<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kH84KYb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tymir (ty-meer)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>30<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Half Human, Half Beastfolk, though it's not noticeable<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Tymir was born in the land of the Beastfolk, but he was raised on the Rising Rum, a ship living free on the sea, fishing its waters for trade.<br/>Appearance<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>His black hair falls to his shoulders, but it usually tied back. The sides of both of his head are shaved.<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>His eyes are so dark they seem black. At night, they seem to reflect a green light.<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'7<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>152<br/><strong>Build:</strong>A body used to work, Tymir has toned muscle. His calloused hands bear the marks of scars from his work - time spent fishing on boats and then doing field work on land. He is a sad and quiet man and that reflects in how he moves; he's not looking for attention or recognition. Something about him is lost and hollow, as if he is moving on autopilot. When he does interact with the world, he seems to have confidence in his body and actions that denote years of practice despite his seeming lack of attention to the task.<br/>Description<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Suffers from a deep depression. Hyper-fixates on tasks as a coping mechanism. This sadness permeates through his skin so deeply that people who look thoughtfully at him will be able to tell no matter how hard he attempts to fake happiness. Soft-spoken, polite, helpful. Shirks any "leadership" style responsibilities.<br/><strong>Bio:</strong>For the first 25 years of his life, Tymir was a fisherman. Then something happened that made him give up the sea and move to land, which was where he would spend the next five years of his life. He became a laborer, eventually ending up as one of the many field hands on a farm on the outskirts of civilization. The land was incredibly productive, but incredibly dangerous. The men and women that work this particular plot of land were also expected to defend it, which Tymir did. He would eventually be recognized as someone with talent in archery and given the task to train those who were interested in taking up the bow the chance to learn it. He did not want the responsibility and ended up leaving and is now looking for new employment.<br/><strong>Skills:</strong><br/>Fishing<br/>Curing food<br/>Knot tying<br/>Navigation<br/>Archery<br/>Roping (catching something with a rope, rodeo-style)<br/>Swimming<br/>Climbing<br/>Balance