Flint Westman -
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“The world is what you make of it, friend. If it doesn't fit, you make alterations.”
Age: 18 || Gender: Male || Affiliation: City Watch || Race: Human || Height: 5 Foot 10 Inches
Chapter One
“Use your head for something more than to give your hat a ride, can't you?”
Flint's Father was a traveling peddler who sold simple iron tools and random items to poor villages to turn a easy profit. He arrived in a small nameless village one Summer and flirted his way into half the unmarried women's pants. He left a few weeks later to never return - Leaving flint and a couple of other bastards in the village. Flint's mother was heartbroken but did her best to raise poor Flint. She gave him his father's last name. Eventually, she passed away from illness when Flint was fourteen years old.
He was adopted by a former soldier turned hunter in his retirement. He was taught the skills of the trade and seeing that flint had a fair amount of talent in wind magic, he sent him with a letter of recommendation to the Osrona City Watch. IT wasn't the best job, but it gave him a opportunity to advance that he never would have had in a small nameless village.
“Use your head for something more than to give your hat a ride, can't you?”
Flint's Father was a traveling peddler who sold simple iron tools and random items to poor villages to turn a easy profit. He arrived in a small nameless village one Summer and flirted his way into half the unmarried women's pants. He left a few weeks later to never return - Leaving flint and a couple of other bastards in the village. Flint's mother was heartbroken but did her best to raise poor Flint. She gave him his father's last name. Eventually, she passed away from illness when Flint was fourteen years old.
He was adopted by a former soldier turned hunter in his retirement. He was taught the skills of the trade and seeing that flint had a fair amount of talent in wind magic, he sent him with a letter of recommendation to the Osrona City Watch. IT wasn't the best job, but it gave him a opportunity to advance that he never would have had in a small nameless village.
And that is where Flint's story begins - Arriving to Osrona at the age of Eighteen and enlisting in the City watch.
Onwards!
"Listen, stranger, this town ain't big enough for the two of us."
Onwards!
"Listen, stranger, this town ain't big enough for the two of us."