Username:
Lord Serf
Character's Name:
Gabriel Faust
Character's Age:
38 (approximately)
Character's Race:
Human (Kandarin)
Character's appearance:
180cm, 75kg...IC appearance
Position applying for (Student or specified faculty position):
Student
What is the last rule?:
The Headmaster is *not* a convicted criminal guilty of treason.
RP Experience (if any):
20 years (light RP)
Timezone (Optional):
PST (UTC -08:00)
Brief Character History:
Recently losing his business in East Ardougne due to supply disruptions caused by the horrible plague afflicting the city's West sector, Gabriel's father packed his belongings and young son to plead, if necessary, for any available employment with the wizards in Yanille. The map he could afford lacked detail, but Yanille was one of the few large marks and seemingly close at that. It was to be a short journey, two to four days at most. He set camp at what he imagined to be the half-way point, just within sight of a few walled structures to the east.
Gabriel awoke to find a camp empty of all save him. He imagined that his father was out collecting firewood for the morning breakfast. The hours passed...
Nine days and nights...without sign of his father. The few edible supplies were days gone, and the few eggs spotted were unreachable to a child of six.
Fourteen...maybe twenty...Gabriel could no longer be certain. He was dying of hunger next to a horse that had died no less than a week prior. Gabriel hated himself for not paying attention when his father once attempted to show him how to work the contraption that connected her to the cart. The death rattles give him nightmares to this day. The boy found the energy to pull a few more leaves toward his makeshift bed so that he could die a little warmer than he currently felt. As he closed his eyes, he saw...a leprechaun?
He woke, stiff and what he imagined "drunk" to feel like...in a real bed. A gnomish hermit had come by the sleeping boy and carried him to his secluded home.
16-Mar-2018 11:17:01
