Name: Quorrit of Kurn
Aliases: None
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Late 20's, perhaps 30
Profession: Ex-Templar, Bodyguard/Fiend Hunter
Languages: Common, Auran
Accent:
Physical Information
Height: 6'6
Weight: 210lbs
Body build: Slender, but strong
Skin type: Rough, almost leathery
Hair style: Completely hairless
Scars: Not notably scarred
Tattoos: None visible
Colouring:
- [b]Hair:[/b] N/A [b]Eyes:[/b] Green [b]Skin:[/b] Just a touch above milk-pale [/li]
Alignment: Neutral Good
Philosophy: Preserve life, but root out those things which are inimical to life. Peace where peace can flourish, the sword where violence is the only answer.
Deity/Beliefs: Atheist
Personality:
Quorrit tends to be stoic, maintaining a facade of indifferance, even emotionlessness. This is more a defense mechanism, however. Often quiet, contemplative, he seldom speaks unless he feels there is something to be said...though of late he tends to take part in the frivolous banter in the market. There is in him a strong desire to do good, balanced by wariness. Quorrit knows full well he is not particularly clever and fears being taken advantage of. Mages in particular he is leery of, and anyone he deems to be seeking power for the sake of power. He also equates deities with Athasian sorcerer-kings, considering them little more than powerful and destructive humans who have achieved immortality, most likely through the suffering of the innocent.
Additional Information
Gear: Typically armed with a longsword, or several, heavy plate when he expects to need it.
Jewelry: A disk-shaped amulet of ceramic, engraved with illegible runes
Habits/hobbies: Quorrit secretly enjoys cultivating plants.
General Health: Seems to be in perfect health
Favorite Drink: Water or tea
Weaknesses: Quorrit is not a leader. Very, very not a leader. While he has the capability and charisma to be a leader, he lacks the confidence in his own decision-making skills to take advantage of it.
He is also often blinded by his predjudices. Planar creatures are suspect by their very nature, to his way of thinking, and those born of unions with them and "normal" mortals still bear watching.
Quorrit is only semi-literate, the written word having a fairly poor reputation among Athasians. He is deeply self-concious of this, even going so far as to lie, claiming that the local dialect uses an unfamiliar alphabet with which he is unfamiliar.