I have emptied their chamber pots, scrubbed their armor, and made their cabbage soup. Ain't nothin' I'm against doin' coin is coin.
Social Rank: 9
Concept: Commoner Searching for Something
Marital Status: Single
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Grey
Description: He is not a tall man and short by even the most generous of standards. His squat form is crowned with a balding hairline with only a few short hairs littering the top of his head while male pattern baldness has taken over the rest. Self-care never seemed to be a priority and his skin shows wrinkles and varying scars. One would not describe the man as well-kempt or noble. He looks to have toiled and lived a haggard life. There are a few oddities littered about his person. His earlobes are puffy and have encountered extensive damage. His hands and knuckles are gnarled and crack with movement. The man appears in his late forties or early fifties. He has a steel grey eyes and a cluttered countenance.
There is something simmering in the heart of this man. Vitality lingers within where his spirit is strong. Gunter is even kilter but there are cracks in the surface. The man has experienced a recent traumatic loss and he has come in search of what comes next for a man in his mid-fifties. One who still holds the tools and vigor of his less scrupulous youth. He holds tight the memory of his beloved and he seems focused on not betraying her memory.
He is gruff and skeptical of society and life. He has an inherent distrust of Houses and their great interests. He is merely more apt to trust or socialize with those of modest means and social rank. He holds some lingering resentment towards the knightly sorts.
Background: When Gunter was placed on steps of the temple he was just assumed to be an unwanted discard of some unknown unfortunate circumstance. His name was given to him at the orphanage but he never much found any significance in names and never bothered to ask why his was chosen. He could not complain about his upbringing but he was always struck with the wanderlust and Gunter set off to find his fate.
Gunter was bright but his nature sometimes made him seem less so. He was as steady as they come but he was cursed with a touch of being ugly and uncharismatic. As a young man he once had aspirations of service in the faith and in dreams of being a squire. Upon the horizon he held dreams of being a knight but his dreams were shattered when a lower yet vain knight turned him down despite a couple years of service and toil farming the soil of the knight as a teen.
Gunter left the Oathland's and faired some days better than others. He was not a proud man and was not beyond the toil that others might find insulting. Gunter eventually found his way into protection work. He was always tough of chin and heavy of mitt. Never too discerning about his work and even less so about his booze Gunter was through his early thirties half-drunk, half-a-criminal, and a lost cause. It was an uncomely woman, Sally -- that actually took a liking to the brute after a bare knuckle match turned south on the drunken brawler.
Gunter loved Sally. There was nothing greater in the man's heart equal to the comfort of his wife's gentle touch. Gunter left the life of crime and spent the next two decades making honest labor where he could. He would be damned if he ever would serve a Master or bow to some knight but he and Sally scraped by. Sometimes they had to tighten their belts a little more than others but Sally always kept Gunter on the straight and narrow; if not by the thinnest of margins. Sally would cook, clean, and mend to get by while Gunter might get trash, waste disposal, or other labor intensive work.
The night Gunter returned from a merchant protection run and he came home to find his wife already burned to ash and he was told she died of fever two weeks prior.
Gunter was cast adrift and without his compass. He has wandered and worked his way towards the Compact's capital over the last year. Gunter has set out for Arx in search of distance and a means to survive after his loss.