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Slayton Forsythe
Ask not what the Republic can do for you, but what you can do for the Republic
- F. Jhon Kennedine
[[ Most spoilers redacted, but minor ones below - read at your own risk. DO NOT METAGAME! ]]
Full Name: Slayton Reginald Forsythe
Birthdate: Greengrass 26, 1285
Birthplace: The Capitol, Tor
Birthsign: The Cog
Height: 68 inches
Weight: 145 lbs.
Eyes: Light Brown
Hair: Snow White
Skin: Weathered and Wrinkled
Handedness: Right
Posture: Hunched
Hygiene: Clean
Scent: Elderberries
Physical Description: Slayton is a hunch-backed old man. His snow white hair drapes behind him in a ponytail to his shoulder blades. His beard is kept scraggly with no hints of the light brown it might have once been. His bulbous nose is crooked down the bridge underscored by flat, thin lips. His hands are scarred and one might likely notice some new skint spot upon either one of then at any time.
Profession: Retired Foundry Foreman, Agricultural. Currently Miner and Tooler
Faction Affiliation: None
Languages: Decusian, Nothryian. Small amounts of both Yultish and Collation learned on the job.
Accent: Midlands mostly with hints of Torian
Roleplay Tools: A cane and a cough
Hobbies: Tinkering with new ideas for tools and accessories. Drafting and researching new inventions, seldom.
Habits: He has a habit of overworking himself. And sometimes may speak too often about his late wife, Gloria.
Personality Description:
Slayton is the typical Republic Faithful though not a zealot. He believes that through hard work and aid in society, the Republic itself may strive. So he is helpful to all younger folks in need. Especially one trying to figure out something he feels he may be able to help with. Knowledge need not die with the old and wise after all.
History:
Slayton was born to citizens in Tor. His father worked for the Foundry in Logistics for the Capitol. His mother was a highly respected tailor in the Capitol. Slayton pledged his servitude to the Foundry in 1307 at the age of 22. He was sent to Aetherun to the mines in 1310. There, upon needing medical attention for a minor incident, he met his future wife Gloria, of the Apothecary Corps. The pair were separated for some time when Slayton was sent by the Foundry to Ghaenthgrad in 1318. They wrote several letters to each other during this time apart. Finally, Gloria was granted a transfer within the AC to Ghaenthgrad to be near Slayton, in 1322. The pair were married as soon as she arrived and birthed the first of two children, Samuel. Three years later, their daughter Regina was born. Slayton became a Foreman for the Foundry in the agriculture division in Ghaenthgrad, but the damage had already been done to his lungs. Gloria retired early to care for him and make their home within the Wheat fields. She passed unexpectedly in 1346, and Slayton’s new mission was to spread her ashes among the Black Lilly fields of Aetherun.
Strengths: Wise, Generous, Dedicated, Faithful, Creative
Weaknesses: Naïve, Stubborn, Judgemental
Governing Virtue: Compassion
Governing Throne: Pride
Slayton Forsythe
Ask not what the Republic can do for you, but what you can do for the Republic
- F. Jhon Kennedine
[[ Most spoilers redacted, but minor ones below - read at your own risk. DO NOT METAGAME! ]]
Full Name: Slayton Reginald Forsythe
Birthdate: Greengrass 26, 1285
Birthplace: The Capitol, Tor
Birthsign: The Cog
Appearance
Age: 63Height: 68 inches
Weight: 145 lbs.
Eyes: Light Brown
Hair: Snow White
Skin: Weathered and Wrinkled
Handedness: Right
Posture: Hunched
Hygiene: Clean
Scent: Elderberries
Physical Description: Slayton is a hunch-backed old man. His snow white hair drapes behind him in a ponytail to his shoulder blades. His beard is kept scraggly with no hints of the light brown it might have once been. His bulbous nose is crooked down the bridge underscored by flat, thin lips. His hands are scarred and one might likely notice some new skint spot upon either one of then at any time.
Personality
General Health: Old and weary. Profession: Retired Foundry Foreman, Agricultural. Currently Miner and Tooler
Faction Affiliation: None
Languages: Decusian, Nothryian. Small amounts of both Yultish and Collation learned on the job.
Accent: Midlands mostly with hints of Torian
Roleplay Tools: A cane and a cough
Hobbies: Tinkering with new ideas for tools and accessories. Drafting and researching new inventions, seldom.
Habits: He has a habit of overworking himself. And sometimes may speak too often about his late wife, Gloria.
Personality Description:
Slayton is the typical Republic Faithful though not a zealot. He believes that through hard work and aid in society, the Republic itself may strive. So he is helpful to all younger folks in need. Especially one trying to figure out something he feels he may be able to help with. Knowledge need not die with the old and wise after all.
History:
Slayton was born to citizens in Tor. His father worked for the Foundry in Logistics for the Capitol. His mother was a highly respected tailor in the Capitol. Slayton pledged his servitude to the Foundry in 1307 at the age of 22. He was sent to Aetherun to the mines in 1310. There, upon needing medical attention for a minor incident, he met his future wife Gloria, of the Apothecary Corps. The pair were separated for some time when Slayton was sent by the Foundry to Ghaenthgrad in 1318. They wrote several letters to each other during this time apart. Finally, Gloria was granted a transfer within the AC to Ghaenthgrad to be near Slayton, in 1322. The pair were married as soon as she arrived and birthed the first of two children, Samuel. Three years later, their daughter Regina was born. Slayton became a Foreman for the Foundry in the agriculture division in Ghaenthgrad, but the damage had already been done to his lungs. Gloria retired early to care for him and make their home within the Wheat fields. She passed unexpectedly in 1346, and Slayton’s new mission was to spread her ashes among the Black Lilly fields of Aetherun.
Strengths: Wise, Generous, Dedicated, Faithful, Creative
Weaknesses: Naïve, Stubborn, Judgemental
Governing Virtue: Compassion
Governing Throne: Pride