Forrest Curry

== Description ==
Forrest Curry is a Private in the Royal Kitarean Army - under the 39th Royal Arquebusier Company. Forrest stands at a lowly 5'6, built lean and skinny. Unlike most standard crown-levied musketeers - he is not equipped with a cuirass, or even a matchlock. Instead, only being armed with a hand axe and slogging a hefty wooden lute around. He is often giddy and childish - often regarded by his compatriots as irritating and rage-inducing. This is also partly contributed to by his mental ails - including a minor form of Oingo Boingo, as well as Mindwilt. 
== Backstory ==
Around a year before his conscription into the Royal Army, Forrest had been going through his daily routine of purposely acting batshit stupid in public, (totally as a joke, he definitely *isn't* mentally ill whatsoever.) when he stumbled across a grove of "ethereal ass shrooms" and decided the best course of action was to steal them out of the ground, and then try eating some of it later at his parents' house. He promptly began seizing around and frothing at the mouth - his mind being forever scarred to the point of no return by the time he had awoken. Day after day, he would jump around his house screaming incoherent 'mindwilt' words and phrases such as 'skibidi' or 'sigma' or even 'gyattebayo.' After a week, his parents literally could not take it anymore and crashed tf out, booting him out of their house and told never to return. 
With nowhere else left to go, he skedaddled, and took a trip around Coquello, gathering a couple of his close friends and heading off to the closest conscription office. After a *very* short evaluation by the conscription officers, he was designated to be requisitioned his gear and assigned to the 39th, a 'perfect fit' for him and his pals.
== Notable Weapons/Abilties ==
* He, seemingly, has at least somewhat of an awareness of the world beyond this plane as he often - whether he understands what they mean or not, makes vague references to real events. 
* He plays the lute and is actually somewhat decent at such. Not even close, of course, to the likes of a real bard or respected court musician. Nonetheless, his compatriots appreciate that he has *some* kind of talent other than spouting 'what the sigma'
== Extra(s) ==
* Oddly enough, the combat engineer of his unit, Rémy Pascal, has a nigh identical haircut to Forrest. This has resulted in frequent inside jokes of the two men being 'twins' or 'doppelgangers' of each other.