Sam Oakfield

[Sam Oakfield]

Samuel Oakfield Basic Information Name: Samuel Oakfield Alias: Sam Born: Spring 24th, 494 AV. Age: Eighteen Starting Place: Ravok Character Depth Physical Appearance Height: 5' 8'' Weight: 150 lbs. Body Type: Lean/Naturally Muscular Hair Style: Long, Unkempt hair Hair Colour: Medium Brown Scars: Scarred Forearms Tattoos: N/A Eye Colour: Blue Race: Human Concept Likes - Bravery- - Intelligent People- - Women- - Cold Weather- - Having a Hobby- Dislikes - Arrogance- - Cowardice- - Spicy Food- - Extremely Hot Weather- - Large Crowds- Quirks -Respects women incredibly, almost to the point of treating them like royalty- Creative - Sam is a natural problem-solver. His knack for creativity does help him out from time to time. For example, if he is presented with a practical problem, he will usually end up solving it in a different way to everyone else. A way that seems more straightforward, or just simply more efficient. His creativity does fall short at a certain point however. That point is music. While he likes listening to music, Sam is incredibly horrible at composing it. Tactical thinking is really where Sam shines the most, and is the reason that he shows good potential towards becoming somewhat of a leader one day. Energetic - Sam is also incredibly energetic. Sometimes it seems as if he has unlimited amounts of motivation, which really isn't the case. Most of the time, Sam seems to be up for doing anything, even the most menial of tasks. However, this also transfers over to the workplace. A lot of the time, Sam turns out to be the motivator. Whenever things seem blue around him, Sam has somewhat of a natural talent at cheering people up. Some say it's his charming smile, while others think it's the sharp tongue of his. Determined - Another positive trait that Sam possesses is his determination. Sam isn't the type to be setting many goals for himself, he just wants to have a good life. However, when a goal seemingly does happen to come around, Sam will do his best to reach it. He is not afraid to risk flesh and bone for his cause, even in the dangerous world of Mizahar. The reason for this mindset is his apparent drive to put 100% of himself into everything he does. Life in Mizahar can be incredibly difficult, challenges can sometimes take Sam's mind off things. Stubborn - The most obvious negative trait about Sam is his stubbornness. Sure, the guy is determined, but that can sometimes lead to trouble. When Sam's mind is set on something, it is not always the easiest task to change his opinion. Sam believes that he knows what is best for himself, and that people shouldn't be meddling in his personal matters. Sometimes, Sam can react aggressively towards people that try to change his opinion on a matter that he feels strongly about. Rude - Sam isn't the most sociable of people. He has always struggled to make friends, and no one really knows why. The most believable theory seems to be that the problem sprouts from the way he was raised. Being raised in a group of mercenaries isn't exactly the best childhood, but it had to do. His father was a fighter, and he wished for his son to be one too. The problem with that is, fighters don't usually make many friends. Sam can come across as rude and insensitive, even though he doesn't usually mean to be. Impatient - Sam can be incredibly impatient. Once he finds out about something exciting, it is hard to get him to stop talking about it. He will also find it hard to wait for something, for example an expedition or meeting. This can lead to a very negative impact on his life indeed, as part of surviving in Mizahar is having the ability to wait it out rather than charging in head first. Sam knows about this flaw of his, but so far hasn't made much of an effort to change. Character History History It all began with his troublesome birth... It was the spring of 494 AV. The fields were quiet and the small group of men had gathered into a single hut on that one day. These men were like brothers, and the wife of one of their own was giving birth at that very moment. The birthing so far seemed to be going horribly wrong, the woman was having all sorts of problems. There was no doctor in the group of men, they had to rely on nature. After hours of struggle, the woman managed to give birth. However, as a new life began in the world, another one ended. The woman seemingly died from birthing complications, there was nothing that the men could do. It was a day of cheer and grief alike, they had lost a beloved member of their group, yet gained a new child, that was like a cub waiting to be trained. These men were mercenaries, they travelled around the world and fought for money. They thought it was an honourable job, and it was a shame that many people didn't seem to agree. A child... destined to be a warrior. By the age of 5, Sam was already an accepted member of the mercenary group. Of course, they wouldn't let him go anywhere near a sword, but he was family nevertheless. As the years passed by, the mercenaries gained new members and lost old veterans. Each loss was met with grief, and each arrival was greeted by cheer. Time seemingly flew by, and before he even knew it, Sam was 10 years old. His father decided to teach him the ways of a mercenary, he wouldn't be having any fights any time soon, but it was useful to know a thing or two about fighting. From day to day, Sam would be instructed by his father. He would partake in the camp-fire story-telling, he would go hunting with the men. Sam was now like family to the mercenaries. During the time he spent watching the men, Sam picked up a thing or two about leadership and fighting. His whole lifestyle taught him how to survive without civilisation for weeks at a time. Not as glorious as one would think. By the time Sam was fifteen years old, he would be a full-fledged member of the mercenary group. Sure, he wasn't doing any real fighting or jobs, but he would help out around the camp site, doing all sorts of menial tasks like sharpening blades and whatnot. Every couple of weeks or so, they would have a tournament of sorts. Sam was the youngest in the group, so he never won. Instead, he didn't fight to win. He enjoyed the whole atmosphere of the event, even if he did get scars all over his forearms. As Sam grew older, he began to notice how many people he lost. The people he called friends would die all the time, it was incredibly hard to deal with. He couldn't imagine a different lifestyle from the one he had now, not to mention the pain he would cause himself by leaving his father. He had no choice though, staying in the mercenary group would just lead to more pain... He didn't know how, but he just knew it. Sam would spend weeks planning his escape, he wanted to make it as secret as possible. After weeks of waiting, he would have his chance. The group of mercenaries would stop at Ravok for the night, it was his only chance. Now, or never. Living like a tramp. Sam was sixteen years old, and he had left everything he knew behind, in search for a new life. He didn't know why he left the mercenary group, life was great when he was with them. However, the amount of friends he lost was also great, almost too great to bare. Sam, however, was a tough little nut, and Ravok was a great city to live in. His living conditions after leaving the group were horrible. He would have to last without food for weeks. His clothes were often wet and smelly, yet he still had to wear them seeing as he didn't have anything else. Sometimes, he would come across the ever-so-rare stranger that would provide him with a little money or food, and his gratitude was almost endless to each one. It took a couple of years before Sam started to get back up on his feet, but it looked like he was going to make it, Ravok wasn't so bad after all... City Life Eventually, life in Ravok was starting to even out. He didn't manage to hold down a job for long enough to call it his career, but Sam skipped around doing tasks all the time. Occasionally, he would be without a job for a couple of weeks, and had to resort to begging. However, the times weren't always bad. He made a few acquaintances here and there, but no one that he could call a true friend. Soon enough, Sam even managed to get his own place. It was a small little hole, but it provided shelter, and that was more than enough for Sam. After years of living on the streets, he finally had some money, new clothes, and a shelter to protect him from the rain. Life seemed good. Real good. However, from time to time, his mind would drift back to the mercenary group that he had left behind. He couldn't imagine how much pain he caused his father, but he also knew that he couldn't face him. Not now, not ever. As a child, Sam had probably caused his father too much pain to be welcomed back, it was better to stay away. Skills Skill Level Progression Gained Leadership 15 Novice +15 Racial Bonus Begging 10 Novice +10 Starting Package Wilderness Survival 10 Novice +10 Starting Package Unarmed Combat 10 Novice +10 Starting Package Weapon: Longsword 10 Novice +10 Starting Package Weapon : Large Wooden Shield 10 Novice +10 Starting Package Can survive in plains for seven days before needing civilisation. Lore Lore Gained Lore: Improvising a Shelter Starting Package Lore: Living on the Streets of Ravok Starting Package Languages Language Proficiency Common Fluent Possessions Item Quantity Gained Worth Gold-Rimmed Mizas 100 Starting Package 100 GM Set of Clothing 1 Starting Package 11 GM Waterskin 1 Starting Package 1 GM Backpack 1 Starting Package 2 GM Set of Toiletries 1 Starting Package -- Food for a Week -- Starting Package -- Knife 1 Starting Package 5 SM Flint and Steel 1 Starting Package 1 GM Sam lives in a basic 20 x 20 Single room cottage. Ledger Type Amount Starting Package 100GM Thread Tracker Name Timestamp Status Type Living Rough 1st Day Of Spring, 512AV In Progress Private