Name: Vemo Atiakis
Mug:

Sprite: (standard Thracia archer sprite I guess)
Class: Archer Trainee -> Archer -> Sniper
Character Skill: Maturity (+5% progression to all)
Affinity:
Personal Fault: Big Frame: All defensive terrains grant 5 Evasion less.
Personal Skill: Special Crankin' Tech: When wielding Crossbows, +2 DMG.
//Personal Skill: Them Puny Missiles!: When attacked at range 2 or greater, +2 DEF.
////Personal Skill: They Shall Be Dead: When in 3 tile radius of 3 enemies, +10 Crt.
Preferred Stats: SKL, DEF
Weapon Profs: Bows (E)
Total Level: 1
Level: 1
Progression: 370%
HP: 16 (85%)
STR: 4 (15%)
MAG: 1 (5%)
SKL: 5 (45%)
LCK: 2 (45%)
CON: 4 (+2)
AID: 3
DEF: 3 (55%)
RES: 1 (+2) (60%)
SPD: 4 (60%)
MOV: 4
Bio:
Vemo's parents were your standard peasant couple from neighbouring villages in rural Ludoh who once met, had haystack fun and got married few months later. They had two healthy kids, Agra and Eton, and then the third kid whose name was Vemo. And Vemo was, sadly, cursed with terrible body issues from early age.
As Vemo grew, his parents noticed that he was getting odd and misshapen with each passing year. His hands were weaker than others and shorter also. His neck was uncannily short and his nose was becoming an ugly bulge. His height increased way too much than the other kids, and by age of ten he was already five feet tall. Vamo was unsuited for menial work, and his big body demanded more and more food. His parents knew that it wasn't his fault, but they couldn't keep him around, as their farm needed laborers and he was simply a burden.
At age of fifteen, Vemo, already six feet tall and with over two hundred pounds of bone and flesh, began traveling around the lands, trying to make a living. By stroke of luck, he once helped an old man repair his cottage's roof. That old man let him stay at his home for few weeks. That's when Vemo discovered that this old man was a veteran, long retired, and that he was a crossbowman once. Vemo was taught how to operate and how to pull the crossbow string well even with his soft hands.
Now, ten years after that, Vemo is a giant well above seven feet tall and with proper increased mass coming along with it. He scares some people with his misfigured body so he often wears a long, thick coat with a hood, under which he hides his twisted self, and his trusted crossbow. He never visited his hometown and thus has no knowledge of how his family is doing nowadays, but he believes they're better off without him around.