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Bucta

Sir Bucta Wolfpine

Name Bucta
Status
Active
Occupation
Squire/Knight of the Order of the Elanor and an Armourer
Age
35
Race
Man
Residence
Bree-Land
Kinship
Outward Appearance
General Appearance: Bucta is actually very much so a looker, the image every woman would imagine their 'Knight in Shining Armour' to be. With his piercing blue eyes and blonde hair that he usually keeps it smoothed to the side or covering his left eye. He sees his face as ugly, bearing two scars over each of his eyes. So he normally shadows his face with his black cowl, keeping it hidden to all except those he trusts. When trying to charm someone, he'll throw out a smile, using his appearance to his advantage.
Weight: 203 lbs
Height: 6'3
Build: Extremely Muscular
Hair Colour: Blindingly Blonde
Eye Colour: Sky Blue
Skin Tone: Caucasian, but very tan.
Scars/Distinguishing Marks: Two scars across his eyes and eyebrows
Behavior: Bucta is normally a calm man, loving some fun and loves drinks at the pub. But to strangers, especially if you met him on a bad note, he is very non-trusting and suspicious. He can grow to like people like that, if they prove themselves to him. To his friends he is a strong man, capable of a lot of things. Almost always you'll see him in his cowl, hating his face with a strong passion. But he will unveil his face to friends or people he trusts, but you have to prove not a threat. One thing that almost cripples him, is his temper, terribly. If you hit him, you might as well start digging your grave.
Quirks:
-He likes to pop his knuckles a lot.
-Sometimes his words get jumbled.
-He has ADHD.
-He always polishes his sword, hating it even having a speck of grime on it.
Religion: Bucta was raised highly religious, but has greatly torn from any religion. But he will not deny the right of any religion.
Education: For being born of a middle-class family, he his very highly educated.
Language: He bears a heavy accent from Rohan, but can speak fluent Elfish and a few words out of many other languages.
Weapon(s): He bears a large, single-handed sword with a heavy shield, and strung over his back he wields a sturdy willow bow.
Position: He has had many, but now serves as a Squire/Knight of the Order of the Elenor.

Background

Bucta hails from the horse land of Rohan, leaving when he was at the ripe age of 15 after his parents were slaughtered in a vicious bandit attack. Managing to grab his brilliant chestnut stallion, Fornarr, he took off. Putting as much distance between himself and the burning homestead as possible. He traveled to Bree-Land, working odd jobs and working at taverns. As he matured, he became more actively working in the combat duties. He would work assassination jobs, raid bandit camps and hunt through different wild areas. All to earn a decent amount of coin.
When he turned the milestone age of 18, he met a woman by the name of Greta Loption. She was a exceptional beauty, brunette hair cascading down her back with sea blue eyes. Being a dancer at the tavern, he naturally saw her many times before he began courting her. After a month or two, the two became engaged, totally in love. Or so Bucta thought. About another month into their engagement, Greta found out she was pregnant. This was all she ever wanted out of him, so one day she left her ring on the mantle and left him.
Sometime after Bucta's 19th birthday, his son, Quincell was born.
This threw Bucta into a deep depression, spending away his money at the taverns, constantly misjudging. Until he was consoled by a close friend, Lady Dieudonnae, who helped through this all after a near suicide. Soon he realized, he needed to move on with life, finding Greta and trying to be a part of Quincell's life. And after about 3 years, he indeed found them. He saw his son, who had earned his fathers blonde hair and his mothers chocolate brown eyes, playing in the meadow right near the horses. So he would walk over and play with him, every time always saying this needed to be 'Their Little Secret'. And it continued for about another year until the young boy's fifth birthday. When he left to go see his father, Greta followed, finding them out quickly and shooing Quincell away. After a heated argument, an angry Bucta left with the threat of her leaving for good, with his son.
So over the next years, Bucta tried to go back to his normal life, earning a mighty reputation as a guard of Aornn's Watch, which it almost killed him again when they failed their duty and Lord Aornn was killed and Lady Dieudonnae was injured. Like she was once for him, he was there for her as he could be. He managed to keep contact with her over the next years, helping her where he could, even as they entered the same Order. The Order of the Elanor. A romance had blossomed with Dieudonnae and him, now being certainly in love, Bucta almost feels complete. Now that Quincell has died, Bucta finds himself yearning for that love that he felt for Quincell, not a love that he cna have with a woman. But with his own flesh and blood. So he is now known as, Bucta Wolfpine, mercenary, assassin, and many more.
Friends
He is now engaged too, Lady Dieudonnae, and mainly sticks around her.
Relatives
Mother: Freda Wolfpine (NPC, Dead) Father: Leonard Wolfpine (NPC, Dead) Fiancée: Dieudonnae Son: Quincell Wolfpine (Dead, killed by Damric)
Rivals/Enemies
Enemies: Damric for many reasons and all of the Exiles
Loves
Dieudonnae, a good tankard of ale, and slaying beasts and bandits.
Hates
Bandits, Disloyalty, Damric, and sometimes he hates mercy.
Motivation
To become a major person and an inspiration for generations to come.
Quotes
"If you hit me, one more time, I'll kill you."~Bucta to Damric "Maybe these feelings didn't come out of nowhere, maybe they were...caged..."~ Bucta to Dieudonnae

Bucta's Adventures

Broken... 11 years 8 months ago
A Strange Interrogation 11 years 8 months ago
The Search for Quincell 11 years 8 months ago
Bucta's Adventures

Bucta's Gallery

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