Post by aesc on Jul 30, 2015 23:27:28 GMT
Name:
Essa Steelwall
Age:
20
Nationality:
Swadian
Hair:
Combed down, swept across the face
Eyes:
Brown
Facial Markings: One Scar across the left Eye
Skin Color:
Tannish-White
Height:
6 feet
Weight:
175 pounds
Build:
Muscular
Body Markings: None
Interests:
Weapons, Combat, Leadership, Adventure and Exploration
Dislikes:
Going Against the Law, Bandits, Raiders, Deceitful people
Strengths:
Physical and Mental Strength, Dexterity, Charisma
Weaknesses:
Limited Knowledge of the World around him
Skills:
Farming, Mining, Woodcutting, Anything Serf-Like, Trained in some combat,
Fears:
Heavy-set Warriors/ Barbarians
Profession:
Mercenary/ Farmer
Equipment: None except the knightly sword granted to him by his former master
Backround/History:
As a young boy Essa dreamed of exploring the world around him. He knew that there would be more in store for him than the small Swadian village that he lived in. Life in the village of Pravendar was complacent for most people. The owner of the village built many manors and improved the small town so much that many of the hard workers grew complacent and lazy with their improved lifestyle. Essa never stopped working hard for he sought to one day raise enough money to leave the village and set out on his own. His father was a poor farmer while his mother was a flax weaver, from them he learned morals and discipline; it was there that he learned to work hard and never give up in the face of adversary. Being a sharp young lad, Essa knew that if he were to venture out into the world he would need more than pure determination, he would need a way of defending himself. A travelling swordsman came through town looking for a young man to be his successor in his "rare" sword technique. Naturally, the man was just looking for a way to earn a little bit of gold with little actually teaching on his part. Upon hearing this Essa jumped at the opportunity, while he realized that the travelling swordsman probably only had the most basic of combat training, he thought to himself a little bit is better than nothing. After a few days of practicing with the live blade Essa found that he had quite the proficiency for the sword arts. The travelling swordsman saw that the boy learned fast... too fast. He decided to kill the boy and claim it was a "training accident" in order to maintain the little reputation that he had left, after all in a small town like this word travels fast that a young boy is close to surpassing a "swordmaster". He took Essa to a secluded area away from the village and challenged Essa to a duel as his final test, what he did not tell him is that this duel is the death. Essa fought will sheer power and determination, the years of heavy farmwork and learning about flax weaving from his mother clearly showed in his battle prowess both in strength and dexterity. The swordsman was losing the match and in desperation decided to tell Essa to halt and that he had "passed the test" while Essa put down his sword to rest for a fraction of a second the swordsman took the opportunity to swing at the young boy's head. Essa, being the nimble fighter was able to barely dodge the blow and found that his left eye was cut deeply and blood was entering his eye. He realized that this was no longer a duel and that the man sought to kill him. Essa fueled his newfound anger for the deceitful swordsman into his blade and quickly dispatched of him. Essa ran toward the village with all of his might only to find the town that he loved in flames. While he was gone a group of bandits stormed the village and set fire to everything while pillaging and raping all in their path. Essa quickly ran towards his house only to see his father's entrails strewn about the house and a group of bandits raping his mother. He charged in headlong fueled with hate for these man and quickly took out 3 of the 5, the fourth man fought well but he quickly succumbed to the strength of the young man. The last bandit in desperation decided that if he too was going to die he would take someone else with him, he quickly drew the dagger by his side and plunged it into the mother of Essa, her eyes widened in fear as death's embrace slowly washed over her. Essa now blinded by anger was filled with fury enough to strike fear into the hearts of many hardened men. He strode toward the bandit and with one stroke of his blade and sliced off his sword arm/ As his arm flew about the room, Essa proceeded to hack off the rest of his limbs one by one until only the head remained. With one quick slice the head toppled to the floor. Still not sated with his newfound lust for blood Essa proceeded to hunt down all of the bandits in the village and slaughtered every single one of them in a similar manner. After it was all over Essa emerged unscathed and well exhausted, his clothes were in tatters and knew it was no longer safe here. He gathered what little he could scrap from his old home and carrying only the sword on his back he sought out and vowed to never stray from the law and protect the weak so that no one else would have to witness the horrors that he had experienced that day. Unfortunately for him the horrors of that day come back to haunt him time and time again, only time will tell if he can overcome the horrors of that day or if he will succumb to the darkness and madness that he witnessed.
"Why do I protect the weak? I wish to be a hope for the hopeless"
- Essa Steelwall
Essa Steelwall
Age:
20
Nationality:
Swadian
Hair:
Combed down, swept across the face
Eyes:
Brown
Facial Markings: One Scar across the left Eye
Skin Color:
Tannish-White
Height:
6 feet
Weight:
175 pounds
Build:
Muscular
Body Markings: None
Interests:
Weapons, Combat, Leadership, Adventure and Exploration
Dislikes:
Going Against the Law, Bandits, Raiders, Deceitful people
Strengths:
Physical and Mental Strength, Dexterity, Charisma
Weaknesses:
Limited Knowledge of the World around him
Skills:
Farming, Mining, Woodcutting, Anything Serf-Like, Trained in some combat,
Fears:
Heavy-set Warriors/ Barbarians
Profession:
Mercenary/ Farmer
Equipment: None except the knightly sword granted to him by his former master
Backround/History:
As a young boy Essa dreamed of exploring the world around him. He knew that there would be more in store for him than the small Swadian village that he lived in. Life in the village of Pravendar was complacent for most people. The owner of the village built many manors and improved the small town so much that many of the hard workers grew complacent and lazy with their improved lifestyle. Essa never stopped working hard for he sought to one day raise enough money to leave the village and set out on his own. His father was a poor farmer while his mother was a flax weaver, from them he learned morals and discipline; it was there that he learned to work hard and never give up in the face of adversary. Being a sharp young lad, Essa knew that if he were to venture out into the world he would need more than pure determination, he would need a way of defending himself. A travelling swordsman came through town looking for a young man to be his successor in his "rare" sword technique. Naturally, the man was just looking for a way to earn a little bit of gold with little actually teaching on his part. Upon hearing this Essa jumped at the opportunity, while he realized that the travelling swordsman probably only had the most basic of combat training, he thought to himself a little bit is better than nothing. After a few days of practicing with the live blade Essa found that he had quite the proficiency for the sword arts. The travelling swordsman saw that the boy learned fast... too fast. He decided to kill the boy and claim it was a "training accident" in order to maintain the little reputation that he had left, after all in a small town like this word travels fast that a young boy is close to surpassing a "swordmaster". He took Essa to a secluded area away from the village and challenged Essa to a duel as his final test, what he did not tell him is that this duel is the death. Essa fought will sheer power and determination, the years of heavy farmwork and learning about flax weaving from his mother clearly showed in his battle prowess both in strength and dexterity. The swordsman was losing the match and in desperation decided to tell Essa to halt and that he had "passed the test" while Essa put down his sword to rest for a fraction of a second the swordsman took the opportunity to swing at the young boy's head. Essa, being the nimble fighter was able to barely dodge the blow and found that his left eye was cut deeply and blood was entering his eye. He realized that this was no longer a duel and that the man sought to kill him. Essa fueled his newfound anger for the deceitful swordsman into his blade and quickly dispatched of him. Essa ran toward the village with all of his might only to find the town that he loved in flames. While he was gone a group of bandits stormed the village and set fire to everything while pillaging and raping all in their path. Essa quickly ran towards his house only to see his father's entrails strewn about the house and a group of bandits raping his mother. He charged in headlong fueled with hate for these man and quickly took out 3 of the 5, the fourth man fought well but he quickly succumbed to the strength of the young man. The last bandit in desperation decided that if he too was going to die he would take someone else with him, he quickly drew the dagger by his side and plunged it into the mother of Essa, her eyes widened in fear as death's embrace slowly washed over her. Essa now blinded by anger was filled with fury enough to strike fear into the hearts of many hardened men. He strode toward the bandit and with one stroke of his blade and sliced off his sword arm/ As his arm flew about the room, Essa proceeded to hack off the rest of his limbs one by one until only the head remained. With one quick slice the head toppled to the floor. Still not sated with his newfound lust for blood Essa proceeded to hunt down all of the bandits in the village and slaughtered every single one of them in a similar manner. After it was all over Essa emerged unscathed and well exhausted, his clothes were in tatters and knew it was no longer safe here. He gathered what little he could scrap from his old home and carrying only the sword on his back he sought out and vowed to never stray from the law and protect the weak so that no one else would have to witness the horrors that he had experienced that day. Unfortunately for him the horrors of that day come back to haunt him time and time again, only time will tell if he can overcome the horrors of that day or if he will succumb to the darkness and madness that he witnessed.
"Why do I protect the weak? I wish to be a hope for the hopeless"
- Essa Steelwall