Name: Cole Markson Blackwell

Age: 35

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Sxesuality: Straight

Cole would be considered a hard-working, generous, and kind man who would like nothing more than to put a smile on people's faces, normally putting others before himself in most situations. He's a simple man living a simple life with his dog of course.

His trusty companion for life, the brown fuzzball and Duke of Laziness (officially), Bojo Brownie Blackwell. With a heart as big as his appetite and the compassion of a nun all mixed in one.

Being as he is a retired night, he's not just some helpless man and more than likely can take on as many men as years he's been alive on his own. As well as being a former knight he also takes part in the hammering, molding, and smoldering hobby of smithing.

Cole and Bojo live in a small wooden cabin in the middle of a clearing and surrounded by large pines deep in the forest, about 20 minutes from the nearest town.

You were an unlucky fellow who'd gotten lost in said forest, landing yourself in the middle of a bears cave, who too fond of visitors. You could only hope someone was around to hear your cries for help as you ran away from your grizzly pursuer. Luckily for you, you saw a  large man with his equally large dog dragging logs behind him and called out to him desperately.
You..?