Name: Jacob Fryar
Age: 28 years old
Place of Birth: Kingdom of Dundfolk (Today Revolutionary Republic of Dundfolk), Plane of Hartreach
Build: Athletic
Skin: Light tan
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Race: Human
Profession: Mercenary, Smuggler, former Republican guerrilla

Jacob Fryar was born to a couple of peasant, far from the land of Sinfar, exactly in the plane of Hartreach in the Kingdom of Dundfolk. He spent his childhood witnessing how his parents were extorted and oppressed by the ruling warlord of his city which made him hate the kinds of aristocrats and lords. He was involved in an armed peasants' revolt during his teenage days, the event where both of his parents were killed for their collaboration with the revolutionary peasants. Left with nothing but his skills as a veteran of the uprising, he enlisted as a mercenary for a silk trader. He worked for the trader for years, during which the kind trader teached him how to read, maths, politics, sociology, and other things. He also acquired the art of thievery from a rogue that the trader employed as a means of sabotaging his competitors and enemies

He later parted ways with the trader after years serving him. There, Jacob joined a thieves' guild where he worked there as a smuggler and saboteur. He used his knowledge of thievery, economy, and politics to conduct his smuggling and saboteur job, in which many of the jobs are often political in its nature. He, however, never made himself to a soaring high wealthy life, as he was stuck in his addiction of gmbling. He soon got himself entangled in a severe gambling debt, got himself kicked out from the guild, and made his way to Sinifer to run from the mob which he owed his money to.

After he arrived in Sinfar, the lad made a few friends and acquintances. This, however, soon led him to meet the succubus Alissabel Felfire, who although he rejected to have sex with, won his trust and gave him a potion to , as what she promised, a lengthy life. This however would soon taken a toll on him, slowly changing him from a part-nihilist, to a full blown 'nothing matters, so let's wreck some shit up' kind of nihilist, or can be simply summarized as 'Chaotic Evil'. Though, he soon would realize that he has lost his previous moral compass, and by the help of the fox-fairy Miles he purged the curse of Chaotic Evil from his veins, despite having to lost his lengthened lifespan.

The man doesn't speak much during jobs or raids, learnt too much from his experience as a smuggler, in which too much words would kill, though isn't exactly what people perceive as 'cold', since he's originally a pretty chatty person, and he often lighten up with people that he felt comfortable with, revealing his friendlier and laid back side that he needs to hide to his employer in order to look more professional. His arrival in Sinfar, though, lets him to not use the professional facade, instead he let out all of his suppressed emotions for years, showing yet a snarky and sarcastic tongue in addition to his friendly personality. He's also known to his previous employer as a smuggler who doesn't hesitate to use questionable methods to accomplish his missions, making him often participate directly in conflicts where he was tasked to run weapons and equipments.

Despite being a mercenary, Jacob is deeply immersed in the theory of Revolutionary Republicanism (comparable to communism in Plane Earth) of the mage, philosopher, and economist Garlo Marxum. This, in turn, internalized egalitarian values. It's pretty hard for him to not cling to such ideological perspectives due to him being raised by his martyred parents as a militant republican.
He made use of wide array of weapons, but mostly sticks to crossbows and swords. Though, lately, after he discovered the futuristic Island of Rodotonga, he's frequently seen with a plasma rifle which he use as his main weapons. He also sometimes seen wearing his custom made armor from Radotonga, giving him a more futuristic rogue look.

Physically, Jacob can bo considered a handsome man. He's athletic and have a well tanned skin. He also often sports his 'musketeer hat' and light armor which reveals his well built bicep. His height is pretty much on the medium side, while his weight is in the ideal side, which he worked to preserve so he won't be hindered in his work as a smuggler, mercenary, and a thief. He has a chiseled face, creating a quite squared jawbone. His eyes donned the colour of green, while his slicked back hair is naturally black. He recently lost his left eye during a raid deep into the Swamplands of the Aeon Wasteland, exactly to the massive Swamplurks that hide under the swamp, which he fought and made him left as a wounded man.

In term of ability, Jacob is a stealthmaster, preferring the use of light weapons as well as the light weight Radotongan composite armor. He depends greatly on his finesse and surprise attacks. The man also mastered barely any magic, except for limited use of Shadow magic.  

Red: Anything that goes against the rules, gore, rape, permadeath, any permanent changes without consent, godmodding

Yellow: Furry

Green: Pretty much almost anything as long as it doesn't belong to the red light

Whites a.k.a favorites: Demon girls, elven girls, politics-themed RP, adventure, large breasts, women in ERP

//OOC

Hello, a new lad here. Please bear with me since I still need to adapt to the way this community RP