikard taught Jochem the trapper's trade, but found that his son was far more skilled as a patient hunter than as a trapsmith.Until Jochem was old enough to travel the trap line in his 10th winter, Rikard left him in the care of an elderly halfling couple. Filibert and Lina had traded herbs and baubles with Karina and having no children of their own were happy to watch Jochem for the few days each week Rikard plied his trade. Their kindness did little to thaw the repressed memory of that cold, dark winter, but did leave Jochem with a fondness for halflings and their rabbit and potato stew. His father's hard habitual life gave Jochem little practice dealing with people and resulted in his stoic, practical nature. His adoptive aunt and uncle decided to travel south after Jochem joined his father leaving him with a simple charm necklace and some last kind words.
By Jochem's 16th winter he was a skilled archer and hunter. He knew the signs of illness and injury in all the forest beasts, so it was no surprise that he recognized his father's slow growing illness. Rikard's one luxury of frequently smoking pipe weed was catching up with him. That and the harsh demands of winter travel eroded his lung strength over the next three years and led to him laying bedridden with pneumonia for weeks. The following year, Jochem's 20th winter, the crackling cough returned to claim his father for good.
As his 21st birthday passed in the fall, Jochem decided to seek his fortune somewhere else and followed the example of his adoptive aunt and uncle. He set off south towards the heart of Rook to find employment and see if travel and change suited him better than the simple, harsh life he had known thus far.
Jochem is quiet out of habit and resolute in his course of action. His practical and socially unpracticed nature can sometimes carry to the point of rudeness, but he does try to keep his country manners in mind. The harsh rules of the forest and the line have left him no stranger to death or killing, but he has never had to kill a man before. He will always defend himself from assault and if a creature is in pain or has fallen to a ''careless or dirty' trap he sees death as a mercy. He seeks to resolve a hunt in the swiftest, cleanest manner so as not to cause pain or waste time tracking.
Jochem is about 5 ft 10 in tall and is a strong, sturdy 170 lbs. He has the lean muscled build of a woodsman and hunter.
He has somewhat unkempt brown hair to shoulder length and lightly tanned skin. His eyes are grey green and seem distant. He wears dusty leather armor and boots with soft gray, tan, and green layered clothes. His cloak is a carefully constructed ankle length piece with multi-colored patches of cloth simulating leaves and bark on the outside and strips simulating grass and brush on the inside. The cloak has similar color tones to his other clothes giving him a seemingly blurry appearance when seen at a distance or indirectly.
Jochem was born a few miles from the Old Town in the farmstead district near the border of the Elesian forest. His father, Rikard, trapped fur animals in the winter season and his mother, Karina, tended the homestead and made charms & baubles to trade.
Jochem was barely old enough to remember the bitter cold of his third winter when his mother died. His father was out checking the trap line and his mother had stepped outside to get more firewood. At only 2 1/2 years old, young Jochem did not realize that the muffled sounds of his mother gasping as she slipped on an icy stone and the crunch as she fell head first onto the wood pile were the last he would hear from her. When Rikard returned at the end of the third day he did not see Karina's body under the drifting snow, but he knew something was wrong from the cold, silent chimney. Only after seeing the half burned bowls and toys and the bloody fingerprints just below the heavy door latch did Rikard understand his loss. Jochem's blue lips and raw, bruised hands could not even reach out to his father from the blankets that had almost been his coffin.
In the years following the tragedy, Rikard taught Jochem the trapper's trade, but found that his son was far more skilled as a patient hunter than as a trapsmith.Until Jochem was old enough to travel the trap line in his 10th winter, Rikard left him in the care of an elderly halfling couple. Filibert and Lina had traded herbs and baubles with Karina and having no children of their own were happy to watch Jochem for the few days each week Rikard plied his trade. Their kindness did little to thaw the repressed memory of that cold, dark winter, but did leave Jochem with a fondness for halflings and their rabbit and potato stew. His father's hard habitual life gave Jochem little practice dealing with people and resulted in his stoic, practical nature. His adoptive aunt and uncle decided to travel south after Jochem joined his father leaving him with a simple charm necklace and some last kind words.
By Jochem's 16th winter he was a skilled archer and hunter. He knew the signs of illness and injury in all the forest beasts, so it was no surprise that he recognized his father's slow growing illness. Rikard's one luxury of frequently smoking pipe weed was catching up with him. That and the harsh demands of winter travel eroded his lung strength over the next three years and led to him laying bedridden with pneumonia for weeks. The following year, Jochem's 20th winter, the crackling cough returned to claim his father for good.
As his 21st birthday passed in the fall, Jochem decided to seek his fortune somewhere else and followed the example of his adoptive aunt and uncle. He set off south towards the heart of Rook to find employment and see if travel and change suited him better than the simple, harsh life he had known thus far.
Jochem is quiet out of habit and resolute in his course of action. His practical and socially unpracticed nature can sometimes carry to the point of rudeness, but he does try to keep his country manners in mind. The harsh rules of the forest and the line have left him no stranger to death or killing, but he has never had to kill a man before. He will always defend himself from assault and if a creature is in pain or has fallen to a ''careless or dirty' trap he sees death as a mercy. He seeks to resolve a hunt in the swiftest, cleanest manner so as not to cause pain or waste time tracking.
If I'm right, that would probably bump your dex to 18 (?) which would then effect quite a bit of your character sheet. Please confirm.