Je n'ai jamais vraiment pensé à cueillir des serrures. Derrick a dit, secouant la tête.
Cela faisait partie de son éducation. Son village était petit et une telle trahison n'a pas été traitée avec bienveillance. Étant donné que les voisins se partageaient souvent, c'était aussi assez inutile, même si ce n'était pas comme si cela n'arrivait pas.
"Mon père disait toujours que les voleurs de carrière ont tendance à avoir de mauvaises perspectives d'avenir." Derrick a continué. "La nature d'un revenu instable et le mépris de l'autorité tendent à conduire à..."
Derrick a réussi à arrêter sa tirade alors qu'il s'apercevait qu'il draguait. Il toussait mal à l'aise avant de résumer ses pensées.
"De toute façon, disons juste que je n'ai jamais pris les compétences de cueillir des verrous." Derrick a dit.
Name: Derrick Greenguard
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: The best statement to describe Derrick would probably be "lacking in direction". Derrick tends to be rather quiet and likes to think for himself rather than talk to others, although he's not exactly antisocial. He's more of a follower than a leader and is decisively indecisive when not with others. He likes to be left alone more often than not, although he wouldn't deny companionship.
Appearance: Short brown hair, dull brown eyes and square features.
Favoured weapon: Spears/polearms
Notable skills: Moderately skilled with spears and pole weapons. Good strength and stamina. Bad at panicking and is fairly observant. Good at defending. Does his job till it's finished.
Notable weaknesses: A bit too careful sometimes, doesn't often take initiative. Not good attacking targets outside his range. Fairly inexperienced.
Background: Derrick comes from a rural background of hard farming and was a rather unimaginative child, dreaming of a peaceful adulthood of having a farm of his own and providing for his family. But of course, to own property, you needed money. Derrick and a few of his friends hit upon the idea of taking down local pests together before handing them in for bounties. Derrick was pretty sure that a more stable job would've been a better foundation for a long future but he went with it because monsters would also damage his farming dreams in the long run. They formed a freelance party naught but slightly more than sensibly proportioned dreams. Fast track a few months and the party goes the way of a group of naive teenage rock band aspirees, they split up to try and find success in their own ways. Left with nothing much to do, Derrick gives monster hunting one last shot and accepts a bounty for a mysterious winged wolf, little knowing that it may turn out to be the worst decision of his life... Or the best one he's ever made. Who knows? Depends on how it goes, I suppose.