Introducing Verslawtheyrn Name: Verslawtheyrn Pronounciation (and etymology): vur-slow-theyrn, (Meaning king of fools, lit. king/emperor over slow, derived from Old English and Ancient Celtic.) Age: 22 Sex: Male Race: Human Preferred weapon(s): Anything big and simple will do just fine. But feels most in home with bare fists. Can't handle any bows and only likely projectail weapon would be throwing big rocks. Appearance: Huge muscular, blue eyed and yellow haired man. Always smiling, shouldn't come off as aggressive guy. Looks like a simple fellow, but scary because of his size. Pesonality: A rather simple fellow who luckily has a power and size advantage in combat situations. He's wandering the wilds because his dad sent him off of their farm after Verslawtheyrns mother died. Verslawtheyrn was too "special" to understand how to work in a farm. He is kind and easily persuaded. He believes that everyone is good deep down in their soul and that goodness just has to be dug up by a friend. If he someday manages to get a friend he is a trustworthy partner and does anything to protect his friends.
