Name: Ferin Race: Human Age: 19 Physical Description: Five feet seven inches tall. A man who, despite his seemingly brittle physique, carries himself with a measure of confidence normally reserved for the elite. He has no facial blemishes or visible scars anywhere on his body. His hair is a dull gray, his bangs extending to cover his irises which mimic the coloration of his hair.
Equipped Items: Main Weapons: Worn daggers (Dual wield.) Reserve Weapon: None Helmet: None Body: Black Leather chest piece over a cloth shirt. Gloves: Black Leather Glove on left hand. Belt: Leather belt with knife sheathes. Footwear: Leather Boots Additional Item: None Accessory: Single golden ring on his right ring finger. No significance. Personal Item:
A mysterious presence, as of yet largely unknown and of no incident... But beneath the lack of showiness that this man possesses lies a terrible past.
Ferin, known only by this and no surname, hails from a region known as Brenellia. Largely unimportant in the grand scheme of things, filled with rolling plains dotted here and there by small settlements. The one thing that makes Brenellia noteworthy would be: The sheer number of hired blades available upon a whim. Fortunate or otherwise is a matter of opinion... That life is from whence Ferin had come, and the life he had tragically left.
Funny, tragedy seemed to follow him... From his birth, to the present.
Ferin's birth was a very clear oddity in even this land. Spawned in the few moments after his mother drew her last breath, speared through the heart by the unforgiving member's of the very same crew of mercenaries which took Ferin in. A child, born upon the field of battle... Clearly, this was his cause. Ordained by whoever they believed was their patron god. Born on the battlefield, and destined to die there. Yet, that leaves much to be questioned in pertinence to his current occupation...
If he was born and raised to be some glorious warrior, why did he choose to use the shadows? Why did he choose to remain as discreet as possible?
Exposure had never really worked for him. Yet it was highly difficult to avoid until he adopted his current garb. Despite his obscenely dashing looks, his choice of armor was enough to deter most would-be suitors with a single look.
The reasons he left the mercenary band are hazy. But about the time he arrived in Wistvale, the mercenary and bandit activity in Brenellia had decreased significantly... Odds are, it was a pleasant coincidence.
Welcome Ferin, thought I would respond to your mention of wanting to play a villain. As you're a new character and villains don't have strict stats and such (they have to be mysterious), then I have some advice.
1: Work toward that goal. There is nothing in the rules that says you cannot be a real piece of work. If you want to lie, steal, cheat and murder, there is nothing to stop you, rule wise. That isn't to say the law won't be all over you, or other characters won't try to kill you. Be smart about it.
2: We have some not-so-nice factions in town, you should read up on those. They work within strict parameters, but they're certainly not the do gooder types.
3. Get super familiar with the game, in time. As Villains are based on story and not growth, we need to be sure anyone wanting to play one knows our rules, doesn't metagame or go mode and will write a villain that really stirs the imagination.