Percival Reed

Name: Percival Louis Reed
Percival means “one who pierces the valley”
Louis means “renowned warrior”
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unknown
Age:  24 years
Occupation: Blacksmith
Nationality: Rhoynish
Current rescidence: Falkreath, homeless

Height: 179 cm
Weight: 70 kg
Build: average
Eyes: blue
Hair: brown
Skin: white
Scars: one from a cut on his right shoulder  

Family:
Charles Reed – father
His father was a drunk, probably because they had a lot of struggles with paying the rent of their house and at the same time keep something to fill their stomachs with. His father was a blacksmith as well, who learned him all the tricks of their profession.

Avery Reed – mother
His mother was a shy woman that never dared to go against the will of her husband. She didn’t do a thing about his drinking because he was a bad drunk and that created a distance in between them. After years she left him for another man and disappeared out of Percival's life.

He has no brothers or sisters and no other family because both of his parents were only children. He always wanted a little sister though, but his mother never managed to be pregnant again.
Likes: rum, making sarcastic jokes, watching the stars and reading them, meat, having some company from time to time although he likes to be alone
Dislikes: getting lost, being a cripple, loving others, snow, people telling him he is a coward, those who see themselves as heroes
Magic: none

Personality: [strong] [agressive] [sarcastic] [sympathetic] [kind] [selfish] [quick temper]

[ misunderstood ] When you first meet Percival he usually portraits himself as a complete jerk. He has a quick temper and gets angry about the easiest things, doesn’t back off for a fight and loves to throw with sarcastic words. All of this is a defense mechanism because he can be a kind person.. if he wants to at least. Percival is a cripple and his family always made him feel as if he was unworthy of living. He went through a lot of effort to keep himself standing, dealing with all the mean comments he got. He was a useless, pathetic human being. After a while he almost started to believe those things, almost drowning in his own self-pity. Deep down he is a good man, but he barely ever shows it to the rest of the world.

History: He was born in Rhoynar, on the island names Cois. His father was a blacksmith and his mother a housewife. When he was only seven years old, his mother left her husband for another man and never bothered to look after her son.
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