The Terrene: Forest at War OOC

Zolf is a quiet individual, although recent years spent interacting with those from beyond his humble village has allowed him to overcome his previous shyness. He has a kind heart, and willing to protect those who need it. He has a particular hatred towards brigands and bandits due to his past.

Zolf hails from a small village between Tevulra and Zoffany. At a young age, his parents were taken by sickness, leaving Zolf and his sister, Freya, with their uncle. Using the family savings that their parents left them, Freya went to the University of Zoffany to study the mysteries of magic.

During a brief trip back to the village, Freya was killed by brigands. In her last moments, she gave Zolf her bag, containing a small handful of crystals and notes related to her studies. Zolf, along with a few others from the village, managed to escape, eventually making their way to Zoffany.

In order to afford lodging, Zolf enlisted with the local militia. Through reading the notes left in Freya’s bag and experimentation with some of the crystals, he deduced that he had a particular affinity for the Ice and Thunder aspects, though of course, without training there was not much he could do with the knowledge. Instead, he focused on developing his archery skills, which he had previous experience with hunting for the village. After a few years, Zolf left for the North, in order to join the military. He is currently in one of the numerous scout units.

Jim has clean dusty brown hair, and brown eyes to match. Plain face, but has a lot of stubble. Wears a torn dark green cloak (clearly used), with a plain blue top underneath. Dirty black trousers, and black boots that are falling apart. He has a very muscular build, and when he speaks it's in a low, gravelly voice.

In a word: Gruff. Jim tries to be reasonable with most people he talks to, though his bluntness is a hindrance. Usually when he speaks it’s short and to the point, suggesting he’s not much of a socialiser. That’s not really true however; indeed, while his gruffness may imply he’s apathetic to his teammates’ causes he isn’t, he’ll pretty much get on with anyone, long as they don’t turn out to be some sort of lunatic or anything similarly dangerous. Also, while he isn't usually the one to start them, he has no qualms with getting into a fight if it's required.

Jim has spent pretty much his entire life in Curgila, and in truth, very little has happened to him. He grew up into a family of lumbermen, he learnt the trade, and then when his father died, took over the company. The business (creatively named Patterson Logging Comp. , imagination wasn’t his grandfather’s strongest point) was small, but managed to cover most of the industry’s areas; chopping down the forest’s trees, processing them, and then selling them to the highest seller. In a market so saturated in logging companies Patterson Logging Comp didn’t stand out too much. However, those who used it were nearly always satisfied with its quality goods, and word slowly got around and more and more customers came. The company was never swimming in customers, but there were more than enough to make a profit. So for many years Jim was satisfied. Money was coming in, sales were increasing, and everything seemed to be going pretty well.

However, as he grew older Jim soon grew bored at his job. Despite the money it was momentous, dull, and not particularly interesting. There are only so many trees a man can cut down, only so many sales a person can make, only so many times you can pull off a particularly impressive deal before your interest falters. To his dismay even the small amounts of magic, which he practised in his spare time, that he could do were all dull; proclaiming your ability in the wooden arts hardly sounded as impressive as, say, being a fire user or being in tune with the Light. After an especially tedious day filled with mediocrity, Jim came home, sat at his desk, and thought about his life in general. Was this how he wanted to spend the rest of his life? Chopping down trees and selling them? Hardly, it wasn’t really something he was going to be remembered for. Battling enemies in foreign lands would be much more interesting than this... Hell, even out of that, finding an affinity for something better than plain old wood would be something to do...

After spending the day thinking about it Jim decided that no, he wanted to do more with his life. Who cared if he sounded like he was just going through a mid age crisis, he knew there had to be more to life than just trees! He wanted to travel, get into fights, learn more about magic, to do something important. So after taking care of some loose ends, he handed control of the company to his younger brother and headed off to the North, with only some of the essentials hoisted over his shoulder in a bag. A few months later he found himself in the military, about to embark on a scouting mission. Hopefully it wouldn’t be his last.