RE: Villagers
03-26-2013, 04:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-26-2013, 04:03 AM by SleepingOrange.)
Name: Quelsh Agarikon
Gender: Male
Race: Fungus
Skill: Agriculture
Flaw/Fear/Negative: Naivete
---Quelsh, simply put, does not know how the world works. He's grown up in relative isolation, raised more on stories and daydreams than experience and wisdom; he thinks the world works like a fairy tale if you try your hardest, and he imagines himself to be the hero in his own story.
Backstory:
---Oldest son of the youngest crop of Agarikons, Quelsh has always shown promise in the family's traditional profession. He can grow vast swathes of nutritious plants and molds, shear sheep with the best of them, amend any amount of soil, and milk until the cows come home (although even he's not sure how that last one's supposed to work. Quelsh is a farmer, not a poet). Still, as good at it as he was, it never seemed fulfilling; he always admired the legions of guards that protected the township from hordes of spined frillwurms and ravenous growlbacks, and even moreso he daydreamed about the great Fungus settlers of the past who carved today's townships out of the great untamed wildernesses of the world.
As he got older, he did his best to train where he could with weapons and navigational equipment and the various tools of the explorer's trade, but the farm always came first, and his family always needed him. He probably won't behead himself in a fight and knows the moss grows on the north side of trees (or is it the south? one of those sides, probably), but at heart he's a farmboy, not a ranger.
That didn't stop him from packing a bindle and heading out into the wide world at his first adult opportunity, though; a passing group of travellers seemed like the perfect opportunity to sate his wanderlust, filled with promise of a new settlement and a new life. The future held untold promise.
Until they realized what a pie-in-the-sky kid at heart he was, at least, and ditched him at the first tavern. But for Quelsh, it was too late to go back; he started looking for another group of like-minded settlers-to-be, and this time, he's sure it'll work out.
Gender: Male
Race: Fungus
Skill: Agriculture
Flaw/Fear/Negative: Naivete
---Quelsh, simply put, does not know how the world works. He's grown up in relative isolation, raised more on stories and daydreams than experience and wisdom; he thinks the world works like a fairy tale if you try your hardest, and he imagines himself to be the hero in his own story.
Backstory:
---Oldest son of the youngest crop of Agarikons, Quelsh has always shown promise in the family's traditional profession. He can grow vast swathes of nutritious plants and molds, shear sheep with the best of them, amend any amount of soil, and milk until the cows come home (although even he's not sure how that last one's supposed to work. Quelsh is a farmer, not a poet). Still, as good at it as he was, it never seemed fulfilling; he always admired the legions of guards that protected the township from hordes of spined frillwurms and ravenous growlbacks, and even moreso he daydreamed about the great Fungus settlers of the past who carved today's townships out of the great untamed wildernesses of the world.
As he got older, he did his best to train where he could with weapons and navigational equipment and the various tools of the explorer's trade, but the farm always came first, and his family always needed him. He probably won't behead himself in a fight and knows the moss grows on the north side of trees (or is it the south? one of those sides, probably), but at heart he's a farmboy, not a ranger.
That didn't stop him from packing a bindle and heading out into the wide world at his first adult opportunity, though; a passing group of travellers seemed like the perfect opportunity to sate his wanderlust, filled with promise of a new settlement and a new life. The future held untold promise.
Until they realized what a pie-in-the-sky kid at heart he was, at least, and ditched him at the first tavern. But for Quelsh, it was too late to go back; he started looking for another group of like-minded settlers-to-be, and this time, he's sure it'll work out.