Justin Sane

Phy. Description: Standing 5'9", hazel eyes, 145 pounds. Light olive tanned skin from the sun. Hair is black; cut is a dreaded mohawk Men. Description: Very well disiplined, hard working & dedecated to what he is involved in. He only had a few childhood friends, but even after childhood, the only real friend he considered was his father. He does fear of being out of his comfort zone though; mainly caused by the fact that Haven is all he knows. Bio: Justin was born in a small farmhouse on the outskirts of Haven. He grew up well disiplined & worked hard for his father & for his family's farm. The family made a decent living selling livestock and feed, but Justin wanted nothing to do with being a merchant. His father is a retired adventurer & was a master of arms, he was a Weapon Master. Justin wanted nothing more then to follow his fathers footsteps. This has been his dream since he was a child. His father taught him the art of swordplay & most importantly how to parry successfully. He was always told that the best offense was playing defense. Justin couldnt get a grasp on this concept until he hit adolecents. No wonder his father use to beat him in mock fights without doing a single thing. At 18, while most of his friends were joining the local militia, Justin would spend all of his free time practicing and developing new techniques with his sword. His father saw great potential in him and thought it would of been a shame to see his natural talent wasted on the militia. All they ever did was stand around and act like they were guarding something. Granted the local militia has done their part in keeping Haven as safe as possible, but the fact remained that Justin's father believed that Justin was meant for more then patrolling here and there, standing around, and occasionaly fighting off a group of bandits or what have you. Justin too did not want to join the militia like most other men did, but he knows of nothing else. All he knows his family, the farm, Haven, & the militia. After 3 years of avoiding it all, Justin finaly went to his father to discuss the matter of joining the militia even though he clearly didnt want to. Justin was shocked to find out that his father was not going to force him, or even discuss joining the militia. He was even more awe-struck to find out that his father wanted him to go and make his own life, his own adventures, his own home and his own family. After a few weeks of preperation, including extra swordplay lessons from the Master, obtaining the nessacary supplies & maps, Justin was ready. Ready for whatever was to come his way, wherever life was going to lead him, he was going to be ready.