Character Name: Mason Smithson
Gender: (I'm pretty sure there are only two options so…) Male
Age: (19-40) 13
Class: (See above) Archer
Appearance: (Pictures are fine, but include a description too)
Mason is a rather short young man. He has curly green hair, and it falls down to his lean shoulders. He is very skinny, but has very well defined muscles. He has a few nicks and scars all over his body, revealing a hard life on a farm. However one scar in particular stands out, a very long and knotted scar down his left arm. But he usually has a happy smile on his face, and carries himself with enthusiasm and joy. He stands like he is confident in how he fights and does everything else. His light green eyes shine with hope and kindness.
He wears long brown pants and a green and brown shirt with many rips and tears in them, along with many stains, further hinting at his rough life. On his feet are very well kept boots, which are very new, and well above what someone of his station would wear, same with his gloves, which were made perfectly for his hands. His bow was a beautiful piece of oak, hand carved. It had ornate markings of a foreign noble, and was his treasured possession. He has an ornate quiver of arrows on his back as well, and when he uses his bow, it is obvious he wasn't trained in a Ylissian style of fighting.
Personality: (At least one paragraph.)
Mason is a very friendly person. He is a kid and knows it, but he tries his best to be helpful. He doesn't like to think about the past, and brishes off questions about it. He prefers to look to the future, and is very eager to "get in the fight!" as he puts it. He wants to help his comrades, and wants to help his country. But he often lies about his age, knowing that no one will take him seriously if he is honest.
On the reverse, he gets mad easily and is easy to provoke. He can be very immature at the worst of times, and generally is unfocused on many things. He is easy to distract, which can also cost him. And while he has fought before, even killed before, he generally has never been face to face with someone swinging an axe or a sword at him. He tries to stay away from those scary things.
History: (At least two paragraphs.)
Mason was born in a small village in Ylisse. A village that was constantly attacked by bandits as he grew up. Throughout his life, Mason was a farmer, helping his parents as best he could. And help he did. Their small farm prospered. And he grew into a fine young man, learning to run his father's farm when his father eventually retired. For Mason was the oldest. but one day when he was eleven bandits raided the village again. But this time was different. This time his family were the ones that were killed. He also got hurt, a barbarian slashed his arm with a mighty blow. But Mason was not killed. He spent several weeks recovering, but his left arm was never the same. And he was furious. One night, before he was fully healed, he stole a spear from the blacksmith of his village, and chased after them. But it was in vain, as he couldn't even lift the spear due to his injured arm. Weak and tired, he collapsed on the side of the road.
But that was not the end. He was found by a foreign noble who happened to be visiting from Valm. He had been out for a morning ride and stumbled across the boy. Fearing for his safety and concerned with why he was out in the woods all alone with only a spear that he couldn't even wield, he picked Mason up and took him back to his Villa. Once there he has a professional healer see to Mason's arm. Though fully healed now, they could not do anything about the jagged scar. Once Mason awoke, the noble, who called himself Baron Ebassa, talked with Mason. He was satisfied with the boy and took him in, teaching him to read and telling him of what was going on, teaching him. Mason proved to be a good student, and excelled particularly in Archery, which Ebassa trained him in a bit more thoroughly. Mason grew well, and Ebassa had more clothes made for him, along with a nice full quiver. He then gave the boy a very beautiful bow, telling him it was a family heirloom. He charged Mason with taking care of it. But he had to return home to Valm. He asked Mason if he wanted to go to Valm and become his servant, a great step up from the farmer that Mason would have been. Mason refused, saying "There is a lot of hurt here. Maybe I can help it! But i can't help anything if i run to Valm. I have to get in the fight!"
And with that, Mason and Ebassa said their goodbyes, and he left. Mason traveled around the country side, joining small miltias and helping fight bandits and other threats, learning how to fight. It did not pay well, and he eventually had to sell the fashionable clothing, keeping only the bow, the boots, and the gloves, for their functionality. Eventually, he learned of the young prince reforming the Sheppards. So he began to travel to their camp.
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