Trill

 no picture available

Name of Writer: Teresa Kuhl


Target Realm: HS

Sex: Male

Age: Uncertain- low 20s possibly

Race: Human

Height: 5' 6" (give or take- he's never had a real
physical except when he was being hauled to jail-
which doesn't count)

Weight: Maybe 135 pounds at most. He hasn't eaten well
for most of his life.

Voice: None- explanation following

Hair Color: raven black. Perhaps shoulder length and
extremely curly

Eye Color: very dark brown to black

Complexion: fair, at least under the dirt and tan

Build: Slender to skinny. But it's all bone and wire.

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars/Birthmarks: multiple scars all
over, but most are not really notable. The major
exception is a horrendous scar at his throat.

Sexual Preference: straight

Fantasy: to be able to actually get off the streets
and make a decent living without stealing

Strengths: extremely talented musician (his instrument
of choice is the pan pipes), ferocious will to
survive. Not afraid to fight dirty when he has to.
Frightfully intelligent though not many would guess,
very demanding of himself when there is a goal to be
met.

Weaknesses: More than a bit crowd-shy and actually
taking his instrument from him will physically hurt
him.

Odd Quirks (if applicable): Unable to speak

Personality: Not a very trusting soul, he none the
less is fiercely loyal to the people he considers his
friends. In spite of the hard street life though, he
can be sensitive un der that hard shell.

Hobbies: playing his pipes

Skills: musical talent (with his pipes at least), some
practice as a thief

Magic (if applicable): bardic magic. Can inspire
emotion beyond what is normal, when pressed can use
his music for physical effects though it can drain him
badly (IE a sick person will feel better and sometimes
even BE better)

Weapons (if applicable): He does have a switch-blade
but prefers not to use it. Has been a street-fighter
before, when his life was at stake

Occupation: thief (pickpocket or shop-lifting),
musician sometimes

Background History: 
When he was perhaps 4 years old, a
gang came upon him and his parents, cutting them up
badly in the name of sport. The parents died and Trill
should have. But some kindly soul found him first and
got him to the hospital so he could be stitched up.
After bumping around the foster parent system for a
while he decided he had had enough a nd ran. It was an
easy choice, given how the 'parents' made no secret of
the fact that they were just keeping him for the
money. Needless to say, he learned to survive on the
streets. He did manage to avoid getting mixed up with
booze and drugs, though he was no stranger to the
effects. Once in a while he was even given work where
he might earn a bit of money or some food. These days
he drifts more or less aimlessly. 


   

Back            
        

Game copyright�2002

Character copyright�2005