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Archiebald
Archibald Nettleseed, "Archie"
| Name | Archiebald |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Smith |
| Age | Middle-aged, close to the fourth decade |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree |
| Kinship | None. |
| Outward Appearance | A rather tall man, measuring almost 6 feet, with a slender frame, and yet quite muscular. There are scars, unseen under all the hair, all around his neck, likely left by shackles or rope. They're old but by their look, they must have been painful wounds. The man can't muffle a hiss coming out of his throat each time he inhales or exhales, and his voice is the horrible and fearsome hybrid of a croak, a hiss and a growl. He doesn't seem to have any actual problem with his breathing or speaking, it's just the noise that is quite wrong. While it is true that he is never unarmed, it also is true that his only weapon is a long basilard, worn in a sheath by his right side. Two belt-pouches are instead worn by his left
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Background
"The proud son of a thief and a whore", he abandoned the town to live a brigand's life at a remarkably young age: seven. Luck was with him that time and, having found a group of brigands, instead of slitting his throat they took him along, almost as a joke.
He's never been a dead weight: in the first years he would do some of the sewing as well as the training, and at the age of twelve he went into his first raid. By the age of twenty he would be the leader of his own small group of brigands, all two or three years younger than him.
Five years later he and his group would be captured by the watch and sentenced to death. Surprisingly his own noose broke three times and, despite the damaged larynx, he was alive and his crimes were pardoned, as the law itself dictates for a man who survives three attempts of an execution.
| Friends | some |
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| Relatives | None. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None yet. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say none anymore. |
| Loves | Whiskey; his beard. |
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| Hates | Horses. |
| Motivation | To run a mill, either wind mill or water mill. He doesn't care, a miller's life is good regardless. |
| Quotes | "There's a big difference between a fox and a dog. A dog is big and it can bite off a hand. A fox is smaller and it does fucking nothing." |
Archiebald's Adventures
| of Monetary Systems | 9 years 5 months ago |
