James Aberkson

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Personality:

At first glance, James seems like a typical man of the wilds. Communicating through a complicated series of grunts, growls, and nose whistles, his normally silent nature lacks the agile mystique of most rangers. He acts and thinks in a very slow manner, mulling over almost any task or concept. This general sloveny manner passes off to most people as a symbol of idiocy, and combined with the fact he wears the local wildlife copiously, he gives off the vibe of as low brow of a man as one could possibly imagine.

In reality, James is actually quite intelligent. While far from genius, he is far from being stupid also. His mind functions like peat: slow burning, very smoky, and actually quite useful. It may take a long while to come to a decision, but that one decision would be well thought out and considered. Very slow to react, his lack of initiative is more of a reflection of a central element of his beliefs: Think first, consider second, rethink it third, and act fourth. As such, he avoids surprises, as surprises tend to skip the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd step for the 4th.

Outside his smarts, though, the assumptions of his brutish and uncivilized nature is mostly accurate. He chooses to remain outside the need of being social except for necessity. Experienced enough in small groups to intuit this necessity, he comes across as some sort of swooping rock. He remains some mossy, quiet lump of misshapen clay, until something important happens. A few minutes after the initial event, he swoops in with some short grunting phrase, possibly with a nose whistle or two. And then he doesn't leave until he is assured that what needs to be is done.

Appearance:

James looks and acts very much like a dour barbarian. Stout chested and tall, he is definately hefty hefty instead of a wimpy wimpy. Upon his skull rests a thick mane of ash-blond hair. While short in the front to clear his eyes, the rest trickles down in the back, pooling in twig-filled clumps around his neck. His hair is what would be considered deep in the future as a big blond mullet, and would have been popular with the likes of David Bowie, Mauguyver, and Carlos Ray Norris. However, as such trendsetters do not and will not exist in the universe, it can merely be described as tasteless, unsightly, and unfashionable. The addition of what can be guessed as soot, twigs, and moss doesn't help his cause, either.

His beard is of a similar state; long, wiry, and infested with a variety of plant and animal life. It is like a large furry parasite latched upon his lips, enduring an endless battle with the creature resting on top of the man's head. The mullet beast is simply there to defend its children. Yes, those large bushy eyebrows of dark grey that sit between the beard beast and the mullet matron, leaving the only truly naked features to be that stubby nose and those far-too-focused eyes. From those two elements, however, is his entire personality. The leathery nose constantly whistles in some almost meaningful way, and the dim hazel eyes blink exactly 9 times a minute. Beneath the beard pokes a few owl feathers and talons, attached to some leather rope to form some memento-style necklace.

Upon his body lies what is commonly anything James can find in the local wildlife. Emphasis on 'anything.' A chain shirt is partially hidden under strips of hide from some poor local creatures. Where the armor pierces through shows a dull and oily sheen of steel. Smelling very much like a cross between muskrat and elderberries, the rich aroma of skunk and cat urine lingers daintly around the large man. Interestingly, they do not seem to make any sort of clinking noise, showing a strange element of stealth in the huge man. His pants are not-technically large series of pot roasts stacked on top of each other, and wrapped with animal skins and moss to hold their shape. However, there is a barely noticable reference to David Bowie's role in Labrinyth that most intelligent creatures would care not to witness.

Usually equipped to his right arm is massive wooden shield. Actually, the item looks less like a shield but more like a stump that grew into the general shape of a shield before it was harvested by a group of lazy feyfolk and sold to the first dumb barbarian they could find. Twisted and black, it is covered with knobs and knots. Starting fairly symmetrical and well crafted at the top, it slowly seems to melt into a natural state towards the bottom. The shield has a leather strip stretched vertically across the center of it. In the dead center is painted in rust is what seems to be the deformed head of a bull. Above and below it are patterns of triangles, done in blue. A solid band of purple is painted on the far ends of the strip, completely the crude decoration. Small tassels and banner trail the bottom of the large wooden thing, giving it some air of sentimental value, though exactly what that is remains a secret of James.

Going to the left arm and hip, there lies a series of small axes. A small leather sheath for a hand axe is strapped to the actually tasteful-looking bronze belt, along with a few straps for the throwing axes. The Hand axe itself is of greater notablity than James Aberkson, at least on a visual level. The handle is made of two boards of high-quality ash, wrapped with a sharkhide grip. Between these two boards in a blue crystal shaft. This crystal expands to the axe head, creating an unusually board edge. Ornate and alien symbols are scattered across the axe head, though two burn marks are etched into the wood. The race of its maker's is not obvious at first glance, nor does it give any hints on its origins.

The periphery is not unusual for a barbarian. Heavy studded leather gloves cover both hands, leaving only calloused fingertips open. Not only a massive pack, but a quiver and a bowsheath rests on his back under a rogue hairstyle. Beneath all four is a dull grey cloak of limited interest and a hood that actively does not seem to try and capture the wild hair. Heavy boots are equipped where boots are meant for walking. And that is just what they'll do. But instead of walking over you some day, they are quite quiet and almost seem bouncy. For a man that looks as much like Tigger as Samuel L Jackson looks like Carrot Top, this can be unnerving. In summary, this man looks and smells like a giant drunk santa clone that became a viking in his youth before becoming a crazy cat lady.

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