Sullie

[*Sapper_Woody]

Basic Information
Name: Sullie (Last Name to be found out in RP)
Aliases: None yet.
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Dragon-Blooded
Age: 35
Profession: Former Amnish Soldier
Languages: (Find out in RP)
Accent: Definitely from Amn

Physical Information
Height: 6'1" (185.5cm)
Weight: 230lbs (104kgs)
Body build: Muscular. Slightly less tone than he had ten years ago.
Skin type: Smooth, light tan
Hair style: Neatly trimmed, short on top
Scars: One scar on his face, from above his right eye, crossing over his eye to his right cheek. His eye is intact.
Tattoos: <None
    Colouring:

• Hair: Jet black, but graying
• Eyes: Green
• Skin: Light Tan

Mental Information
Alignment: Neutral Good
Philosophy: "There's no destiny. Only order and chaos. Life throws Chaos at you. Order is what you do with it."
Deity/Beliefs: Sullie is a Helmite. He is not a strict practitioner, but does believe in justice.
    Personality
Militaristic and disciplined
Speaks with Authority
Likes to have fun, but usually watches antics rather than participating in them


Additional Information
Gear: Uses full-plate armor. Prefers a greatsword, but switches to longsword/shield when needed.
Jewelry: None noticeable.
Habbits/hobbies: He enjoys a pipe on occasion, but rarely smokes it in front of people.
General Health: As of this writing, he is in good health, but trying to get back into fighting shape.
Favorite Drink: He enjoys a good tea when in public. In private, Bourbon is his go-to drink.
Weaknesses: (RP to find out!)

[*Sapper_Woody]

Prologue

   "Stop, thief!" he heard the woman yell. He was sitting at dinner, but he couldn't help but feel the call of his duty and look up a the evident purse snatcher running for the door. He hopped into the guy's way, and a scuffle ensued. Sullie was getting the upper hand when the man twisted in a weird way. He was about to get away, and all Sullie could do was shove the man. So he did, out the window of the restaurant. Sullie saw the man groggily getting back up, and jumped out the window after him.

   … and he landed in Sigil.

[*Sapper_Woody]

The cutting. The pain. The torture. He couldn't get away, strapped to the table. The cutting. Over and over, knives into his abdomen, his chest, his arms. The pain. The blades seared into his body, each burning with pain. The torture. Each cut healed, so that they could begin again.

"We'll make you so ugly that no woman ever wants you!" the dirty orc spat in his face, before cutting his face.
He laughed at the orc. "Scars are sexy!"

The orc grinned evilly, as a priestess came into the room with some more cutting utensils. "Then... we'll make you totally undesirable in other ways...."

As the blade neared him, he screamed, jumping up from his bed in Chirper's. His breath ragged, he looked around. It took him several minutes to realize where he was. He was safe. He wasn't back there. He made it out. He instinctively reached down to check himself. Yes... all parts of him were accounted for. He settled back in, trying to sleep, though he knew sleep wouldn't come. He only hoped that he hadn't awakened Mackenzie in the next room with his sudden outbursts.

He laid there until morning, where he met Mackenzie for their usual coffee. She noticed he hadn't slept. He told her he couldn't sleep because he wasn't quite used to Sigil yet. He felt horrible for lying to her. But he wasn't about to tell her the truth. Not yet.