Radmor Durnoil

[Chazzler]

Full Name: Radmor Durnoil
Age: 25
Class: Fighter
Race: Human
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Deity:

Bio / Description:
Born in Fort Velensk, as the son of a two merchants of whom he wishes not to speak of. His rough childhood as being bullied and being a bully
lead to a short guard training and duties in his parents' warehouse. He did not hold this steady and nicely paying job in high standards, and
after harshly breaking the ties with his parents, he left to be a mercenary.
And in Port Hampshire, he heard tales from an old grizzled, and drunkend dwarf of possible work being in Hlint, having heard this, gave the dwarf
a coin and left towards north as a guardsman in a caravan.
He likes to support goodness, but is certainly not a do-gooder, and is much more possibly giving aid if given a promise of payment. But he neither
does not like the people who would just rob and kill for their livelihood, instead of doing honest work. He has no heart-aches for slaying
monsters for their gold, or for hunting animals for their meat and furs.
He has no particular religion, as he never has leant an ear to such speeches, but he does believe that the deities exist, how else could the
clerics cast their spells, as they are not mages.
His heart is not very open for love, as he believes he is (and he is) not so very attractive a person. His manners are mostly crude, and he is
not that very well spoken either. and to add to that he does not have very good looks either.
He is sturdily built, with long greasy black hair, his face is grim and determined most of the time. He has not set particular goals for his life,
and wishes to live as a free sword for those who would pay him. He is not a fool though, even if his unkempt exterior might so imply, but is a
rather cunning young man who would not rush to his death for a fools quest.

[Leanthar]

Approved.