Born in the middle of a mercenary camp. Our parents where murdered trying to leave the mercenary band and set up a sedentary family life. We were taken in by our now adoptive parents - sheep herders in the eastern mountain ranges from the imperial city.
We don't know the murderers of out parents but desperately want to find them and enact our revenge (a some what childish goal).
Description:
A dark curly haired young man, with the faint whisps of a goatee. His skin is darkly tanned which he covers with a simple cream coloured tunic, tied with a rope belt. Around his neck hangs a felt hat to protect him from the working days sun.
He stands in simple straw sandals towering over no one. At his side a waterskin and his beloved sling, a fearsome tool in his hands.
Traits:
Wildling: You can take a long rest anywhere, regardless of the situation. +1 CON.
Hunter: In combat your first arrow always hits, and you add your level to its damage. +1 DEX.
