Xain Lungberg [Veigue Alt]

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Name: Xain Lungberg

Class: Yeoman

Age: 29

Born in: Nabata, a small village near the sea.

Appearance: Despite his age, Xain could pass off as a man just entering adulthood, as his young appearance could fool the average person. Given his laid back demeaor, he doesn't particularly care at all if he looks like an old man or some hyperactive kid. It's perhaps his clothing and such that tells that he's definitely far away from being so young, having somewhat of a muscular frame hidden underneath his rather...unique garbs. Standing at a rather lofty height, he towers over average height men, at least and uses that to his advantage sometimes. His light-brown hair used to be much longer when he was a little younger, but due to certain circumstances, he now keeps it cut short. He's well adjusted with his clothing and he finds them to be the most comfortable set he's been graced to wear. He often switches between that and set of robes to switch things up every once in a while.

Since he wields two different weapon types, he keeps his sword in the sheath on his side while he keeps his trusty bow attached to his back when it's time for combat...at little different compared to most who kind of has that in reverse, but Xain liked being different. As he likes to say, "Being normal sucks"...even if it was something as trivial as where you keep your equipment. He maintains the quiver for his arrows on the opposite side of his sword on his belt, finding that it was much easier and faster to draw an arrow from the side compared to the quiver being stuck on your back.

Personality: At first glance, he could kind of come off as someone who simply doesn't care about anything or anyone around him...but that was really just a mask he set up to avoid dealing with crazy people in general. By the time he's first spoken to, that's...somewhat dropped, as he's truly friendly with his half-laid back, half-serious attitude. Living life the way he has, he's come to not stick his nose where it doesn't belong and keeping his distance from others most of the time helps distinguish between a good and bad apple. Though whether or not his judgment is correct, he doesn't hesitate with talking to take a risk, which makes up for being on edge about that particular...thing entirely. He displays somewhat of a broad and wild sense of humor, and that could be considered as one of his positive traits.

He's also a little smarter than he lets on, preferring to also mask that behind his words. His reasoning...well, sometimes letting people know you aren't dumb could be for the worst and he'd rather they throw something simple and easy at him out of underestimating him to catch them off-guard in the act...towards anything in general. Whether it's combat, speaking, etc. There was no shame in playing around a little if it wasn't something too serious, which is what he was able to balance out perfectly. He has an uncanny ability to know when to open his mouth and how...and also to know when it's appropriate to shut up. This causes people to either love or hate him, either of which he doesn't care much at all about. Or at least, that's what he wants you to believe. Deceiving his enemies allowed him to pick up on how to handle keeping his secrets...as unorthodox as that may be.

However, all of Xain's quirks and odd habits are all good-natured, as most of the time, he means no harm behind his words if they happen to come off as rude. He's at least capable of relaying that message to people without opening his mouth most of the time. If time calls for it and he has the luxury of goofing around, he'll goof. However, he knows full well by now that when time calls for much more pressing matters, he drops the clown act and gets to work, as he couldn't afford to play around when work was involved.

Story: As much as he jokes around now, Xain wasn't very "laid" back as a child. For as far back as he could remember, he was raised only by his grandmother, Sharelle Lungberg. He held zero knowledge of his parents, and his lovely grandmother didn't really bother to talk about them at all, hence the young boy decided not to care too much about them himself. For all he could have known, they may have been completely across Elibe somewhere else unrelated, or dead. His grandmother was still around her late-forties when he was born, so she was still a tad young enough to be his mother at the time, hence what she tricked everyone into believing until she eventually gave up the act sometime ago when Xain was a teen. Her reasons...he didn't even know.

Due to his grandmother's influence, Xain began to pick up on her traits, though didn't exactly inherit them completely until much later. As a teenager, he was allowed to roam free in their little port town, adventuring and having as much fun as he pleased. The village was quite tranquil, much to the surprise of visitors, as it was the last thing you'd expect from a town at the very edge of the land and by the sea. A town that was expected to be active...wasn't very active. Not too many ships needed to port there other than the obvious ones for goods, so the young boy had a lot of room to play around. Though it was quite hard to be a "kid" there considering most of the other children around were either too cheerful to his liking or closed in at home, which was quite boring and disappointing. Eventually, he began to develop a rather serious outlook on everything at a young age, having nothing else better to waste his time with.

By the time he was around sixteen, Sharelle began to show minor signs of a sickness that would slowly worsen as she grew even older. Given that the people and herself weren't very knowledgeable about sickness other than common colds, they had no reliable methods of a cure. They had several doctors that claimed to have "cured" her, but days later, she'd just get sick again. It wasn't until then that one doctor proposed that she just took some medicine to relieve her pain altogether, but unable to rid of it entirely. She was fine with this, but Xain was able to tell that this medicine was quite expensive and there was no way she could pay for it, since it eventually prevented her from working. So he decided he needed to find some sort of job that would give him constant money to pay for it himself...without his grandmother's approval, as she worried for him too much.

During his childhood, he picked up swordsmanship as a hobby, but after his grandmother's sickness, he practiced much more seriously, all for her sake. He wanted to use the skills he developed for a career as a sword for hire, but there was no way he was ready. A mercenary who lived in his town took him under his wing and even set him up for plenty of jobs he could handle. Over the course of time as he grew a little more older and wiser, he felt that these jobs weren't enough, and his grandmother's medicine was getting more expensive as time passed. Doctor had to make his money somehow...which angered him, but he chose not to battle it for granny's sake. He then came up with an idea...staying in Nabata wasn't going to give him the money he needed, so he set out for the rest of Elibe to lend his services to more people at the age of nineteen. He was also forced to hire a nurse to watch over his grandmother when he was away from home, requiring a little more gold to keep her hired.

His life at first was quite typical of the average mercenary that traveled the continent, and every opportunity he'd get when he sent letters to Sharelle, he'd send her 90% of the total gold he earned, while the rest was just to fill his belly and other necessities. It hurt to only pay her a visit very seldom since he had to keep working, but if he had to do it to keep her alive, then he'd just have to stay in contact the old fashion way. He even took jobs like being hired as a temporary soldier from small armies that needed a few extra men for their dirty work. Though within his line of work, he was bound to make a few enemies along the way. A little gang of three called the "Mac Brigade" were a group of sellswords that had a very nasty attitude, and Xain was apparently getting in the way of their jobs...and even taking potential jobs FROM them and doing it better angered them unintentionally.

When they first confronted each other in a brawl, Xain defeated them rather...easily considering each of them individually weren't very skilled and their team work was quite sloppy. Over time, they just became his punching bags when they'd harass, or even try to kill him. He couldn't really take them seriously. Really, even though they were literally trying to take him out the picture, Xain somewhat appreciated them...in a weird way. It allowed him to have some "fun" while out in the world trying to keep his grandmother in good health. If it wasn't for playing around with them, he wouldn't have picked up on his humorous and laid back side of himself...traits that his grandmother possessed as well. From that point on, he maintained a good balance of serious and fun and enjoyed it quite a lot.

Around the time he was twenty-five years old, he was temporarily hired for another job from a small army in Pherae, as he volunteered to accompany them for a march towards a bandit stronghold when they needed to tackle the local troublemakers with a small group while he just happened to be in the area. They didn't need the help, but thankfully the leader of the group was generous enough to let him help out, especially considering how friendly Xain was. After brutally crushing the bandits, the soldier and Xain began to grow a little friendship and invited him over for dinner with his wife. It was then where Xain was interested in the man's marksmanship and wanted to learn how to use a bow himself. Given that the man was friendly as well and didn't mind, Xain stayed in a small Pherae village for as long as it took to learn the basics and have enough knowledge to hone his marksmanship on his own. Years later after he bid farewells, using the bow became much more easier to handle as he had more experience with it, though his sword arm still held dominance. He continued on with his life as a mercenary like normal.

...However, on present day, something rather unexpected happened. He made his twenty-ninth birthday on the same day and he didn't expect the Mac Brigade to give him a "present" after he came back exhausted from a very difficult job. The Macs surprised him when he was resting 1/4 of a mile away from the port town he took the previous job, and since he was quite fatigued, he couldn't fight them off as easily as he could. That, and it seemed like they actually got better with their team work over the years. Before he knew it, he was covered in cuts and other wounds that he didn't expect them to inflict. Since he wasn't that badly injured at the time, he made a break for it back towards the town, as he was at least still fast enough in his condition to out run all of them.

By the time he made it within the town, he figured he was safe until the Mac brigade were bold enough to chase him throughout the town. This obviously caught the attention of the people in the streets as they all dashed through. As he finally made it to far end of the town, they cornered him at the port and the leader of the gang even managed to inflict a much deeper wound near his stomach, though didn't hit him anywhere vital. With nowhere else to go, he opted for running onto a docked ship that was about to take off. The Macs could have caught him easily, but some of the townsfolk knew Xain because of his help from earlier, and the town militia also intervened at the last minute to stop them. If Xain would have known they'd be stopped, he wouldn't have hopped on the ship...but everything else after that, it was a total blank as the ship took off.

[Emil Aurion]

Accepted.