Excellent! I'll just leave this here then~
Name: Morr Raksha
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race: Altin
Appearance: Though certainly not a trained warrior, Morr is possessed of a lithe frame typical of one who has spent much of his time swimming or running about, and his coastal heritage is evident in the almost waxy texture of his coarse, sandy-colored fur. Black stripes pattern his fur from head to toe, save for his cream-toned belly, which is spotted, and create natural dark markings around his vibrant golden eyes. Long, tufted ears protrude above a mess of short black hair, twitching this way and that like he's constantly listening for something, and his long tail twitches almost as much, its white tip almost like a distracting bauble on a string if you stare at it too long. He's shorter than most males, standing at just 5'5", but for all of his unassuming appearance and lack of martial skills, he is quite cunning.
Starting Item: A medium-sized, weighted net.
Skills: Having grown up as the son of a fisherman, Morr's pretty skilled with nets and harpooning fish, though he's never used either tool to fight. He's an adept swimmer and quite athletic because of his love of the water, and boasts a good deal of stamina which allows him to outrun pursuers from time to time (though, that clearly wasn't the case here). He is also familiar with Common, though not as much as some, and is pretty good at 'throwing' his voice.
Personality: A curious (and somewhat nosy) young man, Morr has always dreamed of adventure across the sea. Perhaps it was his grandfather's sagely influence, or maybe something about growing up by the deep sea, but a certain maturity lies beneath a normally youthful and optimistic demeanor, giving way to a quiet individual who doesn't speak much and listens most. Because of this, he's a rather quick learner, but that hasn't undone his childish naivete nor his penchance for getting into trouble--something he runs into often enough that some might say he likes it, if only to quell the boredom in his adventure-yearning heart. His knack for mischief has also made Morr into a bit of a liar--though by no means silver-tongued, he's a quick-thinker and has a habit of manipulating the truth in favor of making himself look good.
History/Bio: Born and raised in a fisherman's village on the coast of Maenora, Morr has spent his whole life surrounded by sea and trade, growing up on tales of the world beyond his home. His father was a fisherman and crabtrapper, who netted the occasional pearl-bearing clam, and his mother was the merchant who sold these goods. Though his home was not nearly as large and robust as some of the other trade cities, it was rapidly growing, and the influx of new arrivals made for plenty of new friends and stories. And because of the growth, Morr's family was never in want for the things they needed. He grew up a relatively normal life, the only strife being that which children normally share with their parents as the proverbial need to leave the nest kicks in. But it was this exact growth and comfortable living that left him unprepared for the harsher side of the real world, when strange merchants came to his home, looking for "goods" to "purchase". . . .
Ech, sorry if it sucks D: I hope this is all right!
