(( I'll apply as a freelance slayer, if I may? Not sure how active I'll be but if I'm available, I'll definitely be along. Also, huzzah for in-character apps! ))
Name: Sand Traven
Age: 45
Race: Human
Appearance: Five-foot-ten, blonde hair worn long and in braids. Brown eyes. Three lines of scarring mark my face, a gift from a vampyre whose home I destroyed. Through a bizarre series of events she later became my agent, then my niece, then the matriarch of the Esir family. Long story, all you need to know is that I'm ugly.
Role (Master, student, freelance slayer): Freelance slayer
Country of origin: Where do I begin? My mother was from Neitiznot, my father was a travelling merchant originally from Varrock. I was raised in Gunnarsgrun. So you'd probably say I was from Misthalin, not that we ever paid their taxes.
Preferred combat method: Ranged, also happy with melee.
Experience: Two years spent with the dwarves of Keldagrim, helping them fight the trolls, then a year above ground at dwarven outposts helping them fight the goblins. A year spent with the gnomes, aiding them in their fight with the men of Port Khazard - not technically a slayer's job but I learned a lot regardless. Five years spent as Varrock's resident slayer-in-ordinary under the Vimes dynasty, during which time I raised a militia to fend off a vampyre incursion in the city and worked to uncover the plots of demons and those who would summon them. I've worked with the Myreque on and off since then, honing my abilities east of the Salve. In short, vampyres are my speciality, though I consider myself reasonably well-rounded.
I can also offer the services of a merchant. Though I have not given up the slayer's calling entirely (and never will, so long as my health allows) I have, in recent years, taken to life as a travelling merchant to subsidise myself. I specialise in the sale of weapons, armour, mineral resources and potions. All would be offered at a discount to my fellow slayers.
One man's trash is another's treasure, and one man's cash buys another's pleasure.
So I'll rob from the cradle, and I'll rob from the grave; it's just human traffic, and I'm just a slave.
15-Nov-2015 20:07:05
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Sand Traven
