Sorry to but in, ma'am; i'll be gone if you like
Name: Sol
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown Mutant
Occupation: Ronin
Appearance: Lanky, pale, mottled skin, sticky fingers, no visible eyes.
Clothing: Leather breastplate, black, embroidered shorts, sandals.
Equipment: Quarterstaff, Katana, Wakizashi, Water Purifier, Flint and Tender, Compass, Notebook, Canteen, Week of Supplies.
Bio: Was born in a remote village in British Columbia to a military father and apothecary mother. Apprenticed to a daimyo after warding off a pirate attack at the age of 7. Learned well, but was always an unruly and pugnacious pupil. At 17, he entered the service of the aged noble of a local fort. Relegated to mere guard duty, he always dreamed of more action. With his old masters death, he sold his sword to his son. Uncovering the nobleman’s involvement in a shady smuggling ring, he was banished from the land. Happy to face new adventures face on, he wished his family goodbye for good, gave them all his savings, and headed south to find his destiny.
Personality: Sol is impulsive and easily distracted, but quick on his feet. He loves a good row, but tries to pick the right sight. He has no troubles with alcohol, prostitution, or selling his sword.
Skills: Sol is a masterful swordsman, and knows his way around outdoor survival and map reading. He has a random, Jack-of-all-Trades skill set.