User Profile

Name; Rickter
Age; 47
Country; Firon, Dakan
Lost; His eldest bastard son.

History; His past, a bit of a mystery... That's not because of any magical, or mystical circumstances, but because the sands of time have swept away the story of a person who drifted from northern Dakan to its southern reaches. He did rise through the ranks of a peculiar gang called the Rascals, and fathered a great many bastards on the way to where he is now. He also has no left hand, and his right one barely works anymore for some reason.

People don't really care how he made it to the top of this small ladder, but they won't deny that he's crushed a lot of hands under his feet getting there. Most of the stories about him are just that; stories. He will never tell you how close to the truth some of them are. He'll show you though.

Personality; While he surpressed arrogance for a great number of years after he was cast out of his home, he has slowly reverted back to thinking himself superior to several people. After all, he's lived this long in a cutthroat world full of traitors and liars, and he has an intelligence that (he thinks) makes scholars envious.

He is smart. He wouldn't be alive if he wasn't. He knows how to use a great many things to his advantage, and he isn't afraid to get his hands (metaphorical hands) dirty while doing it. While he isn't sadistic, he has gotten into the habit of displaying strength and brutality to cause fear in anyone who might try for his position. Infact, he might overdo it sometimes, percieving threats that aren't there. He doesn't like to see things encroutching on his territory, and will try to dispatch them quickly.

He likes women. Younger women. Too much, infact. And while he cares for them for a time (a longer time if he got them pregnant) he will still dump them to the curb after awhile unless they prove themselves to be useful. He isn't sexist though; he will toss out a useless man as fast as he will toss out a useless woman. Possibly faster.

Family is important to him, but not important enough to marry someone he'll get bored of ten days later just to say he has a traditional family. His bastards are as much sons to him as any legal sons would be to anyone else. He sees great things ahead for them if they can survive long enough in the family business.

Appearance; He's a tall, well-built man who wears his hair slicked back with grease, and regular merchant's clothing. He doesn't have a left hand, and his right hand is not very pretty to look at (you also won't see it working very much). While he puts on an slight air of being a merchant, most people who stand face to face with him would know that he isn't standing there to sell you something. You can probably see it in his eye.