Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-25828117-20170608080323

Apollo42 wrote:

"You look awful bored." The Forsword handmaiden said, sitting down next to Olren. "What's your name?" The young boy looked up, surprised by this lady he didn't really know.

"Oh err..." He stammered at first.

"Olren. But people usually call me Ollie."

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Name: Olren (Ollie)

Race: Imperial

Gender: male

Age: 13

Class: commoner still with no real skills.

Weapons: a potato knife, so basically nothing.

Armour: none

Appearance: ''A young boy with wavy dark auburn hair that just reaches above his hazel eyes. A face still covered in freckles but mostly across his nose and below his eyes. A round face like most children. He didn't look sickly or malnourished. Simply dirty and lowborn. He wears a brown tunic that's fastened around his waist with rope. Almost like a monk. He wears even darker brown pants and bound sandals.''

Backstory: ''Ollie was born in the fisher's district of New Imperia. And although poor and uneducated, he didn't turn to petty crime like so many other street urchins do. Instead when both his parents died he was put to work as a kitchen scullion and errand boy at the Royal Palace with his Uncle who worked there as a cook. Sadly this uncle recently passed away, leaving Olren without any guardians.''

''The young lad decided that he would make something of himself rather than die a low commoner working in the cellars of an uncaring elite. And the perfect opportunity struck when he overheard of imminent foul play on the wedding day, as he delivered fresh towels around the castle. He would save those he could and perhaps then out of gratitude, these people would guide him to a better life. He hoped.''