Yazer Hans
Jun 10, 2014 20:16:21 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2014 20:16:21 GMT -6
Name: Yazer "Yaz" Hans (pronounced yeah-zer, not YAYzer)
Class: Myrmidon -> Swordmaster
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Age: 23
Born in: Santaruz, Lycia
Appearance: Tall and somber looking, Yaz fits the bill for "aggressive-looking merc with a chip on his shoulder" without being any such way. He's got a large, toned body and long limbs. His hair is long and messy, frequently sweaty or unkempt but otherwise clean. His smile is big and white, and he has deep green eyes.
Clothes: Yaz wears simple tan pants that he has worn variants of since his childhood, and a tight purple jacket around which is clasped his belt and sword. He wears tall brown leather boots.
Story: Yaz has lived a relatively unassuming life. Born to a former soldier from Bern and a Lycian woman he met while stationed in Ostia, Yaz grew up on a farm doing lots of physical labor. He is a smart guy and was well educated in his youth, but decided to pursue his academic studies on his own time so he could help his parents on the farm with the land and with the animals. He had a few closely-knit friends, all of whom lived on residing plantations on the outskirts of Santaruz, far from the beauty and commercial atmosphere of the city. As a boy, Yaz spent his days exploring the woods and sleeping under the stars. As a young man, his father began to teach him the art of the sword. Yaz's physical presence helped him greatly in this regard, and his experience on the farm had equipped him to be quick and agile while also packing some power behind his swing. As Yaz grew older, he took on some small mercenary jobs rescuing lost animals or scaring away petty thieves. Yaz has not had to use his blade on many human beings since he has been able to wield it, but he is capable of doing so should the need arise. Currently, Yaz has his own home on a neighboring farm that is south of the one he grew up on with his parents, but Yaz has recently decided that he needs to travel and see the world. His laid back and carefree attitude have taken him wherever the wind blows, and he can likely be found in any tavern in whatever city he visits.
Class: Myrmidon -> Swordmaster
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Age: 23
Born in: Santaruz, Lycia
Appearance: Tall and somber looking, Yaz fits the bill for "aggressive-looking merc with a chip on his shoulder" without being any such way. He's got a large, toned body and long limbs. His hair is long and messy, frequently sweaty or unkempt but otherwise clean. His smile is big and white, and he has deep green eyes.
Clothes: Yaz wears simple tan pants that he has worn variants of since his childhood, and a tight purple jacket around which is clasped his belt and sword. He wears tall brown leather boots.
Story: Yaz has lived a relatively unassuming life. Born to a former soldier from Bern and a Lycian woman he met while stationed in Ostia, Yaz grew up on a farm doing lots of physical labor. He is a smart guy and was well educated in his youth, but decided to pursue his academic studies on his own time so he could help his parents on the farm with the land and with the animals. He had a few closely-knit friends, all of whom lived on residing plantations on the outskirts of Santaruz, far from the beauty and commercial atmosphere of the city. As a boy, Yaz spent his days exploring the woods and sleeping under the stars. As a young man, his father began to teach him the art of the sword. Yaz's physical presence helped him greatly in this regard, and his experience on the farm had equipped him to be quick and agile while also packing some power behind his swing. As Yaz grew older, he took on some small mercenary jobs rescuing lost animals or scaring away petty thieves. Yaz has not had to use his blade on many human beings since he has been able to wield it, but he is capable of doing so should the need arise. Currently, Yaz has his own home on a neighboring farm that is south of the one he grew up on with his parents, but Yaz has recently decided that he needs to travel and see the world. His laid back and carefree attitude have taken him wherever the wind blows, and he can likely be found in any tavern in whatever city he visits.