Bission Houma
[ A B O U T ]
Name: Bission Houma
B-Day: 09/21
Age: 18
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 202lbsn
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Ice Orange
Skin: Tanned
Sex: Male
Birthplace: Unknown
Family: Biological parents unknown, Adoptive parents deceased
Ocupation: Indefinite (experience farming/cooking)
Weapons: 8'10" Wooden pole, steel fighting gloves/boots, cooking knife
[ B I O ]
Born in a family too poor to support him, Bission was put up for
adoption and taken in by a family that was not much better off. His new home
was a small farming community, most of the people there were aged- he was
the only child for miles. His adoptive parents were old, and as soon as he
was seven he was put to work on the farm for twelve hours a day. Well into
his adolescence, his adoptive parents had aged to the point where they could
not work on the farm, and when Bission could not maintain the farm alone he
was forced to sell it to a fraction of its size and devote his time to
caring for the two. He waited on them hand and foot until they were claimed
by disease, then he once again sold a large portion of the farm until it was
just enough to feed himself. He would tend it for half a day, then help out
the other farmers nearby. Finally, in the summer before he turned 17, he
decided to move on with his life, to see the world, meet others his age, and
find out if he was truly happy. He packed light-
taking with him only a few handfuls of Gil, the clothes on his back, and
parting gifts given to him by the other farmers, which was his metal gloves
and his pole. Bission sold the remainders of his farm, and set out for an
adventure, hoping to apply in the real world the skills he had learned in
his childhood.
[ D E S C R I P T I O N ]
Bission, after nearly a decade of gruelling life on a farm,
grew tall and healthy, developed firm muscle, and tanned under the duress of
the hot sun. Generally mild-tempered, an aura of calm is apparent in all his
actions, from a reluctant kindness toward strangers to mid-fight
provocations. His tanned body is covered in small scars with the exception
of a huge, deep scar running across his right shoulder. He considers this
scar to be lucky, on the basis that "what dosen't kill you makes you
stronger." In his demeanor he is kind and patient. However, if you are not
his closest friend, the only thing you will know from him is his opinion. He
mostly lies to escape from unimportant situations.
[ A T T I R E ]
Dresses for comfort and ease of movement. From top to bottom, he
wears a black bandana around his neck, a worn, very light gray muscle shirt,
and faded avocado colored work pants, which are loose fitting. His brown
work gloves are plated with a metal alloy, giving them amazing protection
properties. In hand to hand combat, he often uses them for kicks and blade
grasping.
