Name:Abraham
Hero/Villain Name:The Misanthrope
Age:31
Height:5'11"
Weight:174
Appearance:
Abraham stands aone, wrapped tight in tan leather and draped in a deep black felt cloak, topped off with a wide rimmed black felt hat. A single Hawk Feather sticks out of a tan
leather band around the dome of the hat. His face is wrinkeled beyond his years. His eyes are set deep in his skull and his nose crooks hard to the left. His fingers are long and boney, but bare the cold blisters of hard work and independance.
Power Source:Mystical
History:
Dear Father Ferrell,
I, Abraham, write to you this in hopes that my hawk, Kane, finds you in well being. I, along with the others at the monistary desperately want to know what has become of you. I have made a pact with a few of my fellow members of the orphanage to devote every moment of our waking time to finding you. I have taught the others as you have taught me. The ways of tracking, and hunting are of good use in our situation. You taught me well, Father. I have taken up bounty hunting for the local authorities, and while I know you would assuredly disapprove, our expedition has proved expensive. I see now why you told me, all those years ago, to keep those knives close to me, father. I'm starting to realize their true potential in my hands. I pray of you father, please, if this letter reaches you in good health, write back. Kane wil stay with you untill you send him away. I know you will have found the strength to survive, as your skills greatly surpass those of any man i have ever know, however, i still worry for you. But, though i know it a sin, I alos find pride in you. I remember, many years ago when i first found myself at that orphanage, you were the only one, of both the orphans and workers, who treated me with kindness, and recognized my potential. I feel guilt now for knowing your fate was my doing. I should not have asked you to seek my parents. I know not their origin, and fear they may even have had a hand in whatever it is that's happened to you.While the skills you have taught me serve me well, I seek from you now what i did all those years ago as a boy. Your help.
Sincerely, Abraham.
Hero/Villain Name:The Misanthrope
Age:31
Height:5'11"
Weight:174
Appearance:
Abraham stands aone, wrapped tight in tan leather and draped in a deep black felt cloak, topped off with a wide rimmed black felt hat. A single Hawk Feather sticks out of a tan
leather band around the dome of the hat. His face is wrinkeled beyond his years. His eyes are set deep in his skull and his nose crooks hard to the left. His fingers are long and boney, but bare the cold blisters of hard work and independance.
Power Source:Mystical
History:
Dear Father Ferrell,
I, Abraham, write to you this in hopes that my hawk, Kane, finds you in well being. I, along with the others at the monistary desperately want to know what has become of you. I have made a pact with a few of my fellow members of the orphanage to devote every moment of our waking time to finding you. I have taught the others as you have taught me. The ways of tracking, and hunting are of good use in our situation. You taught me well, Father. I have taken up bounty hunting for the local authorities, and while I know you would assuredly disapprove, our expedition has proved expensive. I see now why you told me, all those years ago, to keep those knives close to me, father. I'm starting to realize their true potential in my hands. I pray of you father, please, if this letter reaches you in good health, write back. Kane wil stay with you untill you send him away. I know you will have found the strength to survive, as your skills greatly surpass those of any man i have ever know, however, i still worry for you. But, though i know it a sin, I alos find pride in you. I remember, many years ago when i first found myself at that orphanage, you were the only one, of both the orphans and workers, who treated me with kindness, and recognized my potential. I feel guilt now for knowing your fate was my doing. I should not have asked you to seek my parents. I know not their origin, and fear they may even have had a hand in whatever it is that's happened to you.While the skills you have taught me serve me well, I seek from you now what i did all those years ago as a boy. Your help.
Sincerely, Abraham.
