Name of Character in The World- Caraba

Name of Real World Player- Olin Amerman

Age- 23 and 23

Class- Heavy Axe

Eye color- Hazel

Hair color- Light Blonde

Height- 7'-2"

Clothing- Caraba wears a pair of loose, green cloth pants and a slightly light brown sleeveless shirt he keeps tucked in. Around his waist, he has a leather belt with a metal plate hanging on each side that protects the upper part of the outside of his legs. Binding his pant legs shut are a pair of tough leather boots with several quarter inch thick iron bands riveted to them. He also wears a normal iron breastplate, strapped tightly over his shoulders and around his sides, with simple brown leather gloves with wide cuffs. All of this fits over a very lightly tanned and toned muscular caucasian frame. The hair is tied back, but fairly short, so it stays nicely under a banded iron helm that covers the back of the neck and ears, but leaves everything under the nose exposed in the front. His most distinct mark is a dark green tattoo of a tree that runs from his neck down, with roots at his feet and branches that wind around his arms.

Personality- Generally thoughtful and friendly, but with a tendency to use objective lessons when he wants to teach someone a lesson and a strong sense of justice. He will only put his helm when he sees a fight coming; in combat, Caraba will always take the first hit.

Weapon/Armor and Skills- Head – Bandanna (Repth)
Arm – Wristbands (Juk Rom)
Body – Leather Coat (Gan Zot)
Feet – Sandals
Hatchet (Axel Pain)

It was a snowy day, after the last harvest they could do for the season. There was still plenty left on the trees, but Olin had long since learned the hard way that it was better to leave something for the animals, otherwise they would raid the silo again like last time. He wasn't a big man, but he wasn't small either, and in great shape from his work. It had been a long standing tradition that no machines could be used in the orchard for harvesting, planting, or watering, so even though he had inherited the business, he was constantly helping the other workers, all from the surrounding area, get things done. The problem was now, when the weather turned and he couldn't do anything but order next season's stock, assuming the plants didn't seed the ground themselves, which they did this year. Letting out a heavy sigh, he just pictured how boring it was going to be this time, with nothing but cleaning to get done all winter.

"Oh, come on, not again. Is it really so bad that you have to relax for a few months this time around? You should be happy the business has done so well."

The voice, soft and patient, belonged to the woman that was shaking the snow off her coat next to the door. As the pile grew, she turned and looked at Olin, showing her disappointment in the fact that his disposition hadn't improved much. Putting the coat back on, she grabbed his and tossed it over, then smiled sweetly.

"Lets go, we're getting you something from the store in town."

Confused and curious, he barely had time to pull his arm through a sleeve before she grabbed him and half dragged him, hopping into his boots, out the door. A short time later, they were back home, with Olin sitting in front of his computer and the woman leaning over him, pointing out this and that. Once the installation was finished, he got to making the character.

"And...there! That should do it."

Scanning the player, the woman smirked playfully and poked him in the back of his shoulder.

"Well, I like it, even if you did still manage to to find a way to squeeze your work into it somehow. This should keep you from getting cabin fever, but don't spend all day on it, you'll hurt your eyes."

As he looked around the root town of Mac Anu, Olin had to agree. If he was going to fight off boredom, something like The World would be perfect, especially with the goggles she had insisted he buy with it, claiming they made the game that much better. Spinning around slowly and picking her up in a powerful hug, he gave her a quick kiss and put her down, still holding her close.

"Why haven't I married you yet?"

"Because I'm still waiting for you to ask me the right way."

Meanwhile, the remains of a snow pile slowly finished melting next to the door.