Full name: Peter J. Sartre
Age: 22
Occupation: Cocky Bastard

The middle child of three siblings, Peter began life as a farmer. But, unlike the drunken dwarven hockey-loving colonies to the north, health care was not free in the country states, which were eventually decimated by the black death, aka the bubonic plague. His family moved to the city to escape the horrific pus-related death which happened to involve boils. Not pleasant. But being peasants, the three had to find jobs of some sort, or go back to picking up cow crap in field while the prospect of horrific disease shortly followed by long, painful, drawn out, smelly corpse death loomed over their heads. You aren't reading this, are you? The Eldest child turned to a life of crime and evil overlordness. The youngest child is unknown to this day. Peter, however, became a drifter. Which is why his current residence involves a giant talking statue, and the chance of being eaten alive.

Peter lacks common sense.