Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2013 17:57:08 GMT -6
Name: Nikläus (NEEK-loyss) Bekar
Class: Thief
Hair Color: Dirty Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 25
Appearance:
Coming in at 5'6" standing straight, 5'4" with his usual slouch, Nikläus is an averagely built man, though rather gaunt. He tries to keep his long hair tied back in order to see what he's doing, but it often comes free and falls shaggily about him.
Clothes:
Nikläus is typically seen wearing a simple dark purple shirt, brown jacket, long black pants and a pair of black boots, calf-high. His blood tends to have trouble reaching his fingers, prompting him to wear leather gloves at all times, excepting when he "works."
Born in: Bern
Story:
Nikläus was born to an average foot soldier of Bern's army. While his father and previous generations had never achieved any sort of fame among the ranks, they were proud of their history. It was expected for each son to join the military, and that's exactly what Nikläus was forced into: following in his father's footsteps, and his father's before him. Nik's father constantly drove him to work harder. No drill was done properly, no swing of the blade was ever quite right.
While Nikläus was not particularly weak, he was generally weaker than most of the other recruits he was with, causing them to often pick on him. Punches, shoves, words, and often thievery. One day, when he was fifteen, Nikläus awoke to find that his sword had been taken from his bed-side and hidden by one of the other boys. Already almost late for morning PT, he hurried off to the training grounds with a heavy heart. Desperate to find some way to avoid punishment for unpreparedness, Nikläus came upon a great opportunity and a huge risk. He found another recruit on his way to the grounds who had stopped to relieve himself. Drawing his small dagger, Nikläus crept up behind the boy and, with careful movements, managed to slice through the belt around his waste. Nikläus ran for his life, fearing he would be noticed, but he was not. He managed to affix the scabbard and sword to his own belt and only received a minor beating for being late to training.
As time went on, Nikläus began to practice his newfound talent on the other recruits, managing to lift things such as money, weapons, food. Finally deciding that this was his fate, he abandoned the path of the soldier and fled the camp under cover of darkness, setting out to become a mercenary and professional thief.
Nikläus's mother had died in childbirth. After his father described to him how bloody the birth process was and how much pain he had put his mother through, Nikläus vowed to never put a woman through such pain and has remained chaste to this day.
Class: Thief
Hair Color: Dirty Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 25
Appearance:
Coming in at 5'6" standing straight, 5'4" with his usual slouch, Nikläus is an averagely built man, though rather gaunt. He tries to keep his long hair tied back in order to see what he's doing, but it often comes free and falls shaggily about him.
Clothes:
Nikläus is typically seen wearing a simple dark purple shirt, brown jacket, long black pants and a pair of black boots, calf-high. His blood tends to have trouble reaching his fingers, prompting him to wear leather gloves at all times, excepting when he "works."
Born in: Bern
Story:
Nikläus was born to an average foot soldier of Bern's army. While his father and previous generations had never achieved any sort of fame among the ranks, they were proud of their history. It was expected for each son to join the military, and that's exactly what Nikläus was forced into: following in his father's footsteps, and his father's before him. Nik's father constantly drove him to work harder. No drill was done properly, no swing of the blade was ever quite right.
While Nikläus was not particularly weak, he was generally weaker than most of the other recruits he was with, causing them to often pick on him. Punches, shoves, words, and often thievery. One day, when he was fifteen, Nikläus awoke to find that his sword had been taken from his bed-side and hidden by one of the other boys. Already almost late for morning PT, he hurried off to the training grounds with a heavy heart. Desperate to find some way to avoid punishment for unpreparedness, Nikläus came upon a great opportunity and a huge risk. He found another recruit on his way to the grounds who had stopped to relieve himself. Drawing his small dagger, Nikläus crept up behind the boy and, with careful movements, managed to slice through the belt around his waste. Nikläus ran for his life, fearing he would be noticed, but he was not. He managed to affix the scabbard and sword to his own belt and only received a minor beating for being late to training.
As time went on, Nikläus began to practice his newfound talent on the other recruits, managing to lift things such as money, weapons, food. Finally deciding that this was his fate, he abandoned the path of the soldier and fled the camp under cover of darkness, setting out to become a mercenary and professional thief.
Nikläus's mother had died in childbirth. After his father described to him how bloody the birth process was and how much pain he had put his mother through, Nikläus vowed to never put a woman through such pain and has remained chaste to this day.
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