Omer

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STATS
Name: Omer
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Race: Half Elf
Class: Warrior

Description: Omer is a fair man with a slender build and a tall stature due to his Elven heritage. His head is shaven except for a single patch of long blonde hair that he braids. Omer has bright blue eyes and a severe mien. When not wearing armour, he still favours heavy materials that would provide some protection in times of need.
Personality: Omer is a strict man who follows rules and who understands the importance of daily training. In another life he would have made a brilliant commander but as a half elf he finds himself somewhat lacking in a country to fight for. The Elves don't trust him, the humans don't trust him.... which means he's basically a well-trained mercenary. The highest bid will buy his services but they will also have his loyalty as long as they can pay. Omer prefers to keep busy with work, when he does have free time he usually camps out (saving money) and travels to another locale. His dream is to save up enough money to buy enough land that he can govern himself.  
Enjoys: fine vintages, saving money
Skills:
     *Fighting Style: Staff-fighting
     *Fighting Style: Projectiles
     *Endurance
     *Enhanced hearing/Telepathic sensitivity

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STORY
Omer doused the fire and prepared to move on. He'd packed his bedding, had broken his fast with some coffee he'd brewed over the fire and was now ready to start a day of marching. His last job had left him some money but it had quickly become clear that the lord employing him was fully intent on doublecrossing the mercenary. And Omer was no fool. But he also wasn't a thief. Although in fairness he should have walked away with more than he had. Omer vowed to find a better employer next time.
Trecking through forest, following a river and stopping to train and eat or rest every few hours meant that his progress was slow but he'd be able to keep it up while also keeping an eye open for interesting developments and good hunting spots. At one such resting place, Omer heard a rustling that seemed like a decent-sized animal was in the vicinity.
Omer got up slowly and advanced, his blade drawn and his senses taught.
"I like Ambitious man." a thought suddenly entered his mind.
Omer looked around. He was no stranger to hearing things whispered too far away. He'd always chalked it up to his elf heritage but in a forest without anyone in sight it was not something he'd been expecting. Omer advanced with caution, but the origin of the words came for him.
"I want a country too." the yellow creature with brown fur and tan feathers said, this time out loud, though clearly it could read thoughts. His thoughts.
"You broadcast." the miffed reply came, "I hear."
The Terigon, Migeyen, stood before Omer, reaching up to half his thigh. With his goofy smile, large blue eyes and chubby cuteness, he should not have looked dangerous. But Omer had trained himself to be wary, paranoid even. This creature was here so it could survive. And it was clearly smart and sentient.
Migeyen purred in response, "Ambitious man smart. I join you."
"Okay?"
Better to have an ally than an enemy Omer figured.

STATS
Name: Migeyen
Gender: Male
Species: Terigon
Parents: Ehone x Eshoush
Genetic Code: Ss E3E4 WW TT Y2Y2 C3C6 Ll X1X5 Uu I2I8 nn P6P6 R3R4 Aa (Wildcard: Cheetah)
Origin: Nidus Caeligenus
Adult Height: 2’1” at the shoulder
Abilities: 
     *Telepathy
     *Teleportation
     *Verbal Speech

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BOND
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