No problem. Always happy to help.
Thanks for the info Wolfy.
Alrighty. I'm still working on mine, too.
Sounds good. I'll send you a PM when I get her finshed (hopefully sometime today) and we can work out the details.
Well, that's not a very good idea. The whole "thing" about the Venatori is that they use potions and magical trinkets so that they can be at least on similar ground with some of the big, powerful monsters that they're sworn to fight.
Equipment: Cuthbert ... does not rely on enchanted or mystical objects.
Here's what I have so far. I'll be editing things at my whim and adding the rest in later.
Name: "I am known as Geron."
Age: "I am forty-one ((41)) years old. Five of those years I have spent with the Venatori."
Race: "I am of pure Imperial blood."
Physical Description: Although he stands a few inches or so below average Imperial height at five feet, seven inches tall, Geron's appearance is otherwise quite intimidating. He is broad-shouldered and bears lean but defined muscles, and his flesh speaks volumes of his career: scars mar much of his skin, and three deep and distinctive scars run diagonally across his face, one of which crosses downward over his right eye. He has very pale blonde hair that hangs just past his shoulders, thin eyebrows, and a rough stubble. His eyes are light green - although only one now remains - and his features are all very severe, what with his high and defined cheekbones, pointed nose, and sharp chin.
Outfit Description: Geron wears a leather eye patch over his right eye, a dark leather shirt over his deepsilver chainmail, and brown leather gauntlets, boots, and shoulder pauldrons. He wears a black shirt underneath his chainmail and dark brown pants. He has two belts, one around his waist and one crossing over his chest, on which he carries his various supplies.
Equipment: Flint and tinder, a whetstone, some jerky, some water, and a few potions (most of which enhance his battle prowess, such as his strength, senses, or speed; he uses them sparingly and only carries a few, however). He carries some pain-relieving herbs and a few salves.
Weapons: He carries a silver broadsword on his back along with a quiver of arrows, some of which have silver arrowheads, and a shortbow. On his side he carries a steel broadsword, and on his right thigh, a dagger is sheathed.
Skills: With his experience in the Venatori, Geron has become particularly proficient in many areas - but he has always excelled in swordfighting. He also has extensive knowledge of monsters and their nature that is often backed by experience. While other Venatori may be better alchemists and trackers than he, Geron remains one of the best swordsman among the Venatori.
Personality: Geron is not what one might call "friendly." He is quiet, observant, and brutally honest. His dry sense of humor allows him to laugh at only the darkest jokes, for he will either roll his eyes or entirely ignore someone that he believes is taking a situation too lightly. He leaves himself little to no time for relaxation and is always ready to continue a hunt unless some very realistic obstacle prevents it (such as wounds, fatigue, and the like). He is extremely interested in monsters, but he spares them not one shred of mercy in battle, as can be expected. He does not enjoy most conversations and tends to use words only when he deems them necessary (or when he wants to use them to shut somebody up), and he intensely dislikes those who talk too much or ask him too many questions (particularly concerning his past, which he is very sensitive about). In general, Geron can be quite hard to get along with.
Biography: Geron was born in Eloh to the lower class, and he was a mischievous child who enjoyed playing pranks - and sometimes even stealing - from others. Once, when he was caught stealing from a merchant, the tradesman chased Geron (who, at this point in time, was not known as "Geron") all the way out of the village and into the Forest of Shadows... which was undeniably very cruel of the merchant, as a visit to that cursed forest is far from just punishment for stealing a few coins.
Geron somehow managed to find his way back out of the Forest of Shadows, as - luckily for him - he had a good enough sense of direction to find his way out again before a troll or the darker shadows found him... but the experience left him mentally scarred.
Determining that he needed some personal method of income, he became a member of the local militia - and most of his work consisted of guarding the town's rich mines. He was easily one of the best swordsman in the militia - perhaps even the very best - for he entirely devoted himself to learning the ways of combat. He did not know how to read or write, nor did he so much as attempt to learn, and he rarely even spared leisure time for himself.
Needless to say, it was highly unexpected when orcs and goblins began to invade the mines when he was of thirty-six years, from - it was assumed - some den of theirs deeper within the caverns. Geron was one of the militia who lost his courage and fled from the mere sight of the monsters, leaving his fellow militiamen to be slaughtered, whether they were actually brave enough to stand and fight or be cut down as a fleeing straggler.
He never forgot his actions, nor did he ever forgive himself - even if he was hardly alone in his flight from the creatures. Reinforcements from Illikon were sent to assist in dealing with the monsters, and several times, Geron tried his hand at accompanying the soldiers and the few knights who came from the city. When the matter was swiftly and decisively dealt with by a knight from Illikon, Sir Thomas Drake, word spread quickly of his victory... even if he did directly disobey orders from the Duke of Eloh himself by caving in a portion of the mines to ensure that the monsters never returned.
But despite mixed reception from the knight's actions, his glory only made Geron feel worse about what he had done. Determined never to abandon his friends in fear of such beasts ever again, he trained himself to become a monster hunter. The idea was called preposterous by all who knew him, including his own parents, who ordered him to never use their name again if he did such a foolish thing. So, dropping his previous identity, he set out to become a Venator. When he finally found a chance, he threw himself into his work, for he hadn't truly known the pleasures of leisure time since he was a child. He was already an excellent swordsman, but he was self-taught, and the Venatori were still able to teach him much. Geron was particularly interested in monsters, and between training and hunts, he taught himself how to read and write the Imperial language.
I'm still a bit iffy on the bio, but I thought it'd be a nice touch to incorporate an actual event mentioned in my books instead of making him randomly encounter a monster or something. I might edit it, though; I don't know.