Erik Roman

☣Nicknames:None
☣Age: Twenty Seven
☣Birthday: June 6th
☣Gender: Male
☣Sexual Orientation: Hetero
☣Status: Mercernary
☣Race: Human
☣Occupation: Hunter
☣Hometown: Bandaboon

Basics:

☣Hair Color: Brown
☣Eye Color: Brown

☣Height: 5'8


Overall: Erik has brown that has grown down to neck length and sports a small beard that he couldn't be bothered shaving. The Right side of his face was burned in his teen years, though he still has sight in the eye. He has lightly tanned skin which bares a tattoo of the Australian flag on his left shoulder, as well as 'JSS' tattooed on the back of his neck. A third tattoo rests on his chest, over his heart that is simply the names "John Roman" and "Elizabeth Roman" written in black ink. He wears a red dress shirt which sleeves have been cut off under a black leather vest. His legs are covered with camo cargo pants that are tucked into a pair of black combat boots. His belt holds a sheath containing a Bowie Knife with a wooden handle. On his back is a large black backpack. His weapon, a black crossbow rests either in his hands, or held by a tan strap to his body.

Quick Glance:

☣Trait: Reckless
☣Trait: Impulsive
☣Trait: Sarcastic 
☣Trait: Confident 
☣Trait: Compassionate 


What Sets Them Apart: Erik has always been a risk-taker, from the time he was a little kid. He loves the thrill of seeking danger, facing his fears head on and taking them down with hardly a thought for any possible consequences or injury it might cause him. He is extremely impulsive in both day to day activity and conversation. He is reckless with his own personal safety purely because he believes balking from any danger, any challenge, is to be named cowardly, and a coward is the last thing Erik wants to be.



Erik can come off as very dismissive, or even rude. Most of the time this is due to the fact that he rarely thinks through the potential consequences of his speech or behaviors. He wields sarcasm as a weapon, and tells people exactly what he thinks of a certain situation, person, or place.



What many don't get the chance to see is that he's genuinely kind. Even though he can be dismissive, and seems to have an exterior too solid to so much as try and crack through, he strives to make everyone around him as safe as they can be and, therefore, he cares about the well-being of all the people he interacts with far more than he'd let on. Just because you've never had an actual conversation, or just because your first encounter with him wasn't entirely a nice one, doesn't mean anything - he watches out for everyone, and it doesn't matter if they don't think they need it.

☣Allignment: Demons only: Kayne, Ehris, Rhyian, None



History: Erik was born in Bundanoon, though did not stay long. For most of his life he has been largely nomadic traveling by day, spending the nights either in the wild or perhaps a small town. His family, A father and mother had instilled a distrust in larger settlements since the day he could remember. Their logic was the more people, the bigger a target they were for an attack. He was taught to hunt, and to fight. How to live on his own. At the age of 12 he was taught to shoot a crossbow, an art he has since mastered. Though hard, he can recall many great memories from his childhood.



At the age of 18 his life changed drastically. He and his family's movement had slowed for the day as the sky was coated in the pinks and oranges of sunset. To know one's fault they had set up camp far to close to the edge of demon territory. The fire they lit was a beacon in the night. A group of demons attacked them in the night leading to the death of Erik's parents. Erik himself had just barely escaped the incident with his life. Now on his own Erik turned his back on everything he'd learned from his parents. He determined that should another attack such as the one that had just happened happen again, while he was on his own... The next morning he turned around and headed towards Sydney, for he'd heard in passing that it was a large place, somewhere he could find work.



On the path to Sydney he had a run in with a small group, five others who were also on the road to Sydney. The people seemed trustworthy enough, though the were obviously desperate. They claimed to be from a place called Thirroul, and decided to make the trip to Sydney to escape the frequent demon activity in the area. Seeing as how Erik and the group had a common destination, they allowed him into their group and for a few days they got along well enough. The leader of the group, Nathan, however was extremely slow to trust Erik. The group was taking shelter in an abandoned house when food went missing Nathan immediately blamed Erik and a fight soon broke out between the two. The fight ended with a red hot iron being pressed to Erik's face by the leader. In immense pain Erik stumbled to Sydney on his own. Erik has been a resident of Sydney for nine years, and has used his hunting ability to make a living.