Christof
| Christof | |
|---|---|
| General Information | |
| Full Name: | Christof Kennedy |
| Race: | Human |
| Gender: | Male |
| Age: | 42 |
| Date of Birth: | 42 years ago. In the spring. |
| Country of Origin: | Aslar. |
| Appearance | |
| Hair Color: | Brown - but some gray. |
| Eye Color: | Brown. |
| Height: | 6’2” |
| Weight: | 215lbs |
| Additional Information | |
| Aliases: | Chris or Kennedy |
| Religion: | General disdain for the Gods - not a disbeliever. |
| Creed: | Trust me |
| Occupation: | Self defence instructor |
| Income: | Barely scraping by |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Player: | Chris |
Biography
He always had the life of luxury in his youth. He was taught to dance, to sing, even to fight, all at an early age. A true renaissance man, as they would say. His story doesn’t end as happily as it started.
A long time ago, Christof was convicted of murder and was forced to flee his home nation of Aslar.
He doesn’t talk about it much, but the short story is he dove into a situation with little concept of consequences and it turned violent. Three people lost their lives in what can only be described as a fist fight, thanks to Christof’s training. The fatal turn could’ve been ruled as a moment of combat, or heroism, but in a small town it became a very dark story. One of the people he ‘snuffed out’ was politically connected, which led to Christof being arrested, sentenced to death, but not before a long stint in the ‘clink’ all with only the most ceremonial of trials. The long story involves his eventual escape from prison, thanks to his friends and well connected family.
He immediately went on the run.
Inevitably, he got used to hanging with thieves, or other miscreants. Anyone he could use to get himself a little further from the noose became an asset. He wasn’t a sociopath, of course, he simply learned how to befriend people on the wrong side of the law. He was an outlaw. He learnt how to chat with disreputable folk, becoming fluent in “Thieves Cant” as well as other slang terms that most law-abiding folk don’t know.
His fists earned him a reputation in a few small towns. He did ‘one-time’ gigs as an guard or even an enforcer, but he never stuck with anything long term as he always felt the shadow of his sins were on his heels. At one point he even had the displeasure of being possessed by a demon, which left him with a partial ability to resist mind control, but also resists healing magics.
He’s grown a little more ‘reputable’ in his old age. For years he ran with ‘tough crowds’ and learned the trade of a thief, but it was never his real calling. His strong stature and ability to fight always seemed to end him up in the wrong room full of the wrong sort of people, but he never really felt at ease. He ended up working for a gnomish inventor, and he took to the ‘technical’ trade quite naturally. It was his first honest job (although he was paid under the table). Typically, he would reshape brass, or tweak an odd invention, but he was adept at ‘tinkering.’
When his mentor passed away, Christof was left somewhat aimless. He only had 2 skills. Fighting and fixing.
He turned the former into a career.
Although he doesn’t earn much, he runs a little dojo out of his apartment in the Red Lantern district. His class is mostly women and children, but he teaches them all how to defend themselves.
Oh, it’s worth mentioning, he earned a reputation as a “bard.” He didn’t mean to do so, he was just singing to himself and someone threw him a coin. The locals started to chat about it, and … he ended up being called a bard.
Personality
Chris is a cad. A jerk. He’s been labelled as a ‘crooner’ or even a ‘loverboy’ although he never sought any of these definitions. Frankly, he’s a bit of a chuckler, and always boisterous. He can be a bit gruff when he’s sober, but when liquor comes out he is among the most jovial citizens of Drache. =Physical Description=There are specs of gray in his hair, but he looks young (for his age). Standing over 6’ with broad shoulders he looks like he could be a bruiser, but his somewhat soft features can be disarming.
Abilities & Skills
Mundane Skills
He can drink with dwarves. That says a lot.
Magic Skills
Zero. In fact, he has a small amount of disdain for sorcery.
Due to a bit of a ‘tainted’ feature in his blood, his body resists holy or healing magic. The same taint makes him equally resistant to mental control. It’s about 50/50 if either sort of magic will be effective on him. When it doesn’t work, anyone trying to communicate with him mentally will feel an odd static feedback, though he is none the wiser. He cannot control this.
Equipment
Weapons
Small knife on his hip - very visible.
What he does often hide (though he doesn’t wear them every day) are a pair of bars, concealed in a pair of wrist sheaths that look very much like bracers. With a flick of a wrist he can drop a pair of bars into his hands when he wears these, and they not only make his punches carry more weight, but they eliminate any compression in his hand. The result is his fists feeling like clubs if he’s holding them. It’s not a powerful weapon in Drache, but it is a weapon.
Armor
Plain clothes
Tools
Often has some pliers or a wrench in his pocket, but nothing epic.
Goals
He doesn’t really have many goals, per se. He mostly wants to stay “under the radar.” At one point he thought he could score a date with Dulcina, but now he just wants to be left alone while running his dojo.