Sergeo Rycroft
Mar 19, 2016 21:56:55 GMT -6
Post by Sergeo on Mar 19, 2016 21:56:55 GMT -6
Name:Sergeo Rycroft
Class:Mage
Age:22
Born in:Ilia
Appearance:Sergeo stands at about 5'9 with a thin mesomorph build and a somewhat pale complexion. A navy bandanna covers most of his hair and keeps it out of his hazel eyes, but the strands of hair that can be seen suggest that his hair is a long, dirty blond color.
His clothing is that of a wanderer. A light but sturdy brown coat covering a simple leather cuirass underneath that has seen a few close encounters. Covering both of them, a simple black cloak that Sergeo normally keeps fastened tight on his person with a brass buckle, unless needs to keep warm, stay dry, or needs to hide his face when running through the streets of a city.
Personality:Sergeo is an individual who puts his all into whatever it is he's doing. He just dose it a lot more quietly than most other people and with a bit more attitude. Often coming off as aloof and blunt, if something bothers him or doesn't seem right, he won't hesitate to let it be known regardless of the feelings of others. Those who try to know him better should expect him to show some resistance to them with his barbed tongue and his desire to be alone, but if they get past Sergeo's rough exterior they won't find a friend more loyal watching their back.
Story:Born into a family of bandits as the son of a bandit boss, Sergeo was always expected to continue the family legacy and lead one of the fiercest gang of bandits the Ilia tundras have ever seen. From axe play, pillaging, intimidation, and extortion, nothing was left out of Sergeo's bandit education. Everything was going smoothly till his 15th birthday where his own pride got him into a fight with a massive and very drunk member of the gang that ended with Sergeo's right hand getting crushed and broken in several places. With no healers within the gang, the collective knowledge of medicine from the violent collective did what they could to heal Sergeo's hand and eventually after several months, Sergeo's hand was back to normal, but not without consequence as he was no longer able to wield a heavy weapon such as an axe without his hand being in severe pain.
With his weapon hand crippled and his skill with the bow being mediocre at best, Sergeo future as a bandit leader was in jeopardy unless he could learn to weld magic tombs, but there was no one in the gang that could teach Sergeo the ways of sorcery, at least no one his father could find that didn't either run, fight back, or just disrespect him. With no options left, the bandit tribe from Ilia migrated west into Etruria territory and to the city of Delfia where Sergeo could get the proper training he would need while the bandits would be spend the next seven years expanding their influence in Etruria.
Those seven years came and went realtively fast and Sergeo had become an excellent spell caster, being able to sling spells with the best of them with a level of ferocity that terrified even the academies most prestigious pupils. However his family wasn't nearly as fortunate as it seems that while Sergeo was away learning, all traces of the group had vanished. Whether they were captured by the Etruria army, killed by a rival group, or dispersed due to in-fighting is not certain, but with no leads on where they might be and no other family in Eturia, Sergeo has became a wandering mage for hire to any who would need his services. Although this wanderlust is nice for a loner like him, he can't help but feel he is destined for something greater than a life of a mercenary.
Class:Mage
Age:22
Born in:Ilia
Appearance:Sergeo stands at about 5'9 with a thin mesomorph build and a somewhat pale complexion. A navy bandanna covers most of his hair and keeps it out of his hazel eyes, but the strands of hair that can be seen suggest that his hair is a long, dirty blond color.
His clothing is that of a wanderer. A light but sturdy brown coat covering a simple leather cuirass underneath that has seen a few close encounters. Covering both of them, a simple black cloak that Sergeo normally keeps fastened tight on his person with a brass buckle, unless needs to keep warm, stay dry, or needs to hide his face when running through the streets of a city.
Personality:Sergeo is an individual who puts his all into whatever it is he's doing. He just dose it a lot more quietly than most other people and with a bit more attitude. Often coming off as aloof and blunt, if something bothers him or doesn't seem right, he won't hesitate to let it be known regardless of the feelings of others. Those who try to know him better should expect him to show some resistance to them with his barbed tongue and his desire to be alone, but if they get past Sergeo's rough exterior they won't find a friend more loyal watching their back.
Story:Born into a family of bandits as the son of a bandit boss, Sergeo was always expected to continue the family legacy and lead one of the fiercest gang of bandits the Ilia tundras have ever seen. From axe play, pillaging, intimidation, and extortion, nothing was left out of Sergeo's bandit education. Everything was going smoothly till his 15th birthday where his own pride got him into a fight with a massive and very drunk member of the gang that ended with Sergeo's right hand getting crushed and broken in several places. With no healers within the gang, the collective knowledge of medicine from the violent collective did what they could to heal Sergeo's hand and eventually after several months, Sergeo's hand was back to normal, but not without consequence as he was no longer able to wield a heavy weapon such as an axe without his hand being in severe pain.
With his weapon hand crippled and his skill with the bow being mediocre at best, Sergeo future as a bandit leader was in jeopardy unless he could learn to weld magic tombs, but there was no one in the gang that could teach Sergeo the ways of sorcery, at least no one his father could find that didn't either run, fight back, or just disrespect him. With no options left, the bandit tribe from Ilia migrated west into Etruria territory and to the city of Delfia where Sergeo could get the proper training he would need while the bandits would be spend the next seven years expanding their influence in Etruria.
Those seven years came and went realtively fast and Sergeo had become an excellent spell caster, being able to sling spells with the best of them with a level of ferocity that terrified even the academies most prestigious pupils. However his family wasn't nearly as fortunate as it seems that while Sergeo was away learning, all traces of the group had vanished. Whether they were captured by the Etruria army, killed by a rival group, or dispersed due to in-fighting is not certain, but with no leads on where they might be and no other family in Eturia, Sergeo has became a wandering mage for hire to any who would need his services. Although this wanderlust is nice for a loner like him, he can't help but feel he is destined for something greater than a life of a mercenary.
