Godschild
From Safehaus
Name: Evan Godschild
Alias: Godschild
Player: Darkheart01
Allegiances: The Safehaus, his various trade contacts
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[edit] Description
Godschild is huge. He stands at 6' 9", but weight quite less than you'd expect, a high metabolism coupled with his immense frame keeping him wiry. He's nonetheless in good shape, with tan flesh, well-defined muscles and a smooth, babyfaced look with hazel eyes and a mess of natty blond dreadlocks that reach to mid-chest. He's god his fair share of scars, including long claw-rakes along his back.
[edit] History
Generations of people who'd lived off the land had prepared the Godschild family for the disaster that came, and their traditions of wilderness awareness only continued with added importance. Evan is, unfortunately, the last of his family -- his parents and sister were taken by tribal raiders during a rare trip, and Evan himself formed a particular dislike for feral tribals that remains to this day. Nonetheless, he's taken his knack for finding things and turned it into a successful trading 'business', having stockpiled survival gear and assorted oddities in his personal hideaway. Of course, his luck led him to Avery, Miles and Tomas, and he's now working on assisting with the 'Safehaus', even going so far as to moving his stockpiles there gradually.
[edit] Personality
Godschild is friendly, if wary... but is a shrewd trader at the core. He's made a life out of being self-sufficient, and those lessons remain with him. All in all, he's a generally nice guy... but becomes testy and even irrational when it comes to tribals.
[edit] Personal Relationship Notes
- Avery
"Sweet, bright little bird. Definitely not from the time... it's something to imagine what the Time Before was like. Read some about it, but seeing her really shows just how different it was, yeh?"
Godschild thinks that Avery's a welcome spark of life in such a dark age. Of course, she also seems to be staked out by that Miles fellow, but that's all good -- she needs a tough mutie like him around.
- Miles
"Heh! There's a good mute for ya... some I've seen are so messed up on the outside that it can be hard to approach 'em, but the worst are the ones who look fine, but're all twisted in the head. I guess he's prolly a bit iffy to look at, but a good boy regardless."
Having seen his fair share of mutants, Godschild generally doesn't have a bias against them. Miles strikes him as a bit aggressive, but that was likely since he seems to be Avery's protector.
- Tomas
"Slippery fella, but I guess that's a good thing for him! For me, I don't like being snuck up on... dredges up bad feelings. Hrm... y'know, I wonder how good he is with that shovel of his..."
While the first impression wasn't the best one, Godschild does grudgingly respect Tomas, and sees that he's not some hapless nomad. Of course, he really does wonder what his M.O. is, and is patiently watching and waiting.
- Noranti
"... I need more crackers."
Seriously, he's going to need more crackers. Noranti kinda bothers him, but he's dealt with worse (and crazier), so he hopes that food bribes and not getting in her way will keep him from drawing too much attention.
[edit] Character Notes
- For the record, Godschild (and his family in general) is so racially mixed that he's basically Just Human.
- He seems to have a large stockpile of World War 2-era C-Rations, which are STILL edible... somewhat.
- Godschild prefers to use a compound bow over a firearm, mostly because arrows are whisper-quiet... and he's terrible with a gun anyway.
- You need leather clothes? He's your man. He can hunt, skin and tan just about any creature, and knows how to detox and prepare most of the more poisonous creatures.
