Nomad - Temo Body Alt

Had Temo wound up deciding to live the lonely single life when he was younger, this is what he would've probably ended up doing with himself. =X

Name: Nomad
Nicknames: Nomad
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality: Kindhearted, thoughtful; enjoys helping others however he can
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Brown
Skin color: Bronzed
Likes: Travelling, sightseeing
Hates: Staying indoors for too long
Themesong: Wild ARMs OST - Into the Wilderness
History: 18 years ago, he was born into a loving merchant family. 10 years ago, his family's wagon was attacked by a Fomor-controlled wolfpack while passing through Osna Sail. The wagon fell off the cliff. By some miracle, he survived the fall; but was mortally wounded. He most certainly would have died, were it not for the stranger that came along to rescue him. He couldn't tell who it was either - the man was in a large, heavy robe that hid all his features. Still, whoever it was patched him up and carried him back to Dunbarton where he could get better treatment. It was the last he saw of the man though.

In fact, he didn't even remember him. Among his injuries was severe head trauma, which left him with a terrible case of amnesia. Frightened, hurt, and alone, he went into a panic the moment he awoke the next evening. Nobody was there to keep an eye on him at the time, so he was able to run out of the infirmary without anybody to stop him, and then out of town.

How he managed to survive that night and beyond is a mystery and a blur to him, but he did; and he grew up pretty well, considering he's now a drifting mercenary. "The Nomad" was the callsign given to him by one guild he assisted, and from then on "Nomad" just seemed to stick as a name. He liked it - seeing as he couldn't remember his own name and had little interest in recovering his past; and never bothered to give himself a new one. And so Nomad continues to wander and live life as he sees fit. For better or worse, who knows; but he's happy with it.