Louis Wagner
Sept 27, 2017 18:11:17 GMT -6
Post by louis on Sept 27, 2017 18:11:17 GMT -6
Name: Louis Wagner
Class: Mercenary
Dragon Element: N/A
Age: 21
Born in: Bern
Appearance: Louis is a tall, lean, slender young man. Clean shaven and with black hair that goes down the length of his neck, just above his shoulders. He is rather good looking, although in a way where he is regarded as 'beautiful' rather than 'handsome' (this irks him to no end). He typically appears serious, though he can often be seen smirking like he is privy to secrets nobody else knows.
He wears darker clothes typically; often in the colors of his family - red and dark grey. In combat, he favors light chain mail armor, or sometimes high-quality leather armor, for speed and maneuverability.
Personality: Prideful and arrogant, Louis is not the kind of man who tends to self-doubt. He is easily flustered and hot-headed, and favors action over contemplation. This is behavior he's attempting to curb, but with little success thus far.
He is loyal to friends, no matter their standing, and to his homeland especially. His zeal in service of his country has made him quite xenophobic and he tends to believe the absolute worst about foreigners. He is an excellent swordsman, although his skill as a horseman leaves much to be desired. He is an intelligent and clever fellow, and capable; one could call him ambitious, but for all of it he does not question authority; the structures that be exist for a reason. He looks at the existing hierarchy and sees a thing to be climbed, not dismantled.
Additionally, he is notoriously distrustful of magic; any weapon that you don't grip in your hands is a coward's tool. Louis himself typically fights with a sword and shield, but he is just as comfortable fighting with a sword alone.
History: Hailing from Bern, ancient and eternal, Louis is the member of an old house whose blood is near as old as the kingdom itself. It has long been legend (taken, naturally, as a fact in his family) that a great ancestor rode alongside Hartmut, the first king of Bern, in the final days of the Scouring and the founding of their great kingdom.
But if a long lineage made a family great, then all families would be great. His was a minor one, forever angling for political power - when they were succeeding, the established nobles scoffed at them as vulgar upstarts.
Generations of success can be squandered with a single man, too stupid or ambitious for his own good. This was the case with Louis's father - a good man, to be sure, but too kind and too accomodating in so many ways. He was always willing to feast the great families, and to do them tasks with little reward; he forgave faults and misdeeds against him, and before he knew it nobody cared about committing misdeeds against him. His easygoing way lost the Wagner family much of its standing, and before long its lineage was again all it could enshrine.
Louis, when he saw the weakness of his father's ways, resolved as his heir to be nothing like him. He would not be a man for japes and easy living but a soldier with a reputation to be feared and respected. As he finished his martial training, Bern was struck into upheaval several times over. He left his indecisive father and the rest of his family to strike out on his own during the latest revolt. Deeds would make his family name great, and he must start them young. He joined a band of similarly-minded countrymen looking to the country of Sacae and its brutal, savage horsemen; the victories they'd won over Bern were humiliating and demanded an answer in turn, which he and his fellows would provide.
They struck out and met with success at first - sacking a couple villages that were largely undefended and taking small bands unawares. It didn't take long for word to spread and for people to prepare. The next time they attacked, they realized too late that their target had claws; they were broken against the village's well-attended defenses and as they turned to retreat, were struck by a band of cavalry. The survivors of his shattered group, what few there were, twisted to escape in all directions, blind to the world and looking out for themselves alone. Louis tried to rally the men; he failed. Barely and quite luckily outriding the defenders (or more likely, they found better targets), he went into the wasteland on his mount alone - his horse not long for the world, pierced by arrows, and he himself also wounded, looking for some place that he could call shelter in the land he came to plunder.
NPC fight: Circling his opponent, Louis took in his stance and the full measure of the man. He waited for him to take the initiative, and perhaps the passivity would lead the fellow to presume that things would go easy. As they paced and waited for the other to take action, the tension steadily grew; soon enough someone would snap under the pressure and take the first shot. Sure enough, the cutpurse charged him; Louis lept out of the way and immediately decked him with his shield. The man immediately stopped cold in the impact; his weapon flew wide out of his grip, and the fellow lay on his back stunned. As he began to rise, he found himself staring down a blade. "I suggest you yield," Louis growled.
PC fight: Louis would have sneered at the man before him, but to lose focus would maybe mean to lose an eye. The outlaw was skinny, had a desperate look to him, and held a longbow - which Louis held to be a weapon produced solely for cowards. This was not just because it was a ranged weapon but because in his experience there were a few behaviors you could depend on the bowman to display; namely, that if you got close enough he'd run like all hell. Holding his shield up to deflect any incoming arrows, he readied his sword in the other hand and sprinted towards the man in a zig-zag fashion; once he got close enough, the man would either be melting away into the distance or he would fall to his sword. Perhaps the fellow had a dagger or axe, but he did not look like he was quite confident of his ability to stand up in a melee.
Class: Mercenary
Dragon Element: N/A
Age: 21
Born in: Bern
Appearance: Louis is a tall, lean, slender young man. Clean shaven and with black hair that goes down the length of his neck, just above his shoulders. He is rather good looking, although in a way where he is regarded as 'beautiful' rather than 'handsome' (this irks him to no end). He typically appears serious, though he can often be seen smirking like he is privy to secrets nobody else knows.
He wears darker clothes typically; often in the colors of his family - red and dark grey. In combat, he favors light chain mail armor, or sometimes high-quality leather armor, for speed and maneuverability.
Personality: Prideful and arrogant, Louis is not the kind of man who tends to self-doubt. He is easily flustered and hot-headed, and favors action over contemplation. This is behavior he's attempting to curb, but with little success thus far.
He is loyal to friends, no matter their standing, and to his homeland especially. His zeal in service of his country has made him quite xenophobic and he tends to believe the absolute worst about foreigners. He is an excellent swordsman, although his skill as a horseman leaves much to be desired. He is an intelligent and clever fellow, and capable; one could call him ambitious, but for all of it he does not question authority; the structures that be exist for a reason. He looks at the existing hierarchy and sees a thing to be climbed, not dismantled.
Additionally, he is notoriously distrustful of magic; any weapon that you don't grip in your hands is a coward's tool. Louis himself typically fights with a sword and shield, but he is just as comfortable fighting with a sword alone.
History: Hailing from Bern, ancient and eternal, Louis is the member of an old house whose blood is near as old as the kingdom itself. It has long been legend (taken, naturally, as a fact in his family) that a great ancestor rode alongside Hartmut, the first king of Bern, in the final days of the Scouring and the founding of their great kingdom.
But if a long lineage made a family great, then all families would be great. His was a minor one, forever angling for political power - when they were succeeding, the established nobles scoffed at them as vulgar upstarts.
Generations of success can be squandered with a single man, too stupid or ambitious for his own good. This was the case with Louis's father - a good man, to be sure, but too kind and too accomodating in so many ways. He was always willing to feast the great families, and to do them tasks with little reward; he forgave faults and misdeeds against him, and before he knew it nobody cared about committing misdeeds against him. His easygoing way lost the Wagner family much of its standing, and before long its lineage was again all it could enshrine.
Louis, when he saw the weakness of his father's ways, resolved as his heir to be nothing like him. He would not be a man for japes and easy living but a soldier with a reputation to be feared and respected. As he finished his martial training, Bern was struck into upheaval several times over. He left his indecisive father and the rest of his family to strike out on his own during the latest revolt. Deeds would make his family name great, and he must start them young. He joined a band of similarly-minded countrymen looking to the country of Sacae and its brutal, savage horsemen; the victories they'd won over Bern were humiliating and demanded an answer in turn, which he and his fellows would provide.
They struck out and met with success at first - sacking a couple villages that were largely undefended and taking small bands unawares. It didn't take long for word to spread and for people to prepare. The next time they attacked, they realized too late that their target had claws; they were broken against the village's well-attended defenses and as they turned to retreat, were struck by a band of cavalry. The survivors of his shattered group, what few there were, twisted to escape in all directions, blind to the world and looking out for themselves alone. Louis tried to rally the men; he failed. Barely and quite luckily outriding the defenders (or more likely, they found better targets), he went into the wasteland on his mount alone - his horse not long for the world, pierced by arrows, and he himself also wounded, looking for some place that he could call shelter in the land he came to plunder.
NPC fight: Circling his opponent, Louis took in his stance and the full measure of the man. He waited for him to take the initiative, and perhaps the passivity would lead the fellow to presume that things would go easy. As they paced and waited for the other to take action, the tension steadily grew; soon enough someone would snap under the pressure and take the first shot. Sure enough, the cutpurse charged him; Louis lept out of the way and immediately decked him with his shield. The man immediately stopped cold in the impact; his weapon flew wide out of his grip, and the fellow lay on his back stunned. As he began to rise, he found himself staring down a blade. "I suggest you yield," Louis growled.
PC fight: Louis would have sneered at the man before him, but to lose focus would maybe mean to lose an eye. The outlaw was skinny, had a desperate look to him, and held a longbow - which Louis held to be a weapon produced solely for cowards. This was not just because it was a ranged weapon but because in his experience there were a few behaviors you could depend on the bowman to display; namely, that if you got close enough he'd run like all hell. Holding his shield up to deflect any incoming arrows, he readied his sword in the other hand and sprinted towards the man in a zig-zag fashion; once he got close enough, the man would either be melting away into the distance or he would fall to his sword. Perhaps the fellow had a dagger or axe, but he did not look like he was quite confident of his ability to stand up in a melee.