Iloyd
Feb 22, 2016 0:01:29 GMT -6
Post by iloyd on Feb 22, 2016 0:01:29 GMT -6
Name:Iloyd (Ilo) Donsen
Class:Myrmidon
Age:30
Born in:Bern
Appearance:Iloyd is tall, and has a thin somewhat muscular body structure that allows him to remain lithe and agile. He stands at a few inches over six feet. To keep his appearance professional he maintains a clean shaven face, and though his dark green hair is partially wild it is kept to hold a decent appearance.
He is often seen in a dark swordsman's coat, black tanned leather that is well kept after. The only actual armor he sports is a pair of bracers along his wrists which extend over the top of his hand to his knuckles to minimize risk to them in combat.
Personality:Often a bit more quiet than not, he has an iron clad sense of honor. Often putting anything save family itself below that sense of honor, and always trying to do the right thing. Though a bit reserved around those he doesn't know, he is somewhat sociable to his direct family and closer friends.
He tries his best to maintain a solid composure to keep himself looking like a professional sellsword at all times, so that he can maximize the chances of his career advancing.
Iloyd has a powerful love of Bern, and seeks to better it and the people who call it home however he can. His entire choice of career has been centered around this, and while he will never begrudge the Bernese military given his family history and ties, he does find their limited assistance distasteful. This often puts him at odds with authoritative figures.
Story:Iloyd was the third youngest sibling in a family of ten. Born to a Bernese military family withiin western Bern and raised among more siblings than some families combined caused him to develop no small amount of pride. His father often raised his sons with a more stern discipline as he tried to groom them into exemplary soldiers. However, Iloyd did not take to the soldiers life. He saw how those around him fell into jurisdiction. Unlike most of his brothers, he was closer to their mother.
A sacaen born woman who had met her husband long before the internal conflicts bloomed in full within his mountainous home. The stories of swordsmen upon endless rolling plains, and how they could selflessly roam to assist others especially captivated him.
While his brothers trained with spears and learned how to ride wyverns in preparation for their days in the military, he would focus on improving solely his swordsmanship. He'd never been the greatest of riders either way, and preferred to fight with his feet firmly upon the ground.
As his brothers began to move into military careers, one by one, he noticed that their dreams of shaping Bern into a better country were not advancing. Soldiers began to turn on another once the civil war started, yet the country remained just as poorly.
By the time he'd come of age, he knew that had to be done. A group separate of authority that was dedicated solely to helping the people of Bern. A group that didn't have to wait for permission to act. One that could simply function off assisting it's people.
Hero work wouldn't pay for itself however. A mercenary group that was focused on helping Bern. Ideal. He set out, starting with small time work. Armed escorts, and basic small time work that slowly built up his reputation. He never lost sight of his goal though. As he crossed paths with other mercenaries he would often try to pitch his dream to them.
It wasn't until he'd been traveling for about five years that he finally started to convince others, and earn a few comrades. This small nameless group focused on helping the less populated villages in Bern. Though small in number they continued, trying their best to simply do right by others.
Now the rebellion splits Bern down the center, and he feels his group is needed more than ever. With his family torn as well by this, he tries to push his hardest for a better Bern. He only hopes he can help his home in time, and possibly reunite his family.
Class:Myrmidon
Age:30
Born in:Bern
Appearance:Iloyd is tall, and has a thin somewhat muscular body structure that allows him to remain lithe and agile. He stands at a few inches over six feet. To keep his appearance professional he maintains a clean shaven face, and though his dark green hair is partially wild it is kept to hold a decent appearance.
He is often seen in a dark swordsman's coat, black tanned leather that is well kept after. The only actual armor he sports is a pair of bracers along his wrists which extend over the top of his hand to his knuckles to minimize risk to them in combat.
Personality:Often a bit more quiet than not, he has an iron clad sense of honor. Often putting anything save family itself below that sense of honor, and always trying to do the right thing. Though a bit reserved around those he doesn't know, he is somewhat sociable to his direct family and closer friends.
He tries his best to maintain a solid composure to keep himself looking like a professional sellsword at all times, so that he can maximize the chances of his career advancing.
Iloyd has a powerful love of Bern, and seeks to better it and the people who call it home however he can. His entire choice of career has been centered around this, and while he will never begrudge the Bernese military given his family history and ties, he does find their limited assistance distasteful. This often puts him at odds with authoritative figures.
Story:Iloyd was the third youngest sibling in a family of ten. Born to a Bernese military family withiin western Bern and raised among more siblings than some families combined caused him to develop no small amount of pride. His father often raised his sons with a more stern discipline as he tried to groom them into exemplary soldiers. However, Iloyd did not take to the soldiers life. He saw how those around him fell into jurisdiction. Unlike most of his brothers, he was closer to their mother.
A sacaen born woman who had met her husband long before the internal conflicts bloomed in full within his mountainous home. The stories of swordsmen upon endless rolling plains, and how they could selflessly roam to assist others especially captivated him.
While his brothers trained with spears and learned how to ride wyverns in preparation for their days in the military, he would focus on improving solely his swordsmanship. He'd never been the greatest of riders either way, and preferred to fight with his feet firmly upon the ground.
As his brothers began to move into military careers, one by one, he noticed that their dreams of shaping Bern into a better country were not advancing. Soldiers began to turn on another once the civil war started, yet the country remained just as poorly.
By the time he'd come of age, he knew that had to be done. A group separate of authority that was dedicated solely to helping the people of Bern. A group that didn't have to wait for permission to act. One that could simply function off assisting it's people.
Hero work wouldn't pay for itself however. A mercenary group that was focused on helping Bern. Ideal. He set out, starting with small time work. Armed escorts, and basic small time work that slowly built up his reputation. He never lost sight of his goal though. As he crossed paths with other mercenaries he would often try to pitch his dream to them.
It wasn't until he'd been traveling for about five years that he finally started to convince others, and earn a few comrades. This small nameless group focused on helping the less populated villages in Bern. Though small in number they continued, trying their best to simply do right by others.
Now the rebellion splits Bern down the center, and he feels his group is needed more than ever. With his family torn as well by this, he tries to push his hardest for a better Bern. He only hopes he can help his home in time, and possibly reunite his family.
