No Name

The destitute beggar No-Name, a moniker that truly seems to be the only name he knows, is a rare sight on the streets of Solus, but all know him. Seen for months, sometimes a year or two at a time, he will vanish, seemingly for decades only to return again. Parents tell their children and grandchildren of the last time they saw No-Name. Of course, no man could have lived so long, but when Solus' citizens choose to label a new No-Name, it is as if the lineage was never broken. The current No-Name is a beggar like all the others. He knows no other name, nor much else about himself.

Description


No-Name is big. Haedrasians are often tall, but the beggar might almost be called beefy, with powerful shoulders and barrel chest, heavy limbs, and a powerful certainty about his movements, though usually his shoulders are slumped, and his gaze downcast. His leathery skin, paler than most Haedrasians, is criss-crossed with cuts and scabs, turned a hideous ghoulish grey. An aura of desperate menace surrounds him, but his dark-rimmed black eyes are so lost and confused that no one could truly think of him as dangerous. Still, the sight of him often sends animals to whining and cringing, and children to tearful flight. His filthy, matted hair is drawn, by wear or design, into lice-infested dreadlocks, and tied with brass rings. Beneath a filthy coat, though, he wears dirty but intricate wrappings of vermilion silk, and a gilt and embossed leather cuirass, in the style that honoured paladins were once laid to rest in. Whether these were taken from some ancient gravesite, or purchased from a tomb-robber, or some legacy from an honoured ancestor is unclear.

Personality


There is something awful, compelling, pitiful, and yet somehow attractive about No-Name. Like so many of his ilk, he spends all of his coin on drink, and he stinks of it, but he never seems to be drunk. Merely quiet. Despite living from the generosity of the people of Solus, he seems not to care whether they offer it or not. No-Name wears the world around him like a cloak, wrapping himself in it, owning it, like a king amongst beggars, or even amongst kings. Mysterious, self-possessed, and forlorn, it is not hard to see how there is a certain allure that draws people to No-Name, be it merely to gawk at him from across the road or to draw him into conversation, or to listen in adoring awe on the rare occasion he deigns to speak, on diverse topics that seem to even shock him.

History


No-Name seemingly knows nothing of his past. When asked, he looks perplexed, and if he is caught on a sober day, relates that he awoke in an alleyway, with fresh soil on his hands and skin, in the clothes he still wears, alone and unable to remember who, or what he is. His real name is forgotten, his origins a mystery. He bears the scars and marks of a lifetime of violence and terror on his flesh, but he cannot account for a single one of them.

Associations


No-Name seems to have a knack for gathering outcasts around him, without either trying to, nor even wanting to. And though there are few lasting enough to be named, there are always more waiting in the wings. Should No-Name ever find purpose, he will never be short of allies.

Statistics


Race sex race Skills
Age category (n) Skill Points: spent/total
Profession profession (n) skill value speciality value
Faith faith (n)
Class description (n/n)
Statistics Inventory
Agility n weapon attack damage reach
Beauty n
Constitution n
Dexterity n
Endurance n armour protection hardness durability
Initiative n
Strength n tools skill modifier
Intelligence n attire/misc notes
Knowledge n
Perception n
Will n
Wisdom n
Bravery n
Charm n
Leadership n
Negotiation n
Luck n
Traits
Plan Bipedal
Cycle Diurnal
Diet Omnivore
Inferior ESP 2

Character Traits


Who Am I? (3)

No-Name remembers nothing about who or what he is, and clues are scarce. His attire hints at something grand, but its disrepair, and his station in life seems to undermine it. No-Name knows he has forgotten much. And sometimes he wonders if he forgot by his own design, and fears that it may be worse to remember than to live in doubt. Still, the mystery consumes him.

Something About Him… (2)

Everything about No-Name is repellent. He is filthy, disfigured, pitiful, and many would say idle. And yet. There's something in his disconnected confidence. Something in the way he seems concerned with some greater destiny, that makes people look twice, and hold their judgement. Something in it is appealing, perhaps even alluring.