Full Name: Klaus Ahl-Grust
Species: Raccoon
Gender: Male
Age and Place of Birth: 18, RyDauge City
Rank and Title: Citizen, Painter
Appearance:Height: 5'6
Weight: 135
Fur Color: A dark brown-black and white, the usual.
Typical Clothing: He's never seen without his tattered red cloth cape (formerly a flag he snatched from the market), his would-be trademark to support his delusions of grandeur. Aside from that, he wears loose, baggy khaki pants, secured by a belt. He favors button-up shirts, so as to increase or decrease his level of manliness easily as the situation calls for it. He bears a solid-white mask, excepting two black triangles stretching from the sides to the near-center, and two thin, horizontal slits for eyes.
Family: Mother: Missing, but alive.
Father: Alive, carpenter.
Siblings: A younger brother and a younger sister.
Friends: Rena Lancent, a low ranking guard. More'll come.
Enemies: Doesn't feel like stabbing anyone in the back. Yet.
Love Life: None. Whatever happens, happens.
Likes: Money
Cold Weather
Crowds/Meetings
Visual Art
Fencing
Family
Confidence
Hates: Weasels
Doubt
Complaining
Authority
Pity
Fears: His mother never returning
Dying alone
Old age
Strengths: Bartering
Stealth
Painting
Confidence
Weaknesses: Brute force
Easily angered
Overconfident
Poor reputation
Weaponry and Gear: RapierBasic Leather Armor Blowgun and Blowdarts Training:Basic Military Training
A Formidable Fencer
Skilled with a brush, as well.
(Insert Training Type Here): History:Character Biography Born and raised in a poor family within the walls of RyDauge City. His father a carpenter, though awful at it, brought home just enough to feed the family, but a lot of the money had to go into curing his injuries on the job(as of now he has a prosthetic hand and an eyepatch). Klaus spent many a day in his early years scrounging for coins in the central fountain, bringing back anything he could at the end of the day. He's also spent many a night hunting until the crack of dawn, so as to not buy as much food. Needless to say, Klaus's family wasn't very well off, but it didn't bother him much. He'd lived his whole life up to that point that way, he was too young to realize what it meant (if he did, he'd probably react differently). It had become almost routine.
Almost routine. By the time he was eight, his mother, previously without work, joined up as a mercenary out of desperation to feed the family. This freed up a lot of time for Klaus, time he finally had of his own. He could finally play with the other children at the fountain instead of searching out every last coin that someone so carelessly threw into the fountain. That's when he met Rena Lancent. She was searching out every last coin like her life depended on it.
Against his better judgement, he helped. Not to be nice. Just because it was what he knew how to do. He didn't know how to jump and scream and play, he knew how to pinch pennies off the ground and look like a beggar. Upon seeing Rena, he realized what he looked like from someone else's point of view. He felt pity for the girl, and realized that's probably what others felt for him, and if there was anything that bothered Klaus, it was pity. He gave the girl some coin from his own pocket, and they've grown closer, to the point where Rena spends most of her time over at the Ahl-Grust house. Over the years, he started noticing more things, like how most of the other kids had mothers around the house, unlike him, and that their fathers were all at least somewhat successful at doing anything other than taking up space. He realized that they were dirt poor...and he didn't like it. He wanted respect and fear, not pity. He started snatching things, to get himself some cash and maybe make a name for himself, though not in the most noble of ways.
Unfortunately, about a year back, his mother went MIA during one of her outings. She wasn't confirmed dead, no body has been found, but his father has seemingly given up hope. Klaus remains optimistic and still spends a lot of his free time looking into the matter, continuing to insist that his mother is still out there in the wide world. He's been trying to reform his ways and become more disciplined through his military training as well as learning to paint, but old habits die hard, I'm afraid.