Post by Pickly_Limbet on Jul 29, 2015 4:31:09 GMT
Name: Pickly Limbet
Age: 21
Nationality: Vaegir/Swadian
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark Brown
Facial Markings: None
Skin Color: White
Height: 6,2
Weight: 200
Build: Bulky
Body Markings: None
Interests: Learning,training,and traveling
Dislikes: being cold at night,work,people who cant accept individuals,conformity,being weak
Strengths: Strong, skilled swordfighter,skilled horseman,intelligent, Brave,quick-witted
Weaknesses: impulsive,talkative,hard-headed, nosy,expressive
Skills: Strong, skilled swordfighter,persuasive,skilled horseman
Fears: claustrophobia,becoming weak, losing freedom
Profession: Lord Enzo Orsini's Bodyguard
Background/History: Coming from peasant life and living as a serf Pickly Limbet lived his life simply, his mother was a Vaegir and his father a Swadian.All of his life he lived by the notion that there was no escape to be had from the wroth lord that controlled his life.He had been bound to the land ever since he was a young lad, one day Pickly Limbet was sent to a mine in order to get mine some gold for his lord when suddenly the walls around him started to collapse and he became trapped inside,he stayed there for hours until he was finally rescued as the oxygen inside the mine was running very low.From that day on he hated to be in confined spaces and he would stay there for years to come. one day he was able to join a party of outlaws and in turn spiting on his lord and killing him."I remember when I thrust my sword into his chest and seeing the life come away from his eyes and knowing from then on I would be free,I told myself that i would never again feel the cold chill of the wind while sleeping in my cramped hut,conform the society we are born into,and live without the freedom to run around when i want and to go out and hunt because i want to, not because i was ordered to"From then on he would live in fear of loosing his freedom and being weak and helpless.Eliran then set off abound to new land in the north west of Calradia and kingdom known as Swadia where his father comes from.He still remembers the stories his father told him about Swadia,how nice the cities were,he told me that if I would ever be able to see the lands of Swadia to make note of the moment and remember it forever."I remember gassing upon the amazing castle in the middle of the huge bustling city around me,it was a sight to behold".
After reaching Swadia he met many friends and also made many enemies."the one main thing I have learned in my days of living in Swadia is that everyone, even the smallest of peasants have no problem with taking a rusty sword and shoving it right into your back and leaving you for dead".The land is very dangerous,that is why you must stick with friends,but beware even the closest of friends have a price for their loyalty.one of the friends he made during his time in Swadia was a Doctor named John Dead who has saved my ass many a time if you know what i mean,he is also a foreigner like me with a strong mouth who can be a right bastard at times but is as cuddly as a steppe whore once you get to know him.Another man he met on his travels was a self appointed lord named Enzo Orsini,Enzo was born into the upper middle-class of society,he made a promise to his father Ezzio Orsini on his deathbed to make the name Orsini be heard all across the land in order to bring back the glory that the Orsini name once had. Enzo is very thoughtful in his thinking and does not do things on impulse,when Enzo enters combat it is like a lion on the hunt,i have once seen him take on five men alone in battle and leave without a single wound while his enemies lay in the ground waiting for death to take them.He is a very headstrong leader and i believe that he will be able to bring his Kingdom to greatness."I will follow Enzo to the ends of this great earth,i have seen leaders who take the lives of their men for granted and send them off to the slaughter without a second thought but Enzo,Enzo is different and that is why I follow him.
In his time in Swadia he trained almost everyday in the castle by any means,whether it be on dummies,carcasses,or duels.Through his training he became very skilled in sword fighting and in turn became very strong by developing muscles in order to use a sword.Also,he took a very big liking to horse riding and lancing,riding a horse increased the freedom he felt from being so far from his old life.He later learned that his father loved horse riding aswell and he belives that that is why he loves it so much,he also took many other traits from his parents such as,being impulsive,talkative,hard-headed, nosy,expressive,both his father and mother had these traits,h'm"i guess thats why they fell for each other". Pickly became very good at talking with other people and making friends,he learned how to do this by observing the ways that his lord spoke with people and gained their favor.As the highest member of the kings elite guard the king Enzo allowed me access to the master smith that crafted his own armour in order to protect me while fighting by his side.On many occasions the armour has saved my life and allowed for me to keep fighting.For example,while fighting alongside his lord Enzo during a siege they were surrounded by 15 enemy soldiers and as they were fighting their foes a sword struck Pickly in the side which glanced off but knocked the air out of him,while regaining his strength he was swarmed by 5 foes each one striking him hard in the head and the chest,Enzo saw this and came to his aid allowing for him to regain his breath and kill the last of the attackers and ultimately winning the battle.Pickly tells people the story all the time and never fails to mention that without that armour he would have been dead before he could say help.
Eliran has learned many things on his travels from the far reaches of the east and hopes to learn much more from the people he surrounds himself with,but again he always remains aware of his friends for even the greatest of people can be swayed by the jingle of a coin pouch or the sound of a blade.
Equipment: Heraldic Elite Armour,2 handed sabre,Scale Gauntlets,plate boots
Age: 21
Nationality: Vaegir/Swadian
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark Brown
Facial Markings: None
Skin Color: White
Height: 6,2
Weight: 200
Build: Bulky
Body Markings: None
Interests: Learning,training,and traveling
Dislikes: being cold at night,work,people who cant accept individuals,conformity,being weak
Strengths: Strong, skilled swordfighter,skilled horseman,intelligent, Brave,quick-witted
Weaknesses: impulsive,talkative,hard-headed, nosy,expressive
Skills: Strong, skilled swordfighter,persuasive,skilled horseman
Fears: claustrophobia,becoming weak, losing freedom
Profession: Lord Enzo Orsini's Bodyguard
Background/History: Coming from peasant life and living as a serf Pickly Limbet lived his life simply, his mother was a Vaegir and his father a Swadian.All of his life he lived by the notion that there was no escape to be had from the wroth lord that controlled his life.He had been bound to the land ever since he was a young lad, one day Pickly Limbet was sent to a mine in order to get mine some gold for his lord when suddenly the walls around him started to collapse and he became trapped inside,he stayed there for hours until he was finally rescued as the oxygen inside the mine was running very low.From that day on he hated to be in confined spaces and he would stay there for years to come. one day he was able to join a party of outlaws and in turn spiting on his lord and killing him."I remember when I thrust my sword into his chest and seeing the life come away from his eyes and knowing from then on I would be free,I told myself that i would never again feel the cold chill of the wind while sleeping in my cramped hut,conform the society we are born into,and live without the freedom to run around when i want and to go out and hunt because i want to, not because i was ordered to"From then on he would live in fear of loosing his freedom and being weak and helpless.Eliran then set off abound to new land in the north west of Calradia and kingdom known as Swadia where his father comes from.He still remembers the stories his father told him about Swadia,how nice the cities were,he told me that if I would ever be able to see the lands of Swadia to make note of the moment and remember it forever."I remember gassing upon the amazing castle in the middle of the huge bustling city around me,it was a sight to behold".
After reaching Swadia he met many friends and also made many enemies."the one main thing I have learned in my days of living in Swadia is that everyone, even the smallest of peasants have no problem with taking a rusty sword and shoving it right into your back and leaving you for dead".The land is very dangerous,that is why you must stick with friends,but beware even the closest of friends have a price for their loyalty.one of the friends he made during his time in Swadia was a Doctor named John Dead who has saved my ass many a time if you know what i mean,he is also a foreigner like me with a strong mouth who can be a right bastard at times but is as cuddly as a steppe whore once you get to know him.Another man he met on his travels was a self appointed lord named Enzo Orsini,Enzo was born into the upper middle-class of society,he made a promise to his father Ezzio Orsini on his deathbed to make the name Orsini be heard all across the land in order to bring back the glory that the Orsini name once had. Enzo is very thoughtful in his thinking and does not do things on impulse,when Enzo enters combat it is like a lion on the hunt,i have once seen him take on five men alone in battle and leave without a single wound while his enemies lay in the ground waiting for death to take them.He is a very headstrong leader and i believe that he will be able to bring his Kingdom to greatness."I will follow Enzo to the ends of this great earth,i have seen leaders who take the lives of their men for granted and send them off to the slaughter without a second thought but Enzo,Enzo is different and that is why I follow him.
In his time in Swadia he trained almost everyday in the castle by any means,whether it be on dummies,carcasses,or duels.Through his training he became very skilled in sword fighting and in turn became very strong by developing muscles in order to use a sword.Also,he took a very big liking to horse riding and lancing,riding a horse increased the freedom he felt from being so far from his old life.He later learned that his father loved horse riding aswell and he belives that that is why he loves it so much,he also took many other traits from his parents such as,being impulsive,talkative,hard-headed, nosy,expressive,both his father and mother had these traits,h'm"i guess thats why they fell for each other". Pickly became very good at talking with other people and making friends,he learned how to do this by observing the ways that his lord spoke with people and gained their favor.As the highest member of the kings elite guard the king Enzo allowed me access to the master smith that crafted his own armour in order to protect me while fighting by his side.On many occasions the armour has saved my life and allowed for me to keep fighting.For example,while fighting alongside his lord Enzo during a siege they were surrounded by 15 enemy soldiers and as they were fighting their foes a sword struck Pickly in the side which glanced off but knocked the air out of him,while regaining his strength he was swarmed by 5 foes each one striking him hard in the head and the chest,Enzo saw this and came to his aid allowing for him to regain his breath and kill the last of the attackers and ultimately winning the battle.Pickly tells people the story all the time and never fails to mention that without that armour he would have been dead before he could say help.
Eliran has learned many things on his travels from the far reaches of the east and hopes to learn much more from the people he surrounds himself with,but again he always remains aware of his friends for even the greatest of people can be swayed by the jingle of a coin pouch or the sound of a blade.
Equipment: Heraldic Elite Armour,2 handed sabre,Scale Gauntlets,plate boots