Haschel Dorin (Sarria Alt)
Nov 2, 2014 23:29:25 GMT -6
Post by Haschel on Nov 2, 2014 23:29:25 GMT -6
Name: Haschel Dorin
Class: Swordmaster
Age: 65
Born in: Etruria
Appearance: A very tan man with short black hair and a moustache, both just starting to grey. He wears a purple robe and red headband usually. His muscles are well developed for his age, and he has an average build. He is a little shorter than average, but not by much.
Personality: Haschel enjoys the company of others, especially up and coming fighters and adventurers. He loves to crack wise and make jokes, and not take things very seriously in general. Any changes to government or wars that occur he sees as just minor qualms in the grand scheme of things.
He much prefers to use his fist rather than his blade, trying to distance himself from his younger years, though if he is provoked or threatened, he will return to his reliable roots. He has never stopped his training with the sword, but enjoys training his martial arts more, and tries to do that more often.
Story: He doesn't look it, but in his younger years, Haschel was a bit of a punk. Just an annoying urchin from the streets of Etruria, picking pockets to get by. Until one day, he tried to pick the pocket of a mercenary commander. Instead of killing the poor boy, the mercenary decided to raise him for arena battling as a source of extra cash, teaching the child the ways of the sword. Haschel was not fond of using the sword, but he was good at it, very good. By the time he became an adult, Haschel was becoming an excellent fighter, dueling throughout many arena circuits of Etruria, but his mentor continued to push him to become better and better.
It was a rocky start, even though he became knowledgeable in how to use the sword, there always seemed to be at least one challenger that he would face that was one step ahead of him. The arena became his life for many years. Whenever he was unable to fight due to injuries or whether there were too many other fighters already there, he would always take to the stands and study every fighting technique he saw. There were countless that he witnessed, but to be the best, he only needed to know their weaknesses. The sword was a good weapon, but even it could not deal with any opponent faced. It did not have the range or strength to combat the lance for instance. Haschel began to develop a philosophy early on with this as its base, that all weapons have a weakness, regardless of the skill of their users.
Haschel went on very few actual mercenary missions, his real purpose being to duel. One day though, the mercenary captain brought a present for Haschel, a magic sword they had just procured from a raid on a rogue mage's cottage. Easily, the sword could have been used to great effect in the mercenary's hands, but giving it to Haschel, that would give the fighter an extra air of mystery to him in the arena, making his fighting career all the more profitable. At 25, the prime of his career, Haschel Dorin was known only as The Lightning Blade for both his swift reflexes and his sword, and many arena fighters and attendees knew him across Elibe. Some even sought out him and where he was fighting, as fans of his style.
Unfortunately, fame was a fickel mistress. Only a few years later, the mercenary died and Haschel was on his own. He left the arena soon after, deciding to finally turn in his blade and train his mind and body in a more refined manner, martial arts. He sought out a place where he could be alone, creating a small hermitage for himself in the mountains east of Etruria. He hoped to mature the philosophy he had developed there, believing that if all weapons had a weakness, then the lack of weapons had no weaknesses. At least, that was the decision he came to, without anyone to test his theories on, he could not prove that one way or the other.
Several years later, a punk came after his legend, following the rumors and legends left in Haschel's wake. He sought to challenge the master for ownership of the magic sword, claiming that the blade deserved to be used in combat. Haschel fought the lad with his martial arts, believing that he could not lose without any weaknesses, but his philosophy was proven wrong, and he lost, his heirloom and memories of his championship stolen from him.
Now, Haschel is ready to set out and return to the world, in search of three things. Pupils to teach, a technique to master, and a sword to reclaim. It has been so long since he has been out in the world, that only afficionados of arena lore would know his name, and even more unlikely, recognize him. Thus, he must make his name known once again.
Class: Swordmaster
Age: 65
Born in: Etruria
Appearance: A very tan man with short black hair and a moustache, both just starting to grey. He wears a purple robe and red headband usually. His muscles are well developed for his age, and he has an average build. He is a little shorter than average, but not by much.
Personality: Haschel enjoys the company of others, especially up and coming fighters and adventurers. He loves to crack wise and make jokes, and not take things very seriously in general. Any changes to government or wars that occur he sees as just minor qualms in the grand scheme of things.
He much prefers to use his fist rather than his blade, trying to distance himself from his younger years, though if he is provoked or threatened, he will return to his reliable roots. He has never stopped his training with the sword, but enjoys training his martial arts more, and tries to do that more often.
Story: He doesn't look it, but in his younger years, Haschel was a bit of a punk. Just an annoying urchin from the streets of Etruria, picking pockets to get by. Until one day, he tried to pick the pocket of a mercenary commander. Instead of killing the poor boy, the mercenary decided to raise him for arena battling as a source of extra cash, teaching the child the ways of the sword. Haschel was not fond of using the sword, but he was good at it, very good. By the time he became an adult, Haschel was becoming an excellent fighter, dueling throughout many arena circuits of Etruria, but his mentor continued to push him to become better and better.
It was a rocky start, even though he became knowledgeable in how to use the sword, there always seemed to be at least one challenger that he would face that was one step ahead of him. The arena became his life for many years. Whenever he was unable to fight due to injuries or whether there were too many other fighters already there, he would always take to the stands and study every fighting technique he saw. There were countless that he witnessed, but to be the best, he only needed to know their weaknesses. The sword was a good weapon, but even it could not deal with any opponent faced. It did not have the range or strength to combat the lance for instance. Haschel began to develop a philosophy early on with this as its base, that all weapons have a weakness, regardless of the skill of their users.
Haschel went on very few actual mercenary missions, his real purpose being to duel. One day though, the mercenary captain brought a present for Haschel, a magic sword they had just procured from a raid on a rogue mage's cottage. Easily, the sword could have been used to great effect in the mercenary's hands, but giving it to Haschel, that would give the fighter an extra air of mystery to him in the arena, making his fighting career all the more profitable. At 25, the prime of his career, Haschel Dorin was known only as The Lightning Blade for both his swift reflexes and his sword, and many arena fighters and attendees knew him across Elibe. Some even sought out him and where he was fighting, as fans of his style.
Unfortunately, fame was a fickel mistress. Only a few years later, the mercenary died and Haschel was on his own. He left the arena soon after, deciding to finally turn in his blade and train his mind and body in a more refined manner, martial arts. He sought out a place where he could be alone, creating a small hermitage for himself in the mountains east of Etruria. He hoped to mature the philosophy he had developed there, believing that if all weapons had a weakness, then the lack of weapons had no weaknesses. At least, that was the decision he came to, without anyone to test his theories on, he could not prove that one way or the other.
Several years later, a punk came after his legend, following the rumors and legends left in Haschel's wake. He sought to challenge the master for ownership of the magic sword, claiming that the blade deserved to be used in combat. Haschel fought the lad with his martial arts, believing that he could not lose without any weaknesses, but his philosophy was proven wrong, and he lost, his heirloom and memories of his championship stolen from him.
Now, Haschel is ready to set out and return to the world, in search of three things. Pupils to teach, a technique to master, and a sword to reclaim. It has been so long since he has been out in the world, that only afficionados of arena lore would know his name, and even more unlikely, recognize him. Thus, he must make his name known once again.
