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Colt

Colt "Traveler" | means young horse | mercenary♂

basics

role: mercenary
age: early 20s
birthday: November 22
mental: overconfident, quick-thinking, enormously lucky
physical: slightly tall, athletic, skin like raw green umber, long dishwater blond hair worn plaited or in a messy bun, brown eyes. Fine, dark-tipped venomous spines run all along his scalp and lie buried under his hair, though a small cluster peeks through his bangs.
height: 5'9
style: supple leather tunics or coats, dots of kohl under his eyes
residence: nowhere in particular
likes: naive girls, praise, standing out
dislikes: empty space, hanging around one place for too long, people who are very similar to himself
notes: His poison is enough to deeply sting and numb most creatures he interacts with. He collects it for different purposes sometimes. He is an atheist.

story

A home planet is an alien concept and sounds so small. Traveler's heart is overwhelmed with a desire to see and try everything out there, and he is wary to settle on any one thing for long. He has a tendency to exaggerate his skills, experience, and stories, but he delivers on his promises somehow, even if by freak luck. He is nothing but confident in himself, even cocky.

His people were dispersed far and wide long ago and barely any have survived to today. Traveler has been a vagrant, allowing mentors to take him in and employers to hire him for merc work since he was 13. He revels in the attention being a Sanctum gets and meeting others like him would only dilute the mystery of himself.

It is a rare day he comes across any companionship or treasure that binds him, though he carries a few regrets. Long, silent periods of void dominate his decade of vagrant movement through the star system, and he has gone through homelessness and starvation in cycles, but his account for others is nothing but reckless adventure and reward.

He has a weakness for naive girls and has had countless surrogate girlfriends he has cared for or defended for a weekend here or an hour there before disappearing without a name. But his previous boss drove him crazy, though it wasn't exactly reciprocated because of the strict regulations for her people.

Hello Traveler, novel in progress

Whose Game Are We Playing?, an rp with way too many people involved so I dipped out early haha

description

Traveler is tall and athletic with eyes and skin like raw green umber that almost matches his supple leather coat and leggings. His hair is dishwater blond and is always hastily tied into a bun or messy plait. Fine, dark-tipped venomous spines run all along his scalp and lie buried under his hair, though a small cluster peeks through his bangs. He wears dots of kohl under his eyes as a custom he learned from an old mentor.