(J) Afternoon Introduction

Roland Malone · 08-23-2012, 04:01 PM

Player Name: Tim

Character Name: Roland Malone

Date of Birth: April 2nd 2011

Gender: Male

Species: Wolf

Personality Traits: 1) Brave: Even when faced with overwhelming odds, and or great risk, Roland has no issue rising to whatever cause needs him and his spear-arm. 2) Somewhat introverted: Roland has always preferred listening to speaking, generally only asking a question if it's knowledge is crucial to the task at hand. 3) Motivated: Roland has quite a bit of work ethic, and will trudge through a task at hand to the best of his abilities, not stopping until the task is finished. 4) Slightly Neurotic: Roland doesn't shift his form. He doesn't shift, because when he does, it makes him feel “uncivilized”. 5) Devoted: Although it takes a while for Roland to warm up to folk, once he does, he would gladly kill or die for a friend.

Skills: 1) Weapon Training: Roland, for his age has quite a lot of skill with the spear, spear and shield, and throwing spear. 2) Basic metal-smithing: As a cub, Roland had watched his mother work the forge in his home village, and learned a bit before joining the militia. He knows the basics, but his skill isn't the best. 3) Fortification Building / basic carpentry: His time in the militia taught him how to build many forms of entrenchments and fortifications, along with traps. He is also a bit of a carpenter, as everyone in his village lent a hand to build houses and whatnot. 4) Basic Literacy: Roland can read and write English with the proficiency of a second or third grade student. His drilling and training for his village's militia didn't leave much time for acedemics 5) Stealth: Roland is quite stealthy. A skill picked up from his militia training for quick, silent night-raids of marauder camps.

NPC Characters/Animals: None

Residence: None yet

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Roland had cleaned up his campsite when Ink had parted ways with him. When that task was finished, he took the small entrenching shovel from his pack and set upon digging shallow graves for the coyotes who had had been following him the night and day before.

The spot was nice, under the shade of an old, tall oak tree, around four-hundred meters away from his campsite's original spot, hopefully far enough away from this pack's boarder that no-one would be angered. The task occupied him until the sun was high in the sky. He wiped some sweat from his forehead and sighed. He hoped no-one would hold their deaths against him, but after all, they came from outside of the pack's territory, and he took their lives in self-defence.

When his backpack was re-packed with his camping gear, he made his way down the ruins of the highway and looked around, admiring the scenery for a moment. The young wolf figured that he'd introduce himself. He needed some supplies, and had skills that this pack he would be willing to offer them, maybe even join their pack, if they had use for him.

Roland took another look around then cracked his neck. He took his spear off of his pack, along with his javelins, tossing them a few meters to his right, as an act of good-faith before tilting his head back and howling loudly, letting the members of Vinátta know his presence there.

Word Count :: 245 OOC: @Saul: Sorry if I was stepping on toes in my thread with Ink.

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