Feren
Apr 17, 2014 19:29:53 GMT -6
Post by Feren on Apr 17, 2014 19:29:53 GMT -6
Name: Feren 'the Blazeborn'
Class: Mercenary
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green, right eye is mostly grey.
Age: 43
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5'6” 223 lbs.
Facial Structure: Squarish, his nose has clearly been broken multiple times and his jaw at least once.
Body Build: Heavily muscled with a wide frame. He does have some fat on him.
Skin: Ruddy complexion. Craggy features. Burn scar on the rear right side of his head, spreading over the right shoulder all the way to the right wrist. His left little and ring fingers are missing. A scar from near the left eye to the left ear, the top half of the left ear is missing. His right palm is scarred by burns, his little and ring fingers fused together at the bottom joint.
Hair/Facial hair: He has red hair, usually kept short. Bald spots around burn scars. He has a beard that is kept short enough to prevent it being grabbed in combat. More hairy than the average human.
Clothes: Rarely walks around without at least some light form of armor on, even when traveling. When he has time to prepare before battle, he wears a steel breastplate over a mail hauberk along with steel spaulders, full gauntlets, elbow and knee guards. Wears an open face helm with occulars, nasal and aventail.
Born in: Ilia
Story: Feren's early life was rather uneventful. His parents, while one a bit eccentric, were normal people. He lived in a small village in Ilia. His father was a smith, producing nails, horseshoes, and other metal products along with the occasional sword or spear. His was a peaceful life, he eventually married a childhood friend at age 17 and they lived happily for a short while. However, Feren always wanted to see more of the world and with each year he felt increasingly trapped in the small village. Eventally, he set out to make his way as a mercenary, against his wife's wishes. His early mercenary years were rough, he was already twenty and had never actually used a sword, or any weapon for that matter. He still found work despite his lack of training and eventually gained enough skill that the mocking stopped at least. His first battle was both terrifying and thrilling for him. A small fight between ten mercenaries and twelve or so bandits. To him it seemed like a large number yet the battle ended quickly. At the end he was still waiting for the blow that would strike him down before his allies called to him, causing him to realize it was over. He had taken a glancing blow to his back that left his first battle scar. After that he fought in numerous skirmishes learning more skills, both traditional and underhanded, to help him survive in battles. He was wounded severely several times but managed to pull through, once losing half of his left hand to redirect an axe swing, another time being struck by arrows during a charge. It was at a defensive tower that he earned his nickname of Blazeborn. He and a group of twenty mercenaries had taken a tower from a group of bandits. After celebrating for a short while a larger group returned, the main force of bandits that had lived there. Feren was caught unaware as a mage set the tower ablaze. As he rushed towards the door, the burning floor under him collapsed. Working on pure adrenaline he grabbed the burning wooden ledge to prevent falling to his death. He dragged himself up and suffered severe burns to most of his right side. He fought his way out of the tower, swinging wildly in a daze of pain and adrenaline. He ran the moment he could, abandoning his fellow mercenaries to escape the battlefield. Had it not been for a priest who had escaped with him, he would have died from his wounds shortly afterward. Since then he has continued his life as normal, wandering from one job to the next.
Class: Mercenary
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green, right eye is mostly grey.
Age: 43
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5'6” 223 lbs.
Facial Structure: Squarish, his nose has clearly been broken multiple times and his jaw at least once.
Body Build: Heavily muscled with a wide frame. He does have some fat on him.
Skin: Ruddy complexion. Craggy features. Burn scar on the rear right side of his head, spreading over the right shoulder all the way to the right wrist. His left little and ring fingers are missing. A scar from near the left eye to the left ear, the top half of the left ear is missing. His right palm is scarred by burns, his little and ring fingers fused together at the bottom joint.
Hair/Facial hair: He has red hair, usually kept short. Bald spots around burn scars. He has a beard that is kept short enough to prevent it being grabbed in combat. More hairy than the average human.
Clothes: Rarely walks around without at least some light form of armor on, even when traveling. When he has time to prepare before battle, he wears a steel breastplate over a mail hauberk along with steel spaulders, full gauntlets, elbow and knee guards. Wears an open face helm with occulars, nasal and aventail.
Born in: Ilia
Story: Feren's early life was rather uneventful. His parents, while one a bit eccentric, were normal people. He lived in a small village in Ilia. His father was a smith, producing nails, horseshoes, and other metal products along with the occasional sword or spear. His was a peaceful life, he eventually married a childhood friend at age 17 and they lived happily for a short while. However, Feren always wanted to see more of the world and with each year he felt increasingly trapped in the small village. Eventally, he set out to make his way as a mercenary, against his wife's wishes. His early mercenary years were rough, he was already twenty and had never actually used a sword, or any weapon for that matter. He still found work despite his lack of training and eventually gained enough skill that the mocking stopped at least. His first battle was both terrifying and thrilling for him. A small fight between ten mercenaries and twelve or so bandits. To him it seemed like a large number yet the battle ended quickly. At the end he was still waiting for the blow that would strike him down before his allies called to him, causing him to realize it was over. He had taken a glancing blow to his back that left his first battle scar. After that he fought in numerous skirmishes learning more skills, both traditional and underhanded, to help him survive in battles. He was wounded severely several times but managed to pull through, once losing half of his left hand to redirect an axe swing, another time being struck by arrows during a charge. It was at a defensive tower that he earned his nickname of Blazeborn. He and a group of twenty mercenaries had taken a tower from a group of bandits. After celebrating for a short while a larger group returned, the main force of bandits that had lived there. Feren was caught unaware as a mage set the tower ablaze. As he rushed towards the door, the burning floor under him collapsed. Working on pure adrenaline he grabbed the burning wooden ledge to prevent falling to his death. He dragged himself up and suffered severe burns to most of his right side. He fought his way out of the tower, swinging wildly in a daze of pain and adrenaline. He ran the moment he could, abandoning his fellow mercenaries to escape the battlefield. Had it not been for a priest who had escaped with him, he would have died from his wounds shortly afterward. Since then he has continued his life as normal, wandering from one job to the next.