Godfrey Longbeard

[Madcombat]

Name: Godfrey Longbeard
Other Names: The old man, the wise old man, the bearded man
Age: 72
Sex (Sex and Gender are different things.): Male
Gender (Ditto): Male
Description: Long tied down Grey Beard | Long messy grey hair | Obviously Old| Brown dirty worn robe | Staff | Wooden Pipe | Red Sash around his waist
Equipment:  Brown dirty worn Robe, Wooden Staff (Used for walking), a wooden pipe for smoking, multiple books (Mostly about stories, legends and history), and red sash.
Spells: No need for spells, this character is all about storytelling and being wise.

Portrait:

Back Story:

It's warm in here, inside this small hut.  The fire still burns so it seems and that's all that a matter for the cold is lurking around the streets.  Nothing to stir the noise but only the small creaking of a rocking chair back and forth it moves.   Smoke rises from the front of the chair, from the pipe of an old man's hand as he flicks he wrist aside along with the pipe.  And then we see it, the hood of the man over his face as he continues to rock back and forth.  It seems the good for nothing hood has not been cleaned for some time and yet the hood has its own scars to bare.  The man's face is scared with the youth of what he once had bestowed before the time.   The book shelf rocks slightly and an elderly voice could only be made out from amongst a mutter.  'It would seem the fools are at it again.'  With that said the man reaches for his staff and grasps the core of it firmly halting the rocking of the chair.  He pulls himself from the chair slowly, the sound of bones not being what they once were.  An slow guide with his staff towards the bookshelf as he reaches along for a book coated in a red leather as he pulls which from the book.  Upon the book a sheet of dust lingers only to be blown away amongst the breath of the old man who then repeatedly to the count of three times brushes his hand against the book cleaning off anything that remains to resist against the man.

I guess we could say dust is much like Crussaria, fools will always scrabble about meaningless things and ignore something of more importance; at least the man believes that.  But he is not a scrooge but a man with no patience for the foolish and ignorant.  Fact is the man is quite a gentle fellow and should not be feared from the children that walk the streets while playing but instead should head his warnings of safety.   Knocking taps against the wooden door of the small comfort of the man's home 'Knocking at Nine O'clock?' sounded the man with an tired yet deep grunt added to the final breath of his words as he taped his staff against the ground whilst moving towards the door.  'Who knocks at this time of day?' he let off with some impatience.   It would be a moment before a small voice of a boy could only let out a voice 'Please sir, tell us about the undead!'  But then the old man hesitated for moment thinking about such vile things.  'These are no stories for children, you should return home to your farther and mothers side at once!'  As he tapped his staffs against the door to only hear the displeasure of the child who left after a quick obedience of 'Yes sir.'  I'd have to give the man this, at first glance from such a scene you might think he would be such an old coot but the truth is he only did not believe such story was really for children, what I could say was in the summer days the man would sit beside a circle of children and adults alike while the warriors sipped their ale to only hear the stories of the "Great Hero" so he created with imagination. 

One might ask me myself, who is this old man?  I couldn't give you any real answer apart from what I know of his old occupation and injury that led to his forever resting place of Ravendale.  But here I am with dribbles while I speak in a long long tongue.  The old man used to be a warrior and then a hunter and one day he encountered a matter he does not speak much of only because he could only say 'I'd be too embarrassed to admit' but a trip led to the failure of his great but now dull legs.  And now the man cannot fight nor does he have the desire to, what he does desire is knowledge that he may pass down to the next generation so they may live on and so he may rest knowing the world will not fall to idiocy but a worthy fight of skill and lesson.  We know they call him Godfrey Longbeard when it is need presented, but we dont know him and his past.  I guess we should always let a man have his secrets.

[Madcombat]

I really wanted a character I could enjoy doing somthing new so enjoy this as much as I hope I enjoy him.

[jaik]

I really wanted a character I could enjoy doing somthing new so enjoy this as much as I hope I enjoy him.

this is a very necessary comment which couldn't be added to the OP.

[KingArthur]

Called post whoring... bro. People's dick size and status depends on that number.

As for the 'old man' ... His description is that... of an ... old man.

[Madcombat]

Yes, he has the description of an old man no?
Also I made a extra post there to reserve the space, rather then adding "SPACE RESERVED" I thought I might as well put something there, I doubt anyone really wants to have to use there itty' bitty finger to move down across the page just to find a new chapter of the characters development now do they?

[Tunddruff]

I used to be quite the storyteller, then I took an arrow in the knee.