Harrier the Harried

"To me, home is where I feel I won't get murdered." Harrier, about his run-down abode.

A self-appointed guide looking for suck... customers he can help. Everyone in Firstown's Entrance Quarters knows Harrier, though he himself doesn't know a lot of people. No family, no money, and no future await him at his little shack near the wall. That doesn't mean he'll sit on his butt and do nothing to fix it.
Harrier used to be a guard, but an injury on his right hand prevents him from holding a sword again. That is why he turned to using hs legs instead, walking back and forth through time either helping merchants take their bearrings or rellaying messages like a Demon Traveler if he finds someone able to hire him.
Harrier came to know Firstown's every nook and slimy cranny through his... works. He also happened to surprise some criminal activities unwillingly, garnering the hire of small time thugs. Thankfully, the few friends Harrier can remember have a good sway on the city's underground. That doesn't mean the ever hounded Harrier never looks over his shoulder however.

Current Location

Firstown

Species

Human

Ethnicity

Midlander

Year of Birth

526 AS 31 Years old

Gender

male

Hair

Bald