Bryce Rowlands
Mar 2, 2013 21:47:53 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2013 21:47:53 GMT -6
Name: Bryce Rowlands.
Class: Mercenary.
Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Grey.
Age: 28.
Appearance: A rather rugged man, neither particularly handsome nor ugly, his only remarkable features are his strong, steel-grey eyes. His skin is light in tone, and his hair is short. His smile is often quite warm. He has the look of a man who has been in a fight, but not many, and the toning of his muscles suggests a man more used to hard labour than swinging a sword. Long hours at the forge give him a rather chesty cough at times, making his voice slightly raspy yet not particularly aggressive.
Personality: An honest man who prefers to be straightforward and to-the-point, he is calm and rather humourless at times, taking jokes quite literally. He admires hard work and loathes laziness and loutishness. He does, having been a blacksmith and having bartered in the past, have an eye for a good deal. He does possess courage, though his belief in himself as a fighter is rather limited, and he tends to be braver around his friends than he is alone. He is proud of his heritage as a smith, and of his knowledge of weapons and armour.
Clothes: Leather armour, nothing particularly fancy, along with a couple of shirts, both of decent quality.
Weapons: A slim sword. A blade he made himself, it is not particularly strong or threatening, and has no decoration whatsoever on it
other than the initials "B.R" in the hilt. It is clear that this blade was crafted with love and care.
Born in: Illia.
Story:
"So, you wanna hear my story, eh? Any particular reason? I s'pose it's somethin' to pass the time. I were a blacksmith in Illia when I were a kid, as was my father, an' his father before him. He taught me everythin' I knew about blacksmithin', my dad, and when the day came when he passed, I took over the business. So there I was, making weapons for sell-swords when all of a sudden the war with Bern starts! Well, I tried to sign up but they didn't take me, sayin' I was more valuable makin' weapons than swinging a sword. Ironic now, eh? So I spent the war at the forge, churnin' out weapons and armour. An honest trade, at least, and an important one too, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
When the war was won, I decided to pack up and move to Bern, where I thought the trade would be better. That, and the land's a lot warmer. Rather not spend my winter's wondering' if I'm goin' to make it through. All were well an' good until some villagers decided tha' they didn't want a Blacksmith in town anymore. They burned down my shop, sayin' that the weapons I'd made were used to kill their families. So, I decided to leave the village, with nothin' more than what I could carry with my rucksack. See this blade? This is the only blade I have now. Of course, it's not the best blade, not by far. But I love her to bits. You know why? I'll give you some advice, my lad. Always love and care for your weapons and armour - they never betray ye'."
"So, you wanna hear my story, eh? Any particular reason? I s'pose it's somethin' to pass the time. I were a blacksmith in Illia when I were a kid, as was my father, an' his father before him. He taught me everythin' I knew about blacksmithin', my dad, and when the day came when he passed, I took over the business. So there I was, making weapons for sell-swords when all of a sudden the war with Bern starts! Well, I tried to sign up but they didn't take me, sayin' I was more valuable makin' weapons than swinging a sword. Ironic now, eh? So I spent the war at the forge, churnin' out weapons and armour. An honest trade, at least, and an important one too, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
When the war was won, I decided to pack up and move to Bern, where I thought the trade would be better. That, and the land's a lot warmer. Rather not spend my winter's wondering' if I'm goin' to make it through. All were well an' good until some villagers decided tha' they didn't want a Blacksmith in town anymore. They burned down my shop, sayin' that the weapons I'd made were used to kill their families. So, I decided to leave the village, with nothin' more than what I could carry with my rucksack. See this blade? This is the only blade I have now. Of course, it's not the best blade, not by far. But I love her to bits. You know why? I'll give you some advice, my lad. Always love and care for your weapons and armour - they never betray ye'."
Otherwise it'd make for a rather boring read as its quite small. ^^
