Description: The painting of him above, was done quite recently and is a good likeness of the old fellow.
Background: Born in a shack in Bear's Hill, he is the son of a poor family. His father was a miner and his father's father before him. His mother was an orphan and lifelong breadmaker. Tate is an only child and has never taken help from anyone, he's muscled through all life's obstacles but is always willing to lend a hand. After his parents died of old age he left the underground mines to pursue a more adventurous life, wandering, working here and there but always on the lookout for gold or other valuable ore to be mined.
Behaviour: At his age now he is considered a cantankerous old coot, but beneath the surface there lurks a darker, wise old wolf who puts up with little. Slightly erratic, he is unpredicatable and very capable. At a glance most would find him harmless, but he has memories of people and other beings who have tried to rob or even kill him. Those tales can only be told by the unmarked graves left behind; he has never said a word. He thinks his problems through and would be considered a schemer, he is also someone who has timely strokes of luck.
How he was captured: Tate had been making his way back from panning a small stream in some nearby rocky hills south of a small village, when a demon army suddenly appeared in town and began to gather up all the villagers. Tate was caught in the turmoil and was forceably subjected into one of the many caravans that carried him and many of the other townspeople away. It seemed like such a long time ago. The train ever moving him and his fellow prisoners away to Heaven knows where, places far from home, places he had never seen before. Now he sits and stares as his head bobbs with the rough jolts of the beastdrawn cart he is cramped in. His mind nearly numb with the fear and death he sees in every village his demon keeper's wagons roll into. An idea was beginning to bubble to life inside the old man's head. He would get his chance to escape. He had a plan.
--==Weaponry, Armor, and Powers==--
-Weaponry: Pick-axe. One end sharp and the other flat, for prying. Tate has also modified it with a light-weight, short, thin spike that protrudes from the pick's head. Great for jabbing at intruders or would be enemies. He also carries a knife.
-Armor: Nothing but the shirt on his back.
-Powers: He is a very strong man, mining all his life has made his fists weapons and even more so with a club or axe in hand. His mind is his aide, his thoughts like his pocketwatch always churning and ever turning . His cogitation is an advantage over most. And he's just plain lucky to boot.
Text Colour: The colour of gold
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Ol' Tate (Tate 'Luckyman' Mallock)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 168 lbs
Eye Colour: Hazel Brown
Description: The painting of him above, was done quite recently and is a good likeness of the old fellow.
Background: Born in a shack in Bear's Hill, he is the son of a poor family. His father was a miner and his father's father before him. His mother was an orphan and lifelong breadmaker. Tate is an only child and has never taken help from anyone, he's muscled through all life's obstacles but is always willing to lend a hand. After his parents died of old age he left the underground mines to pursue a more adventurous life, wandering, working here and there but always on the lookout for gold or other valuable ore to be mined.
Behaviour: At his age now he is considered a cantankerous old coot, but beneath the surface there lurks a darker, wise old wolf who puts up with little. Slightly erratic, he is unpredicatable and very capable. At a glance most would find him harmless, but he has memories of people and other beings who have tried to rob or even kill him. Those tales can only be told by the unmarked graves left behind; he has never said a word. He thinks his problems through and would be considered a schemer, he is also someone who has timely strokes of luck.
How he was captured: Tate had been making his way back from panning a small stream in some nearby rocky hills south of a small village, when a demon army suddenly appeared in town and began to gather up all the villagers. Tate was caught in the turmoil and was forceably subjected into one of the many caravans that carried him and many of the other townspeople away. It seemed like such a long time ago. The train ever moving him and his fellow prisoners away to Heaven knows where, places far from home, places he had never seen before. Now he sits and stares as his head bobbs with the rough jolts of the beastdrawn cart he is cramped in. His mind nearly numb with the fear and death he sees in every village his demon keeper's wagons roll into. An idea was beginning to bubble to life inside the old man's head. He would get his chance to escape. He had a plan.
--==Weaponry, Armor, and Powers==--
-Weaponry: Pick-axe. One end sharp and the other flat, for prying. Tate has also modified it with a light-weight, short, thin spike that protrudes from the pick's head. Great for jabbing at intruders or would be enemies. He also carries a knife.
-Armor: Nothing but the shirt on his back.
-Powers: He is a very strong man, mining all his life has made his fists weapons and even more so with a club or axe in hand. His mind is his aide, his thoughts like his pocketwatch always churning and ever turning . His cogitation is an advantage over most. And he's just plain lucky to boot.
Text Colour: The colour of gold