Hey there, I'd love to throw down my name into the hat if there is any additional room. If not, I'd be glad to wait list if there is a no-show. Cheers! Name: Gustaf Kovolsk Race/Class/Alignment: Human (Damaran) Ranger (Hunter Archetype), Neutral Good Background: A lean-figured human in his late twenties garbed from head to toe in old faded leather armor. Animal furs of various earthy hues wring his sleeves and collar. His strong featured face is framed by a mane of dark brown hair and a thick growth of blackish brown beard. His piercing chestnut brown eyes glitter and take in his surroundings with careful, measured glances. His skin is tanned from many years outdoors under the sun, but is smooth and generally clean. He carries himself with dignity and confidence, his head held high and a subtle smile on his lips beneath his britstling mustache. Soft doeskin boots on his feet appear to have seen countless miles and better days. Over his shoulder is slung a finely tooled leather quiver and well-crafted longbow. Gustaf was always the adventurous sort. Sixth son of two dairy farmers, Gustaf toiled at a young age to keep up with the work given to him around the farmstead. When the other children would retire for the evening after supper, Gustaf would often slip out into the night to explore the surrounding countryside, attempting to travel further and further every time - just to glimpse the wide world that remained an inviting secret to him. His elder siblings had the farm well-in-hand by the time of Gustaf's coming of age, so he set off into the wilderness to see what the world had to offer. Traveling on foot from hamlet to village, Gustaf's experience with the untamed lands between came to him quickly and naturally. He delighted in leaving the towns behind to set off into deeper and thicker forests, the crunching of leaves under his feet a welcoming sound. After nearly a decade of globe-trotting, Gustaf's home is the wilds, and his appearance reflects that; Shaggy dark brown hair with a thick growth of beard on his tanned skin and patched and worn leathers crafted from animal hides and furs. He still stops off in towns from time-to-time, but only to gain some information on some distant land or breathtaking vista that he has yet to see. Once that destination (real or not) is in mind, he sets off again into the horizon, ignoring roads and other man-made landmarks that might spoil the adventure for him. With bare earth, grass, or leaves beneath his boots and the sun ever on his face, Gustaf is rarely without a smile.
