Character descriptions

[Den Gar]

Name: Den Gar
Race: Mahirim
Characteristics: Stoic.
Department: (Trial) member
Aspirations: Ship building
Quick profile: Though Mahirim, Den Gar is curious about the world and people around him. His main concern is with hunting and working the fields to support himself. Though occasionally reverting back to his upbringing, Den tends to mind his own business unless provoked or seeking allies.

During his wandering, he had often heard the name "Wessex," their king "Mannus," and their allies. Despite the fact that Wessex was apparently filled him his racial enemies, Den hoped that, if accepted, Wessex would be a nation that would allow him to more safetly understand the world around him. Perhaps due to his nature, Den instinctively sought out the pack that belonged to such a powerful alpha male.

[Troas Archetto]

Name: Troas Archetto
Race: Tindremic
Age: 17
Characteristics: Has a heavy walk, drags his feet but is nimble. Has a loud personality but can be silent at times.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Light Brown/Blonde
Height: 5'11
Weight: 170 lbs

Favorite times: Hunting, Stealth, Reconnaissance.
Department: Bowman of the Ducal Garrison.
Usually at: Outside the Castle walls stalking pray or patroling.
Aspirations: To become a Knight or Greatest archer in the land
Most used weapons: Longbow, Bastard sword, Daggers.
Fighting Style: Swift quick blows.

His looks: Short hair, almost buzzed. Rounded face, short neck, long legs, medium torso, wide shoulders, long arms, small hands.

Wears a white cloak with leather armor underneath when inside the Castle walls with the Crest of Wessex on the back of his cloak.

When outside the walls on a mission or patrolling he wears outfits suitable to the environment.

[Ulrich von Carstein]

Name: Wilhelm von Idelau.
Race: Tindremic.
Age: 19.

Characteristics: A mild twitch within his right hand, as if seemingly wishing to grasp at something. He is generally reserved and concise in most aspects of everyday life, yet in combat is headstrong, rash and thus tends to have an outcome bordering on two extremes - resound success or utter failure. He is youthful, and thus brief hints of immaturty simmer to the surface, annoyingly so. Yet throughout this, he is devout to his faith.
Eye Color: Blue.
Hair Color: Golden Blonde.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 162 lbs

Favorite times: Easing into a leisurely walk, journeying the untested lands, maintaining his weaponry, armour beside a warming fireplace or his beast-companions on a humbling summers day.
Department: Villein/Trialist.
Aspirations: To join the military arm of the Duchy, achieve his heritage of nobility through means of joining such a family of the Duchy or acquiring it through feats of arms - and serve under a Knight as a Squire.
Most used weapons: Sword & Shield.
Fighting Style: A favourable defence, waiting for openings to strike within.

His looks: Cropped, blonde hair. Blue eyes, high cheekbones and a considerably paled skintone. Relatively slender, yet toned to endure strikes yet not deliver them, thus his preferred course of defensive combat.

[Twyster Stronngust]

Name: Twyster Stronngust.
Race: Kallard\Khurite\
Age: 30

Characteristics: Known as a mellow, kind and well spoken individual; he would never speak out of line. Respect was the utter most important value for him and he despised lying or traitorous men. With that, his sympathy towards the weak and will to thrive in all aspects were his key principles. Loving to teach others and assist in whatever way he could, he was also a believer of faith and karma - balance between all beings in the world.
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Hair Color: Golden Brown.
Height: 6'2 ''
Weight: 182 lbs

Favorite times: Practicing heraldry, training with fellow warriors, blessing soldiers and performing good deeds.
Department: Herald Emcee of the College of Arms, Deacon of the Church and Chaplain of the Ducal Garrison.
Aspirations: To guide the Ducal Garrison and the entire Church into eminence and glory.
Most used weapons: One-handed weapon & shield/Longbow
Fighting Style: Aggressive, quick and always alongside his brethren.

Looks: Golden brown hair - medium length, messy and somehow complimenting. Average size, athletically built and very quick with large calves and a strong back. On his body are many scars and marks, that he obtained while saving his younger brother, which almost looked like body art.

[Laylah Sothenic]

Name: Lepida Nuykani
Height: 178 cm or 5'10"
Weight: 132 lbs.
Eye Color: Dark but warm Brown
Hair: Thick and Brown-black and long
Race: Human (for MO: Kallard and Tindremene/Sarducaan)
Age: 35

Physical Appearance: Lepida, though taller than most Tindremene women, is not as big as most Kallard women. Her hair is probably quite long, but like a decent married woman she wears it braided, tied back, or rolled up, and partly covered most of the time. Her skin looks tanned even where it seldom sees the sun and light brown where it does. For clothing she favours linen and wool; much of it is in its natural colours but for any of her duties as a Herald she will put on a plain dress dyed with rose madder or indigo. Her face shows her age gently; it lacks baby-fat and is not lined, yet, but one can guess where the lines will be when they come-- mostly from smiling and worry, not from ill-temper. Her teeth are sound and white and yet she shows them very little, and saves her most unguarded smiles (and her most mischievous or determined expressions) for her husband and children.

Characteristics:(I always feel like not telling about traits of character but displaying those things instead. Below are the very barest things that anyone might easily pick up, on short acquaintance.)


Favorite times: Enjoys cooking and seeing people eat, and writing things down.
Department: Queen at Arms of the College of Heralds
Aspirations: A house, and more children. Possibly a respectable Inn.
Most used weapons: (Wields Malak, one-handed? That just sounds wrong. Really can't say unless and until I start using whatever's available under whatever circumstances.)
Fighting Style:
Not exactly a trained fighter, but if times get tough, she will harden up as needed; Kipling said it best. More, I cannot say at this time.

[Otto Osterwind]

Name: Otto Osterwind
Race: Kallard/Khurite
Age: 22
Facial Hair: None.
Body build: Muscled
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 6'3
Weight: Unknown

Family: Osterwind
Department: Footman
Usually at: The barracks, or on patrol
Aspirations: To protect his homeland.
Most used weapons: Spear and Two-handed sword.
Fighting Style: Defensive, counter-fighter
Favorite Mount: Horse, preferably with a saddle.

Background:

Born in Wessex, son of a farmer and tailor. Lead a decent life tending to the fields around Winchester. Decided to enlist in military service to protect his home (Wessex) and help support the familly.

[Keldain Pyresong]

Name: Keldain Windsong
Race: Tindreme/Sarducaan
Age: 24
Facial Hair: Gotee
Body build: Athletic
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blue
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 175lbs

Family: Mother: Sarducaan Sorceress / Father: Tindreme Adventurer / Maternal Grandfather: Lore Master / Paternal Family: Unknown
Department: Herald Trainee
Usually at: Bakti or wandering the wilds
Aspirations: Gather all Heroes of Virtue to the Banner of Wessex; Find details of his parents final quest.
Most used weapons: Songs of Peace and Destruction.
Fighting Style: Defensive, Counter-Mage.
Favorite Mount: feet?

Background: Keldain spent his childhood years in the Great Southern Wilderness (name?). Though his father was often away on business, his mother and grandfather made sure he had a happy childhood. His father was never able to stay long, but always brought exotic gifts from far off lands for Keldains delight. Following Keldains eighth birthday, his mother and father left on a quest of significant importance, never to be seen again. The remainder of Keldains childhood was spent in the care of his grandfather.

[Halrun Rudheim]

Name: Halrun Rudheim
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 210 lbs.
Eye Color: Jade
Hair Color: Dark Brunette
Race: Human (Tindremic)
Age: 21
Family: Deceased
Department: Footman

Favorite Past times: Eating, Sleeping and practicing drills
Aspirations: To become a professional soldier in the Duchy or to acquire a small plot of land for his own farm and to raise a family.
Most used weapons: Polearms (Glaives, halberds, voulges), swords (short swords and footman's falchions), spears, pikes and shields.
Fighting Style: Prefers to fight in rank-and-file styles but will remain defensive if at all possible or if commanded to press the attack.
Equipment: The standard-issue uniform as issued to militia and footmen as well as whatever armor may be issued, though chances are it will consist of padded armor with bits of leather and chain to make it more sturdy as well as a Kettle helm if available. His armaments would most likely consist of whatever polearm would be issued to him as well as a simple wooden shield (tower shield preferred), his side weapon most likely being a short sword or falchion as well as a small knife for mundane tasks and eating. His other possessions would likely be kept in a pouch upon his belt including his utensils, what little coin he actually kept on himself, any spare rations and personal items of his.
Favorite Mount: On foot marching, or riding in a wagon if available.

Background: Born into an impoverished family of potato farmers, Halrun was the youngest child of six and was the only to survive to adulthood. Upon reaching the age of fifteen, he was brought before his Lord during Midsummer, along with many of the other boys from within the Duchy, and was one of one hundred to have been selected to have been a Man-At-Arms, little more than a glorified peasant soldier that was better off than the rest of the peasantry by a sliver.

After close to five years of service under his Lord, he had been inadvertently 'freed' of his duties when the Regiment he had belonged to was massacred by a neighboring Duchy's forces, leaving Halrun to wander and to seek enlistment elsewhere. Though he would have found this when he happened upon Wessex and eagerly stepped forward to swear his fealty and his life to his new Lord.

[Gwydion apDon]

Name: Gwydion ap Don
Race: Human (Sarduccan)
Age: 37
Facial Hair: no
Body build: slim but athletic
Eye Color: green
Hair Color: grey
Height: 6'1
Weight: 188

Family:Don (mother), Beli (father), Amaethon (brother), Gilfaethwy (brother), Arianhrod (sister), Math (uncle)
Department: trial member
Usually at: Vadda or Bakti
Aspirations: to become a well respected and influential mage in the Duchy of Wessex, and in so doing, to be an asset to the Court and the residents of said Duchy
Most used weapons: short sword or dagger but only as a last resort
Fighting Style: magic – ranged dmg, kiting and heals
Favorite Mount: Dagamburz (horse)

Background:

Gwydion was born to an influential Sarduccan family living in old Tindrem. His father was killed when he was young by a group of Thursar ruffians. His mother then took Gwydion and his 3 siblings into the wild places of Nave and, using her skills in sorcery and nature lore, they lived off the land in the wilderness. Don taught her eldest, hardy Amaethon, the art of reaping and sowing and the ways of the land. She taught her daughter, fair Arianhrod, the etiquette and manners of the court, politics and how to wield influence. The third child, cunning Gwydion, was taught magic, to speak to the animals and trees, to heal and wield arcane energies. And Gilfaethwy, who had been a suckling at the time of their father's death, was left to his own freedoms, the youngest doted upon by his mother as she rationalized that she had nothing more to teach, only love to give. Thus they lived for a time and had many adventures. And Gwydion caused much mischief and grief without a care to the consequences. He was powerful, he knew it, and he used that power to get whatever he desired.

Then happened the Conflux (of which very little is known)... … ...

Gwydion remembers a great swelling of magical energies then nothing more. He awakens in Nave in the ether-realm with memory of his past up until the Conflux, but he has no idea how long this has been. He spends some time observing as a “ghost” around Vadda, then learns of a priest in the village that might be able to help him. He is not convinced since he is not religious, but hope drives him to at least try. He is surprised then when the priest is able to see him; disheartened when the priest refuses to help him. Then he hears a voice in his head that he does not recognize that says, “have faith and be cleansed Gwydion, look to the sun and your path shall be forever lighted.” He ponders this for a time and a glimmer of faith starts to grow inside him, he does not know how but it does. He approaches the priest again and is brought back into physical existence, with nothing but rags for clothes and a pickaxe and rusty shortsword to his name. He feels weak and finds that his grasp of magic, indeed all his skills and knowledges are a bit fuzzy. He has lost most of his power and will have to rebuild himself. And that meant there was no time to waste.

He turns to the priest and says: “Thank you! Faith prosper thee reverend!”

To which the priest replies: “May your soul stay clean my son, welcome to Vadda...”