Robsin Willams - Details
Occupation
Peasant Farmer
Archetype (i.e. Class)
Barbarian
Backstory
Robsin Willams was, and in his mind still is, a simple farmer. His world was measured in seasons, crop yields, and the price of grain in the nearby town of Ironhold. He never sought adventure; he actively scorned it as a fool's errand. His life was one of practicality and routine, defined by the calloused skin on his knees from work and prayer. This quiet existence was shattered when the chaotic ripples of wild magic from the Iron Mountain reached his small plot of land. His prize-winning pig sprouted iridescent wings for a week, his well water fizzed with harmless, colorful sparks, and the scarecrow in his field began weeping. These unnatural events stoked a deep paranoia in Robsin's heart. Believing the world was unraveling, he sold his farm, stitched his old militia patches onto his tunic for what little authority they might grant, and set out not for glory, but to find the source of the chaos and make it stop, so he could one day return to the simple, predictable life he desperately misses.
Description
A stocky Halfling standing a full head shorter than most men, with the broad shoulders and thick, corded arms of someone who has spent his life in manual labor. His dirt-brown hair is shorn short and practical, and his face is set in a near-permanent scowl, with suspicious hazel eyes that dart around constantly. His simple tunic and trousers are meticulously maintained but covered in numerous, neatly sewn patches of varying fabrics from a short-lived and unpleasant time in the local militia. His knees are calloused and rough from years of farm work and, more recently, from kneeling in daily, repetitive prayer. A simple, well-used hand-axe is always hooked to his belt.
