Name : Ishmael Primorio
Skills : Hunting, Fishing, Falconry, flute-playing
Age : 26
Personality : Very quiet and usually does not speak unless spoken to first by someone nearby him. He also has a tendency analyze certain things he hears or encounters and usually comes up with at least one theory a day.
Weapon : Rifle with bayonet
Good, Evil, or Neutral? : Neutral
=And then, Ishmael came out of his tudor-style house and walked along the cobblestone path, his head tilted down towards the ground, hands in the pockets of his light brownish-gray overcoat. His hair was long, curly, and blonde with brown highlights, and grayish-blue eyes. He was of average height and weight, although on the muscular side as well. He also had on grayish-brown knee breeches and tight white socks under his breeches and black buckled shoes. Under his coat was a waistcoat and he had to wonder if anything interesting was going to happen today. Yes, he was kind of bored as he walked along the path=