Gray Howerfield

Who Am I...

A young man with amnesia.

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My Story Is...

He woke up on the side of the road one day with a horrible headache and no memory of who he was, though a name did come to mind. All he had was the clothes on his back, an empty coin-purse, and a wooden sword.

From that spot he stood and wandered off down the road, randomly choosing the direction.

My Appearance

Somewhat past shoulder length, his gently wavy black hair is pulled into a short ponytail, held by a strand of dark leather. He has a boxy face with gray eyes, clear tanned skin, and a jawline that is more well defined, most likely a young man in his late teenage years or early twenties.

He is currently wearing an off-white linen shirt under a sleeveless brown tunic, fitting trousers of split material, one side green one side brown with a laced front joining the two, and knee high boots. A braided black leather belt is around his waist, holding the wooden scabbard of a nice practice sword and a very silent coin-purse.


Wooden sword – It is darkly stained except for the grip, with edges that had a few chinks and imperfections from use when revealed. It is housed in a plain wooden scabbard.

Coinpurse – A plain brown coin-purse

I Believe...

I will find somewhere to belong