Horace marchait à la légère dans les rues de Cowfalow. La boue sous ses bottes de fortune, faisait un doux bruit de calmars, il était fort, mais pas assez fort pour alerter les Orcs de sa présence. Il était fatigué, car il avait déjà une journée de travail sous le soleil chaud. Il a vite commencé à marcher sloppily, et il pouvait à peine se tenir debout.
Ses bottes flottaient dans la boue, alors qu'il passait par la porte de sa maison brûlée. Il a regardé autour de lui, ne trouvant aucune trace de sang dans sa maison, mais, qui sait, il aurait pu se brûler.
Il descendit à la cave où il y avait des restes de ses ensembles d'alchimie. Gaz lacrymogène, gaz toussant, poudre de flamme. Tout ça serait utile. Tout cela, il mit des phials, et s'attacha ensuite à ses flèches. Les flacons étaient en verre, et se brisaient à l'impact lors d'un tir à côté des Orcs, ou, sur leur armure. Il mit ses flèches dans son carquois, et s'inclina sur le dos, en assemblant un petit sac à dos d'objets. Livres d'alchimie, phials dans un cas, matériaux d'alchimie, et le reste de la nourriture. Il pourrait rester ici, donc il pourrait être prêt pour un trek.
Name: Saamir Syed
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Saamir has a hawked nose, brown eyes and heavily tanned skin. He wears the same tattered garments as the rest of the farmhands, and doesn't seem to carry anything of any note. His hair his jet black, very thick and has grown down to the base of his neck. A light beard obscures the bottom half of his face, but is kept trim enough to allow others to see his rigid jawline.
He carries a malnourished build, giving one the opinion that he often skips meals, however enlarged muscles from a life working the fields cling to his bone structure.
Current Equipment: The tattered rags on his back, and a sickle.
Handy Skills: Can horse ride on a basic level, but should not be considered an advanced rider. Also, he can read! Has some knowledge of blacksmithing, but is effectively an amateur at it.
Personality at RP's Start: Devout believer of Sheesha, and therefore frustratingly calm about most matters. He holds no open discriminations against anyone, regardless of race, gender or age. He tends to smile a great deal when talking, as if trying to ease the people he's talking to into believing that he is genuinely a nice guy. He can be very slow to anger, but at the same time, does not allow much room for heresy, and will not allow peers to insult Sheesha or her avatars.
Facts Likely Known To Others:
His family originates from Elastor, a desert realm hundreds of miles to the east, though he was born in Ashuran.
Saamir's mother passed away at his birth.
He has no brothers or sisters.
He has a father, Arak, who is Cowfallow's blacksmith.
Saamir and Arak get along famously.
Saamir is only planning on being a farmhand until he can save enough coin to buy his own blacksmithing tools, and then he will join his father at the forge.
He almost killed a man when he was drunk on ale, and hasn't drank since. Happened a few years ago.