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GENERAL-
Name:[/b][/color] Sancraid
Profession: Sellsword, Bodyguard, and general traveling mercenary
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
PHYSICAL-[/b]
Race: Human / Winterborn
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Voice Description: In contrast with his rather youthful face, Sancraid's voice is somewhat rough, and has a raspy, grating quality to it, making him sound somewhat sick, as if he has a mild cold. Despite this, he is perfectly healthy, so he gets somewhat annoyed when people ask if he's sick simply because of the way his voice sounds, when he looks fine otherwise.
Clothing: When traveling outside of a city, or in any other situation that requires him to be ready for a battle, he generally wears his armor, which consists of a mixture of leather interspersed with scale mail covering his torso, thighs, and arms above the elbow joints, and lighter, pure leather armor gauntlets, greaves, and boots. He does not wear a helmet, as he prefers to keep his vision completely unobstructed. When simply staying inside a city, he wears more normal clothing, a blue tunic with black breeches and leather shoes. His sole piece of jewelry is a necklace with a wolf's head biting a crescent moon.
Build / Complexion: While extremely fit, Sancraid's body structure is more along the lines of an acrobat and sprinter than what you would think of as a warrior, and his build is extremely light. His body is, essentially, built for prolonged high speed movement and agility, but he is somewhat delicate compared to other Winterborn warriors, as his fighting style requires him to keep moving, so his armor must be light.
Physical Description: Sancraid has a lean body and a youthful face, and his somewhat long black hair is kept tied in a ponytail. That black hair has been known to make others question if he is really Winterborn at all, as that combined with the fact that he is somewhat shorter and lighter than other Winterborn, and that he prefers wandering outside of Sunderbran, have all led to jeering from both Winterborn(who question his race), and other humans, who discriminate against Winterborns due to their often uneducated and poor villages.
MENTAL-
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths / Skills:
Weaknesses:
Fears:
Personality Description: Sancraid is a mercenary, but doesn't show many of the characteristics common to those who normally have that job. He isn't exactly the calm, calculating, only in it for the money type. His business as a sell-sword is mainly as a way to actually make money while adventuring at the same time, but he still takes the job seriously. One of the main tenants that he adheres to while working is that a contract is something close to absolute. Even if he might not particularly like an action that his contract requires him to do, he'll still do it. It has to be truly repugnant and outright evil before he has any chance of refusing a direct order from his boss. Things such as killing children are the things that would get refused.
Despite this aspect, he is an otherwise carefree and laid back person. He's an unusual person who would say “It should be natural for you to drink until dawn with someone you get along with, even if you'll have to fight them in the morning”. He's generally eager to get into a fight, as after all the hard work he had to go through to earn his skills and strength, the questions “Can I win? Is my blood and my sweat equal to the natural strength of that monster? Is it equal to his blood and sweat?”. It is rare for him to back down from an enemy unless directly ordered by his current employer, or not backing down would result in bad things happening to innocent people. To those who are neither enemies nor potential employers, he sometimes doesn't have much idea how to deal with them. Comforting people is not his strong suit, and he is much better at teasing people to distract them from problems rather than helping them get over things permanently.
He loves his family and dog more than anything else, and even though he spends most of his time traveling with only the dog, he is the type of person to swear a blood feud if someone were to harm his family, and then make good on it, hunting down the perpetrator relentlessly. This loyalty to family can extend to those that he works with on difficult contracts multiple times, and “I will absolutely not allow this person to be hurt.” gets worked into his moral code.
HISTORICAL-[/b]
Place of Birth: Sunderbran, Etoma
Current Residence: None
Known Family:
Chosen Pantheon: Human Pantheon of Godlings
Preferred Deity: Teres
Past History:
Sancraid's father, Stanrobe, was a fisherman in the natural harbor town of Etoma, and one of the few people in the area who provided food that was not traded directly from Valikerie, or brought in from foreign lands such as Imperia. While the natural fisheries were not as plentiful here as in Beaudan, Sancraid's father had little competition, and fishing had become the family business. He grew up with his mother absent from the house, with his sister Einnashe being the one to sell off his and his fathers catch, as well as repairing most of the supplies that inevitably ended up broken at sea in the somewhat harsher area that Sancraid and his father were fishing off of. The only things his mother had left behind with the family was Einnashe's necklace of a lion head biting the sun, and Sancraid's own wolf head necklace.
While most would say that this life was a happy one, if a little dull, Sancraid was not in any way satisfied with his dreary existence. Despite his rather humble origins, small size, and dark hair, the blood of Sunderbran ran through his veins and he hungered for adventure and battle. The somewhat scrawny child quickly became the subject of jeering and mocking, as he began to challenge kids much bigger and stronger than him to fights in order to work up his strength. He usually lost. At his age, with a body and mind completely untrained for battle, and weaker than the larger, older boys he was fighting, his chances of winning weren't much higher than zero.
However, there was no way this child would resign himself to a life of being weaker than those around him. If his strength was lower, then he would rely on the advantages gained from his smaller, sleeker body. At this point, he began to practice spear fighting whenever he had spare time outside of fishing, seeing the advantage that could be gained from reach and agility for someone like him, as the weapon was not based primarily in physical strength. In addition, whenever he was fishing with his father, he was able to practice using the spear with spear-fishing. In addition, he also taught himself knife throwing and how to use javelins(which he mainly does not carry now due to their being too unwieldy for traveling with).
At this point, he was starting to get into his teenage years, and despite the fact that he was still smaller than other Winterborn, he wasn't losing those fights anywhere near as often now. More often then not, if a fight had the option of choosing your own weapon, he would win. Even in pure hand to hand, he was now able to hold his own against most other Winterborn humans, making liberal use of speed and agility to get punches in, and making use of the occasional joint lock.
It was around this point that mother came home, and it became obvious just where Sancraid had inherited his battle lust from. For Sumire quickly proved that she was pretty much the opposite of Stanrobe in basically every way. There was no easy life for her, or either of her children, and there was very little that the poor fisherman could do to prevent her from “toughening them up”. Thinking of this as a great idea, Sancraid agreed to training immediately.
He was unconscious five seconds later.
And Sancraid's life continued thus without any seeming end in sight. The skills he had worked so hard on within the village, availed him none against one who had been spending their life fighting the monsters that prowled outside of it. This inescapable fact was beaten into him every other day by Sumire, who only wasn't training him every day because Einnashe got his off days. After a year of this treatment, Sancraid was starting to be able to hold his own for a little while, but he still felt like he was nothing but a child again, losing every fight. In his mind, there was no way he'd ever get out of this situation if he simply stayed and was beaten into submission everyday.
So, after arming himself with a spear, throwing knives, and a set of leather armor
Site History: WIP
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GENERAL-
Name:[/b][/color] Sancraid
Profession: Sellsword, Bodyguard, and general traveling mercenary
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
PHYSICAL-[/b]
Race: Human / Winterborn
- The harsh cold of the southern continent has made the Winterborn a strong people (+5 XP to Vitality, +5 XP to Endurance), with a known knack for warfare (+5 XP to ONE Combatant Fortitude Stat). The lack of education and interaction with more educated lands, however, often shows itself outside of Sunderbran (-5 XP to Intelligence, -5 XP to Social).
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Voice Description: In contrast with his rather youthful face, Sancraid's voice is somewhat rough, and has a raspy, grating quality to it, making him sound somewhat sick, as if he has a mild cold. Despite this, he is perfectly healthy, so he gets somewhat annoyed when people ask if he's sick simply because of the way his voice sounds, when he looks fine otherwise.
Clothing: When traveling outside of a city, or in any other situation that requires him to be ready for a battle, he generally wears his armor, which consists of a mixture of leather interspersed with scale mail covering his torso, thighs, and arms above the elbow joints, and lighter, pure leather armor gauntlets, greaves, and boots. He does not wear a helmet, as he prefers to keep his vision completely unobstructed. When simply staying inside a city, he wears more normal clothing, a blue tunic with black breeches and leather shoes. His sole piece of jewelry is a necklace with a wolf's head biting a crescent moon.
Build / Complexion: While extremely fit, Sancraid's body structure is more along the lines of an acrobat and sprinter than what you would think of as a warrior, and his build is extremely light. His body is, essentially, built for prolonged high speed movement and agility, but he is somewhat delicate compared to other Winterborn warriors, as his fighting style requires him to keep moving, so his armor must be light.
Physical Description: Sancraid has a lean body and a youthful face, and his somewhat long black hair is kept tied in a ponytail. That black hair has been known to make others question if he is really Winterborn at all, as that combined with the fact that he is somewhat shorter and lighter than other Winterborn, and that he prefers wandering outside of Sunderbran, have all led to jeering from both Winterborn(who question his race), and other humans, who discriminate against Winterborns due to their often uneducated and poor villages.
MENTAL-
Likes:
- Cool to cold weather
- Meat
- Alcohol
- Jokes, particularly dirty jokes
- Traveling
- Fighting, particularly one-on-one duels
- Swimming
- Cù Sìth (his companion, and a magical beast also known as a barrow hound)
Dislikes:
- Extremely hot weather
- Questioning his race
- Being forced to stay in a single location
- Fancy, upper class areas
- Cowards and traitors
Strengths / Skills:
- Fast and agile
- Capable of dodging almost anything due to danger sense
- Has a reach advantage against swords and other close-combat weapons
- Resourceful and well learned at wilderness survival
- Excellent Tracker
- Expert in Animal Care
- Able to resist illusion and enchantment magic easily.
Weaknesses:
- Cannot fight well with heavier armor
- Can't take a hit as well as most other fighters due to lack of heavy armor
- Spear causes less physical trauma than slashing or blunt weapons
- If he cannot control distance, he isn't able to fight as well due to weapon limitations.
- His spear is not built for blocking, and a shield would weigh him down, making his main form of defense simply dodging, as he cannot block an attack with risking his weapon being destroyed.
- Lacks any resources and influence in cities and towns
- Relates to animals more easily than people.
- No steady income
Fears:
- Cù Sìth dying
- Being arrested
- Being forced to stay in one area for a long period of time.
- Dying of poison(slightly paranoid about food he did not either make himself, or buy at a random market stall in a city he had just entered)
- Losing the heirloom necklace from his mother
- The thought of coming home to find his family dead.
Personality Description: Sancraid is a mercenary, but doesn't show many of the characteristics common to those who normally have that job. He isn't exactly the calm, calculating, only in it for the money type. His business as a sell-sword is mainly as a way to actually make money while adventuring at the same time, but he still takes the job seriously. One of the main tenants that he adheres to while working is that a contract is something close to absolute. Even if he might not particularly like an action that his contract requires him to do, he'll still do it. It has to be truly repugnant and outright evil before he has any chance of refusing a direct order from his boss. Things such as killing children are the things that would get refused.
Despite this aspect, he is an otherwise carefree and laid back person. He's an unusual person who would say “It should be natural for you to drink until dawn with someone you get along with, even if you'll have to fight them in the morning”. He's generally eager to get into a fight, as after all the hard work he had to go through to earn his skills and strength, the questions “Can I win? Is my blood and my sweat equal to the natural strength of that monster? Is it equal to his blood and sweat?”. It is rare for him to back down from an enemy unless directly ordered by his current employer, or not backing down would result in bad things happening to innocent people. To those who are neither enemies nor potential employers, he sometimes doesn't have much idea how to deal with them. Comforting people is not his strong suit, and he is much better at teasing people to distract them from problems rather than helping them get over things permanently.
He loves his family and dog more than anything else, and even though he spends most of his time traveling with only the dog, he is the type of person to swear a blood feud if someone were to harm his family, and then make good on it, hunting down the perpetrator relentlessly. This loyalty to family can extend to those that he works with on difficult contracts multiple times, and “I will absolutely not allow this person to be hurt.” gets worked into his moral code.
HISTORICAL-[/b]
Place of Birth: Sunderbran, Etoma
Current Residence: None
Known Family:
- Stanrobe (Father)
- Einnashe (Older Sister)
- Sumire (Mother)
Chosen Pantheon: Human Pantheon of Godlings
Preferred Deity: Teres
Past History:
Sancraid's father, Stanrobe, was a fisherman in the natural harbor town of Etoma, and one of the few people in the area who provided food that was not traded directly from Valikerie, or brought in from foreign lands such as Imperia. While the natural fisheries were not as plentiful here as in Beaudan, Sancraid's father had little competition, and fishing had become the family business. He grew up with his mother absent from the house, with his sister Einnashe being the one to sell off his and his fathers catch, as well as repairing most of the supplies that inevitably ended up broken at sea in the somewhat harsher area that Sancraid and his father were fishing off of. The only things his mother had left behind with the family was Einnashe's necklace of a lion head biting the sun, and Sancraid's own wolf head necklace.
While most would say that this life was a happy one, if a little dull, Sancraid was not in any way satisfied with his dreary existence. Despite his rather humble origins, small size, and dark hair, the blood of Sunderbran ran through his veins and he hungered for adventure and battle. The somewhat scrawny child quickly became the subject of jeering and mocking, as he began to challenge kids much bigger and stronger than him to fights in order to work up his strength. He usually lost. At his age, with a body and mind completely untrained for battle, and weaker than the larger, older boys he was fighting, his chances of winning weren't much higher than zero.
However, there was no way this child would resign himself to a life of being weaker than those around him. If his strength was lower, then he would rely on the advantages gained from his smaller, sleeker body. At this point, he began to practice spear fighting whenever he had spare time outside of fishing, seeing the advantage that could be gained from reach and agility for someone like him, as the weapon was not based primarily in physical strength. In addition, whenever he was fishing with his father, he was able to practice using the spear with spear-fishing. In addition, he also taught himself knife throwing and how to use javelins(which he mainly does not carry now due to their being too unwieldy for traveling with).
At this point, he was starting to get into his teenage years, and despite the fact that he was still smaller than other Winterborn, he wasn't losing those fights anywhere near as often now. More often then not, if a fight had the option of choosing your own weapon, he would win. Even in pure hand to hand, he was now able to hold his own against most other Winterborn humans, making liberal use of speed and agility to get punches in, and making use of the occasional joint lock.
It was around this point that mother came home, and it became obvious just where Sancraid had inherited his battle lust from. For Sumire quickly proved that she was pretty much the opposite of Stanrobe in basically every way. There was no easy life for her, or either of her children, and there was very little that the poor fisherman could do to prevent her from “toughening them up”. Thinking of this as a great idea, Sancraid agreed to training immediately.
He was unconscious five seconds later.
And Sancraid's life continued thus without any seeming end in sight. The skills he had worked so hard on within the village, availed him none against one who had been spending their life fighting the monsters that prowled outside of it. This inescapable fact was beaten into him every other day by Sumire, who only wasn't training him every day because Einnashe got his off days. After a year of this treatment, Sancraid was starting to be able to hold his own for a little while, but he still felt like he was nothing but a child again, losing every fight. In his mind, there was no way he'd ever get out of this situation if he simply stayed and was beaten into submission everyday.
So, after arming himself with a spear, throwing knives, and a set of leather armor
Site History: WIP
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