History:
Benbil Loud-feet is the favorite son of one of the
wealthiest families
in Vinburough,
a fair-sized community of halflings, known for thier excellent wine,
and grapes.
In Vinburough, the shiriffs (a combination of police officer and town
guard) are
chosen by lot from among all the young men of the village. Benbil has just
recently completed
his term as a shiriff. Unfortunately, he has very little interest in
the family
business. He was extremely bored and unhappy, until one day, when the
year's shipment
of wine went out to The City. Benbil convinced his family to allow
him to go with
the shipment, and so riding into The City on a cart laden with his
family's excellent
wine Benbil found what he'd been missing. He was amazed at all
the Big People,
and all the sights and sounds of the city, quickly deciding they were
much more interesting
than fields and vinyards back home. Since then, Benbil has
headed out
with every shipment that he can, much to the annoyance of his parents.
Benbil retains the traditional Halfling's love of the good life, good food,
good
drink, and
warm beds.But, he prefers the noise and crowds of a city to the peacefull
but dull lifestyle
of his hometown. He has finally decided to permantly leave
Vinburough,
taking with him his inheritance (given to him early, his parents are
still alive
and well, but were sick of him lazing around the house bored and
miserable.
They were happy to see him leave) Along with a sword and suit of armor
(both heirlooms,
gifts given to his great-great-grandfather by the dwarves who the
family used
to deal with), he bears a small stash of money, and several skins of
the family
wine. He also carries a cheap wooden flute which he prizes highly. It was
given him by
a cute barmaid who he met on his first visit to the land of the "Big
People" He
hopes to start a life as a merchant, and sets out for the capital of Springfield.
Appearance:
Benbil is a 3'8", and 64lb halfling. He has blue eyes, and a mop of
dirty-blonde
hair on his haid, and more on the tops of his bare feet. He's thin for
a
halfling, having
not yet developed the characteristic potbelly of good living. He is well
tanned from
his many journeys outside, travelling from town to town. He has an
impish grin,
and is often mistaken for a child playing warrior. Underneath a studded
leather jacket
and pants, or when relaxing in a good tavern, Benbil wears an elegant
white wool
shirt, embroidered with his family's mark. On his legs he wears coarse
blue pants.
On a string around Benbil's neck hangs a cheap wooden flute. Often,
Benbil is heard
long before he's seen, tooting offkey and arythmically on his prized
instrument.