Name: Atlas
Sex: Male
Concept: Despite his name, he's cursed with the worse sense of directions EVER. But luckily he's a man with muliple of skills! A jack-of-all-trades is he! And his especially amazing cooking and sword skills definitely makes up his lack of directions!
Appearance:
Equipment: A messenger bag that contains his cooking supplies and tools. Along with a journal and pencils/pens to write in to keep him from going insane. And a dagger for safety.
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Atlas grunt and groaned as he dragged his feet across the deserted land, searching far and wide for the camp. This was probably the fifth time he got lost... today! And honestly, he only had taken, like, three steps away from the area and-poof! It was like he had teleported and gone off in his own world!
"Why does this always happen to me?!" he yelped and sobbed as he came to a complete stop and drop to his knees. "Why can't I just NOT be lost for once in my life?!"
Feeling hopeless and utterly lost, Atlas dropped onto his side like a rag doll and simply laid on the ground, motionless. He was sobbing to himself from his unfortunate trait but prayed loudly for someone to find him.
"PLEASE," he began to scream. "SOMEONE HELP ME. I'M COMPLETELY LOST... AGAIN!"