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Real Name: Robert Richardson
Y! Profile: berryranger
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Name: Berry
Age: 96
Birth Year: NRC 430
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Common Elf, Half-human
Homeland: Born in Alanian village, but her true home is the wilds of Alania
Physical Description: Feral and lean from a wild life, Berry is not one to go unnoticed. Her tiny frame holds surprising strength and honed agility. Her brilliant green eyes reflect the mountain wilderness where she spent so many decades and her face wears a constant sneer of cynicism and contempt towards civilization. However, once back in her element she springs to life and with grace. Berry's hair is deep black and trailing down her back in a braid.
Clothing and Armor: Simple and roughly made common clothes of a green tunic and dark gray leggings. Well worn leather boots, a leather jacket and a dark gray woolen cloak round it all out.
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 106lbs
Build: Slight
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brilliant green
Skin Tone: Milky pale
Class: Ranger
Occupation: "Default" Ranger
Weapons: Short spear, dagger, throwing stones
Armor: Leather vest
Items: Hammock, russack, flute and whatever other bric-a-brac she has picked up.
Magic System: Shamanist
Shamanist Level: 2
Special Summons: None
Magic Items: None
Enchantments: None
Special Abilities: Survival Skills
History: It began with declarations of love (but really it was lust... ok, maybe some of it was love) and the couple breathed desperate promises and eternal devotion. Eternal in the sense of several weeks of clandestine meetings and occasional tumbles in the hay. Then he wandered off, claiming that his elven blood called him back to the wilds and on to adventure. She didn’t even tell him she was going to have his child.
Fast forward and her life proves to be unremarkable to anyone not directly involved. Some tension about the bastard half-blood, but not an unbearable amount. She learned to play the flute and can nearly read and write, but not much. She had her friends (not many), her enemies (even less) and many who were inconsequential.
Then one day she was done. It didn’t make sense to her why but she was fed up with all the stupid little games of so called “Life”: all the lies, all the ploys, all the stupid things that never made sense. She packed a bedroll, a change of clothes and a knife in a russack. Topped it off with some food and grabbed her little wooden flute as she went out the door. She worked at a farm for a bit, then with a woodcutter and finally made the plunge and walked into the woods, not intending to come back out.
She came out a week later, tired, hungry and defeated. But a month later she went back in. And back out. Each time she learned where she went wrong and on the third time she went in, she stayed. Contempt for “civilized” life was a strong motivator. She learned and she lived and was generally quite content. There weren’t as many lies out in the wilds. Things were pretty much at face value once you knew how to look at them. Life was good for several years. Good, not great. There was something still missing.
One autumn, she came across a small group of bedraggled soldiers stumbling through. She had been hearing them all afternoon, stomping like cattle and as clumsy as... humans. She stood on their path until they noticed her to which the leader cried, “Hurray! A ranger to show us through these accursed wilds! We’re saved!” She never thought of herself as a ranger, it had never even crossed her mind, but she figured it was better to play along and get these hapless fools out before them got themselves killed.
So Berry was a ranger now, more by default than by any urge to guide lost souls through the wilderness, but a ranger, nonetheless. She was suprised, however. Having this...label, as it were, gave her what she was missing. It gave her something to do besides meandering through the woods. She had purpose now. Ranger. Protect those in the woods, and the woods themselves.
Personality: Quiet and much too serious for anyone with elf-blood. However, for as dour and cynical as she tries to appear, she is remarkably naive from having spent so much of her life in the wilds. It is through that her elven side manifests for she is intensely curious, particularly towards new creatures. Really has no concept of “civilized” endevors such as lying and status. Social subtly frequently eludes her. She is a quintessential pragmatist, spends most of her time thinking in terms of survival basics such as food and has little tolerance for the self glorifying behavior and foolish games most people play. Ultimately, Berry is generally a kind person and will offer help to those in need as long as it won't cause her too much trouble. She has no qualms of leaving people to fend for themselves if they irritate her, strongly believing that people don't take responsibility for their own action enough.
The mention of a fantastic creature will grab her attention and she will beg for details or even, sometimes foolishly, make her way off to see for herself. Her true love is for the natural world. Cruelty and senseless sport-killing have no place for her nor does fighting against the natural changing of events all of which may bring her to the point of rage. When she’s anxious or nervous she tends to fuss with the tips of her ears.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Quotes: "I dunno. It'll either cure you or make you projectile vomit and hallucinate for three days. Lemme know how it turns out." "Oo, grubs! Yummy! Remember, ya gotta pinch the heads off before you eat them. Food that bites back isn't fun."