Homeland: Arim

"I have faced down a charging exomorph with nothing but a bow. Leave me in peace before I demonstrate how I slew the beast with a single arrow and skinned its still twitching carcass."

Many generations of your family have roamed the rugged hills and steppes of Arim, pursuing the age-old profession of hunter and trapper. Unlike those of your people who dwell in the filth and squalor of the towns, or that paltry Exarch who believes he has some claim over you, you have remained true to the roots of your culture. The wilderness is as comfortable and familiar as your favorite bow and knife, and you face prey far more honest and easier to deal with than your urban cousins. You can move and act freely without causing offense and hoping that the Revenants will not be called upon you. The town-dwellers often look down at you, regarding you as nothing more than a quaint throwback, and even the rural farmers think of you as an isolated and lonely individual. They are all fools, for you possess a freedom they will never experience: the liberty to control your own life, free of Exarch and Revenant influence, and the petty bickering that marks the existence of many others. You are content, for you know your skills will always be of value, and that the life of a hunter is the most honest in Arim.

Physical Characteristics: 5'2"-6'2", 90-170 lbs. Swarthy complexion, long black hair, dark eyes.

Attributes:
INT 0
PER +1
WIL 0
CHA -1
STR +1
DEX +3
CON +2
SPD +1
CR +3
MR 0
HP 23

Special Abilities: None.

Skills:
Shortbow +4
Arimite Knife-fighting +1
Dagger +1
Tracking +4
Traps +4
Stealth +3
Survival +3
Climbing +2
Guide +3
Ride +1
Artificer +3
Low Talislan, native dialect

Equipment: Fur vest, hide boots, leather breeches, armbands and earrings of animal teeth and claws, shortbow with quiver of 20 arrows, two throwing knives, dagger, pouch, ball of twine, iron flask of chakos, graymane steed.

Wealth: 50 gold lumens in hides and silver Exarchs.