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Name: Briam Risidar
Age: 47 years old
Gender: Male
Rank: Hunter
Element: Spiritual
Appearance:

Briam Risidar is one of the few “older” residents of Antica, and therefore many of the current citizens would wouldn't describe him as "good-looking". He has an aged face, with short, dark gray hair covering his scalp, and a short beard with the same coloring of iron gray hair which covers his head. He has small, dark eyes, which are always open and expectant of danger. He is one of those rare people who don’t seem to need to blink as much as normal, and in addition, he sleeps with them open. His eyebrows are dark and rather bushy, which bother some people, who worry about their own appearance. But he doesn’t care much for how he looks, nor about what others think of his appearance, just as long as he makes enough munny to survive on. Another facial feature is a huge scar running along his cheek where he took a nasty blow from an iron dragon in his youth. He is a medium-height, standing at five-feet, seven-inches tall. Many people underestimate him because of his age, but he is experienced, and is still fit from all of his years chasing after varying creatures in the wilderness.

Briam has simple clothing, which is mostly made of leather, so that his outfit will keep longer when he is out on a hunt, but he still manages to wear it out quickly from traveling most of the time. Because of this, he usually buys more leather every fourth or fifth trip that he makes to Antica, and simply makes his own while he travels. His leather pants are varying shades of brown, depending on the area of the fabric, and have been rubbed smooth due to the amount of use that he gets out of them. They are held up by another long strip of leather that acts as his belt, upon which hang a dagger and a small, round, metal canteen which he fills whenever he has a chance to do so, whether it be at a nearby well, or even a stream. His torso is covered by a long shirt (usually a dark shade of blue, gray or green) which is one of the few things he has that is not indeed, made of leather, and as a result, is ripped and torn on the sleeves. Over that, is a leather vest, which provides a form of slight protection from the creatures he spends most of his days hunting.

Personality:

Briam spends the majority of his days alone in the wilderness, so he doesn’t get much human contact, apart from the times when he travels back to the village to stock up on new supplies and to sell whatever stock he has recently caught. Because of this, he isn’t exactly what you would call “people-friendly”. He is rather gruff when he speaks, and only says what needs to be said. He much rather prefers the company of the creatures that he hunts, although he has never had a Bonded himself. It is rather surprising, really, that he has never had someone (or something) that he can confide in, when his life’s work is to capture as many of them as possible for others. But he is getting on in age now, and he isn’t as versatile as he used to be, and he has begun craving for some company. He has long since had a certain fondness for the raccoons of his element, and has long since harbored a secret desire to discover if a Spiritual Bonded would have the ability to influence a couple of his customers to raise their paying prices a bit…

Briam has no particular way of hunting creatures in the wilderness that have the potential to become a Bonded for someone within Antica. However, he almost always will try to figure out what creature he’s hunting by tracking varying footprints until he gets lucky and comes across that creature. His elemental specialty is Spiritual, which coincidentally, are some of the most difficult to capture because of their ability to influence the mind and alter your perception of reality. They have gotten to be increasingly difficult for him to subdue, and he has reluctantly come to the conclusion that it would be much easier for him to get by if he had his own Spiritual elemental Bonded to help him out in the wilderness, as well as to have a constant companion. When he is in town, he will eavesdrop on possible candidates who might receive a Spiritual Bonded from him, so as to figure out which creatures he should exercise his hunting attempts on.

History:

Briam grew up in a small house on the edge of town, with only his father to care for him. His mother didn’t want him, and she forced her young son upon his father before she left. Nobody knows where she disappeared too, and honestly, no one really cares. His father was a Hunter, and Briam became his apprentice, learning everything that he needed to know about surviving in the wild for weeks at a time as well as the best ways to capture a possible Bonded. He never learned to do anything else, but never had the desire to be a Trainer or Breeder. He didn’t fancy training a creature that wasn’t his, bond with it, and then have to sell it to someone new, and he thought that being a Breeder would be too difficult to find the perfect pair. So he has willingly settled for being a Hunter instead.

He started his own, independent business of selling the creatures that he captures in the wild for a profit when his father died at a ripe old age of eighty-four. The first creature he caught was a fierce female badger, which put up quite a fight but sold for a fair chunk of munny in town. When he was twenty-nine, he obtained a huge scar along his cheek, where a young eagle owl attacked him with his talons. If it had been any lower, he would not be here today. Since then, he has been hunting in the wilderness for anything that he can find, and has been, in general, pretty successful at it. He loses about half of the creatures he attempts to capture, most of which are the owls, who can take off easily if spooked.

He has become increasingly worse at keeping the creatures he captures under his control, so he has resolved to, at long last, get his own Bonded animal and plans on doing so, whether it is through his own hunting attempts, or the next time he is in town.

Roleplay Sample:

Briam ambled along the beaten dirt path that led to the Grotto, a cave (as far as he knew) that was partially hidden behind clumps of varying shrubs and other plants. He saw few others on the worn trail, although all of them were young and nearly jumping up and down in excitement. He had to resist from rolling his eyes as a young girl (well, young to him anyways) passed him, skipping all the way until she was lost from view. Well, that’s to be expected, he thought with a small grin. Most people around here already have a Bonded; I wouldn’t be surprised if you were the only one left above the age of thirty in town that doesn’t have one yet. Ah well, better late than never.

His forty-seven year old heart beat faster in anticipation as he rounded a turn on the path, and he saw the trail disappear into a small cave, whose entrance was nearly overgrown by all of the foliage that surrounded it. Calm down, you’re not one of these young kids that can’t wait a minute to get their hands on one of these eggs. But he was excited, and nothing that he told himself could change that.

Stepping over the protruding roots of nearby trees, he poked his head into the cave entrance, which was much darker than it was outside on this sunny day. The rest of his body soon followed suit, and it took a minute or two for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. He looked around for any person that could be in charge, and soon spotted a young man bent over the eggs.

Briam tapped him on the shoulder, “Excuse me, but are you in charge here? I’d like to have a Metal egg.” He felt stupid saying it, but there really wasn’t any other way.

[This was my original Sample RP post from the original Depths, where his character was originally a Metal hunter, which explains the whole wanting-a-Metal-egg thing and the situation with the girl. xP]