A mid-tier fantasy, medieval-type setting. World named Shae from the 'land' (continent) called Raelos in which many races of all varieties, humans-elves-dwarves-catfolk-dragons both feral and humanoid-among many others co-existed (peacefully or otherwise) with one another. Firearms were just beginning to emerge and populate the more well-off nations military forces and some adventurers lucky or stupid enough to 'acquire' their own. Typical standard fantasy life really~ ;D

Accepts contracted missions of many different varieties, ranging from Security/Search&Rescue/Looting/Assassination/etc-etc.

Will sometimes tinker with his own weapons and those of others, or if given the opportunity and materials to do so; craft an entirely new weapon.

Whilst on his adventuring contracts, he generally carries with him an unnecessary amount of parchments and ink to sketch and draw maps. This was originally just to help him and his party navigate or remember where certain things were and come back for them later. But it eventually became a rather lucrative and fun alternative for income when he was done with the area and could sell the maps later on.

Due to how he was raised, and the environment his kind tended to live in, learning to 'live off the land' became a necessity for any and every Cetheren. He is skilled in both scouting/tracking, stealth/camouflage , and hunting/cooking. Though he loves to cook, he is much better at baking, but refuses to admit it and prefers to do otherwise.

He's lived within his peoples' secretive territories for the majority of his life, but after discovering the ruined remains of a firearm in one of the ruins during a weekly scouting mission. He'd spent years tinkering with it and gathering various materials, bits and bops, until he was able to repair it into a functioning manner once more. This was the first time him or any Cetherens had seen a firearm and many of his relatives and friends were disapproving of such a weapon. After much deliberation he decided to leave his home in search of more answers and to further his understanding of using and developing these new weapons. One day hoping to return back home and provide them with a new means of defending themselves asides from hiding with magic and restricting themselves to terrains no other races wanted to begin with. Tl;DR: He's a gunslinger adventurer~! :D

Race Name: Cetheren(s).
Language: Cetherian.
Life-Span: Average Ranges: 100-180, longest recorded 280.
Main Habitat: Arctic worlds, hemocyanin types survive brutally cold temps.
Alignment: Chaotic-Neutral.
Government: Fascist Republic, Regulated Capitalistic tendencies. Strong Meritocracy. Extremely Secretive & Mild Isolationist with slight Xenophobia.

A very durable and firm armour-piece which weighs nearly half of what it appears to be due to the ore used in it's creation. It has a very thin-faint shimmering layer of 'frost' coating it's entirety, and when touched is just as cold as it looks when examined. It can cause minor injuries if in contact for a short amount of time, and will most likely cause frostbite if held or swallowed for an extended length of time.

Thin, long straps of seemingly ordinary leather, enchanted with faint transmutation magic to increase the wearers' physical carrying capacity, allowing them to carry more than they would naturally be able to by themselves. Due to lack of strength or simple anatomy restraints.

A single belt made of fine-cured leather and iron hooks cut into it's length among various spots. That is enchanted with a strong transmutation magic to increases the wearers' physical abilities overall.

A backpack of this sort appears to be well made, well used, and quite ordinary. It has two side pouches, each of which appears large enough to hold about a quart of material. In fact, each is like a bag of holding and can actually hold material of as much as 2 cubic feet in volume or 20 pounds in weight. The large central portion of the pack can contain up to 8 cubic feet or 80 pounds of material. Even when so filled, the backpack always seems to weigh a negligible amount, similar to that of 5 pounds.

While such storage is useful enough, the pack has an even greater power. When the wearer reaches into it for a specific item, that item is always on top. Thus, no digging around and fumbling is ever necessary to find what a haversack contains. There is a moderate sense of conjuration magic from it.

This sheath is designed to be strapped to your forearm and hidden under a long sleeve. The sheath can hold one forearm-length item such as a dagger, dart, or wand, or up to five arrows or crossbow bolts. Alternatively, you may store up to 1 pound of ammunition in a wrist sheath. The wearer can bend their wrist to cause some or all of these items to drop into their hand. It is much easier to oppose the Perception of someone observing or frisking you regarding items in the sheath.

Various coins of his worlds currency; 13 PP, 431 GP, 71 SP, 31 CP {Roughly $30,000). A small closed and locked box.
Animal-repellant Sack, Antitoxin, MW-Backpack, Bedroll, Belt Pouch, Boline, Box of fishing tackle, Canteens, Compass, Wooden Cutting Board, Deodorizing agent, Fishing Pole, Flint & Steel, Gunsmith's kit, Healer's kit, Cutting Knife, Ladle, Leechwort, Merchant's Scale, Mess Kit, Portable Alchemist's lab, Pot, Powder horn, Cethere seasonings, Silk Rope, Skeleton Key, Skewer, Skillet, Snow Goggles, Soap, Softpaw Boots, Surgeon's Tools, Tinder Packet, Torches, Trail Rations, Iron Tripod, Water Purification Sponge, Healing Potions, Empty Glass Vials, Healing Myrrh Resin.

Date Of Birth: 3E 933
Anatomy: Semtropic-Hemocyanin based. Blood: Blue. Breathing: Oxygen. Key Element: Copper.
Main Habitat: Arctic worlds, hemocyanin types survive brutally cold temps.
Distinctive Features: Glowing Cyan Eyes
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
MBTI Type: INFJ
Astrological Sign: Aries
God: Agnostic
Orientation: Demi-Homoromantic