Full Name: Unknown- Refuses to declare.

Nickname(s): (Grumpy/Cranky) Old Man, Old Man (whatever name the locals give him), (hundreds of other less pleasant names)

Gender: Male

Age: Mid forties but the weather-beaten face alludes to having lived a decade or two more.

Height: 5'10" (definitely taller in his youth)

Build: Wide shoulders, broad chest and likely all wrinkles as far as one can tell. In typical old man fashion, seems to lack a discernable rear and a slight hunch. Closer inspections would reveal many old (and probably horrifying) scars, but why would one get that close?

Birthday: No real point, considering his dimensional hops, even if he could remember.

Bloodtype: AB+ for realistic themes but honestly, mostly alcohol and a little red somewhere

Hair: silverish grey

Eye Color: greying with a few brown dots for some reason

Status: single (although technically, cranky. always)

Sexuality: straight (alternately - functional, or so he would like to believe)

Like(s): whiskey (straight) and his cane (walking aid)

Dislike(s): everything, pretty much, yep

Fear(s): Witnessing anything overtly sexual - not so much a fear as much as it is an annoyingly uncomfortable situation for him, spiking up the dial on his crankiness high enough to at times make him stop spewing curses and try to get out of the immediate locale of said event

Theme Song(s): his own mutterings

Personality: Suffering from IMS (irritable male syndrome) and generally being a grumpy old fart don't really mix too well - in fact, it leads to a lot of well, crankiness. Always blaming the young in the vicinity for all his woes. Immune to fear for some reason, on top of all that. Has a fondness for military vehicles from time to time - when no one is looking. Enjoys overly long conversations with himself that involve plenty of expletives, regarding all those around him.

Abilities: This old timer has a knack for handling mechanical work of near any kind - from lock-picking, car-jacking to repairing most heavy machinery. To this end, his walking-cane itself and the knife hidden in it are often employed, for lack of proper tools. Despite this, he doesn't fare too well when it comes to modern technology like computers and cell-phones (which he refuses to carry). It should be assumed that he can handle himself pretty well despite his age when it comes to a fight, owing to his background training as well as his apparent comfort in handling and talking about fire-arms.

Brief history: Despite his unwillingness to talk about his past - aside from random musings and comparisons - it is generally understood he is a former soldier - though in what capacity, one can only speculate. What he painstakingly avoids to reveal is that, he was heavily involved in stealth operations and sabotage. Though, from the number of times he recounts war memories, one could easily mistake him for a grunt.

Favorite Quote: "Get a damn haircut."

Funniest Quotes:

1) "You can't just whip up fire from your fingers like that!" (fantasy setting)

2) "I now know entirely too much about the mating habits of fairy dragons than anyone ever ought to know," (same fantasy setting)

Special Notes: In his youth, this nameless old guy used to be quite a war hero - on multiple occasions. That may explain his unnatural disregard for personal welfare when faced with things that should probably make him run to the nearest can, lock up and sit tight. Give him any gun and he will eventually figure out how to use it - the aim on the other hand may not be as accurate as he got famous for - but at short range, he's still got it. Also, used to be well known for his infiltration and subterfuge abilities - but that was, again, his youth. Lastly, it should be noted with care that his cane has the annoying habit of finding an offender's skull - seemingly of its own volition. Ordinarily a tap or two would get the message across but when pressed, he has been known to swing that unholy stick a mind-boggling thirty times per second - enough to induce a jarring migraine (in addition to the boggling of the mind) on the staunchest of warriors who should probably find a more worthy opponent to offend.

Rpg scenarios used in: Modern Era, Apocalyptic, Post Apocalyptic, Futuristic, even some Medieval and one Fantasy but all hilarity.

Additional notes: In his prime, this man was a blast and amazingly successful. Eventually, as he aged, the question arose if I would continue portraying him past his prime and would he still be fun? The answer: apparently yes and he is still a blast - granted, for different reasons - and he is still one of my first choices going into uncharted waters. Also, the cane swinging per second? Totally made up - but it sure does feel like it to the recipient.

Current Mercenaries for hire: (To be expanded)

Human Male. Melee. 7'2" - wide and heavily muscled.
Long light-brown hair. Dark-brown eyes.
Two handed maul, four throwing axes.
Light clothing, fur-kilt and a harness for the throwing axes.

Human Male. Melee/Ranged. 5'7" - indiscernible appearance.
Short sword and heavy crossbow.
Massive tower shield that is usually placed in front to obscure his form.

Human Female. Melee/Ranged. 5'2" - stout and heavily muscled.
Long light red / dark brown hair. Light brown eyes.
Two handed giant-sickle and short bow.
Full body light leather armor.

Dwarf Male. Melee. 4'2" - burly and muscular.
Dark brown hair with beard with mustache. Dark brown eyes.
Two handed axe and heavy siege crossbow.
Chain mail armor with hard leather fittings.

Dwarf Male. Melee/Ranged. 4'6" - burly and heavily muscled.
Matted black hair with beard with mustache. Black / very dark brown eyes.
Serrated arm spikes. Armor spikes.
Full body plated armor layered in random spikes.

Human Male. Melee. 6'2" - lanky.
Short cropped blonde hair and beard with mustache. Light brown eyes.
Long sword, shield and throwing knives.
Scale mail armor with a chain coif.

Centaur Male. Melee/Ranged. 8'4" - wide and muscular.
Long black hair. Clean shaven. Light yellow/gold eyes. Dark brown coat.
Bastard sword, lance, shield, long bow.
Harness for weapons, light armor with some plated pieces on the equine parts.

Human Male. Melee/Magic. 5'11" - muscular and athletic.
Bald with a short trimmed brown beard and mustache. Light green eyes.
Axe/hammer, trident, shield with a folded plate over the knuckles and throwing nets.
Mostly light armor with a few plated pieces, mainly on the legs.

Human Female. Melee/Magic. 5'6" - muscular and athletic.
Long black hair. Light green eyes with a hint of yellow.
Staff with sickle-blades on both ends, spear and various bolas.
Mostly light armor with a few plated pieces, mainly on the legs.

Minotaur Male. Melee. 8'10" - wide and muscular.
Dark red fur. Light brown/red eyes.
Giant sized axe and eight throwing spears.
Light clothing, a harness for the spears and shackles on each fore-limb.

Unknown Male. Melee. 8' roughly - hunched but otherwise indiscernible appearance.
Unknown armament save for having a large black robe covering him.

Construct. Stone Golem. Melee. 12'
In the form of a bald, wide and muscular human.
No weapons and armor required.

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Current Animals for hire: (To be expanded)

Various riding and pulling horses.

Trained hunting dogs (hounds) of the sight and scent variety.

War-hounds - large dogs with some armor, trained for battle.

War-tigers - large (dire) tigers with some armor, trained for battle.

War-elephants - elephants with some armor, trained for battle and with
a giant ballista on their back. Intended for sieges.

Griffons - body of a lion, head and wings of an eagle. Intended for combat.

Wyverns - resembling small dragons, lacking fore-legs but having the wings.
Usually red-scaled. Long poisonous tail akin to a scorpion.

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Current Animals for sale: (To be expanded)

Various riding and pulling horses.

Trained hunting dogs (hounds) of the sight and scent variety.

Fairy Dragons - ranging from the palm to full arm length size.
Playful, mischievous and magical. Can be a pain in the rear for serious types.

Exotic varieties of birds, cats, dogs, fish, monkeys and rabbits.

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Current Slaves for hire:

Humans and Ogres only. Pretty much any kind and for near anything.
So long as they are returned without harm, of course.

These slaves are willingly working for Aughtineld in exchange for
protection and much better living conditions than an ordinary slave's.

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More things will be added as I convert them as needed.