Questa

**Appearance**

I am quite tall for my race, clocking the **ye olde measuring tape** at an even six feet. My brunette hair is tied back in dual-plaid tails that project an air of no-fuss or seriousness. My steely blue eyes can create an awkwardness or a dreamy state, depending on the perception of whom I gaze upon..

**History**

**Childhood**

My parents lived in the prosperous village of Splitwood, which is east of the city Hacklefield, for those that are **geographically challenged**. When the nearby Mount Hotenow erupted, nearly 30 years ago, my parents fled for our lives!

**Early Life**

Our family drifted from village to village around the region, finding work as servants or labourers where we could. I spent the last few years of my life in Hacklefield, which is west of Splitwood, for those who **didn't read the above section**. I was labouring at the busy and bustling docks as a porter or a ship-lackey, but it was quite obvious and evident to all those around me that I was destined for far more greatness than skulking with dock rats, scum and the like. Because, as we all know, **there is no greater hive of scum and villainy** than the Hacklefield Docks.

I stood up to the bullying and abusive ship captain at one stage and the other dockworkers seemed to look up to me from then on. The bullying ship captain said to me, **'You're a slacker! You're father was a slacker too! No MackFleigh ever amounted to anything in the history of Hacklefield'.** I replied, **'Yeah, well history is gonna change!'.**

Some day, some time, in the not too distant future, I will come into my own. I will **(*pause for effect*)**, be a **Hero**!

**Demeanour**

I am a lawfully good character. I stand against evil. I stand against bullies. I protect those who are unable to protect themselves! I fight for Law and Order. I am really nice, once you get to know me.

I always mean well but sometimes, more often than not, my demeanour seems to portray a cloud of suspicion, often ending up in wasted perception rolls!! Sometimes I become quite frustrated with this. Look, **I mean well already!**

**Family**

I am related to my father and my mother through birth. I have no siblings, no step-siblings, no half-siblings nor any sibling bastards.

**Likes/Dislikes**

***Manure, I hate manure!***

I also enjoy long walks on the ye olde beach and sipping **pina-colad-meads** at the local tavern or inn.

Morbid Fear of Lava & General Fear of Heights.

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**Aspirations**

The scarred and burned ruins of Splitwood call to me! (***It's east of Hacklefield already!!!***). My friends and family lived there in prosperity and peace but are now reduced to menial labour in harsh conditions. The ruins are haunted by **Ash Zombies** and rumour has it, that a **Dragon** has made it's lair in the Old Tower (formerly ***The Flaming Dragon Inn*** - ironically). These problems that face Splitwood, only a **Hero** can solve. A **Hero**, who could slay the Dragon (or ask it nicely to vacate to another area, like the Hacklefield Docks) and thus restore Splitwood to it's prosperous past.

I, one day, will prove that I can and will be, this Hero and have a statue erected of me in the town square! Well, that's my long term goal.

My short term goal is to free Splitwood from the Ash Zombies and rumoured Dragon. Also, that ship captain at the docks needs to be taught a lesson!