Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Nov 8, 2018 22:49:19 GMT -8
Gisheler, Man-at-Arms
Resolve level: 0
-Appearance
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Physical Description:
Despite a history of blood and steel, Gisheler maintains a rather basic physique(158lbs, or 71kgs), though a habit of fasting has let his bones impress their design about his ribs and collar and elbows. His height is neither humbling nor intimidating, standing at roughly 5’7”(170cm); it’s enough to scare most farmer folk and those of a softer make than a mercenary.
And, while the grime and grease might not impress a noble court, his jawline was certainly meant to stand out against the crowd, with a complimentingly broad chin with a subtle cleft. His eyes seem to be in a constant and intense squint, with creases and bags in the skin around it giving implying a greater age than he is. Despite the squint, his verdant green eyes glimmer in the torchlight like emeralds in a treasure hoard.
In a curious contrast, his brow and scalp are bedecked by a viciously black range of hair, with his brows growing a bit out of control, he does keep his hair slicked back… By what means is perhaps best left unspoken.
His physique is markedly absent of any notable wounds; there are odd scars about his collar that look to be where some great beast plunged its teeth, though the wounds impress an uncomfortably human design to those teeth. And there are many… it was no precise vampiric bite, rather, a mad chomping and clawing.
A constellation of scars ranging from his breast to his kidney look to have been made by crossbow bolts.
Attire: A man of simple means, his attire is merely his armor sans the armor; he wears simple hempen hosen that tuck into simple pointed shoes over his legs, with a gambeson an black tabard covering yet more simple hemp, sewn to be a tunic this time. About his hands are cuffed leather gloves, with reinforcing leather about the wrist and cuff itself to hold the leather fast and tight.
-Biography
Quirks:
+Early Riser - This one rises without the call of The Light - “I’ll make breakfast.”
+Stress Faster - Slowly, it relinquishes itself of the Mortal Coil - “No, I’m not hungry.”
-Tone Deaf - The tune of battle and song alike are lost on this one - “It was good, I’m sure.”
-Faithless - It has lingered in the grey realms of Limbo for, perhaps, too long - “We had torches lit, we’d said our prayers; blessed by the Fire, all that. Company lost three quarters of its men that night.
Backstory Synopsis:
Blue blood turns red on the battlefield; Gisheler was couped up and neglected as the youngest and latest child to be born to a family of nine, on that same number for age he was stolen from his bed in the dead of night, and raised by a mercenary company when his family refused to pay ransom.
He learned to fight with sword and shield, to use both in a shieldwall and in a melee. How to tend wounds, how to make them… All the things good sellsword would need. And he was a good sellsword.
The Mercenaries of the Black Crowns Brigade ran their course in the gears of war, t’ill they froze over in the Far North and shattered like glass. Gisheler was left with nothing but his month’s pay, and a fleeting rumor of blood to be spilled… In the Darkest Dungeon.
Full Backstory:
Misc. Notes:
Was a part of the Mercenary Company known as the Black Crowns Brigade; known for being straightforward Dogs of War, simple, efficient, and utterly ruthless in execution… But they were honorable; they did not raid, or demand steeper prices. They supposedly earned their name when the company snuck into a Northern Lord’s holdfast and lined it with pitch before burning it, and the Lord’s Huscarls, down to smoldering ash.
There was no head of the Lord to prove their deed done… but there was a Crown, Blackened by soot and flame.
The Brigade met their end when their Leader ran the company in a long and bloody campaign against the Northern Barbarians in a contract for The Light. Last mentions of the company come from refugees and battered miltiamen, often spitting on their name, as the Brigade abandoned them in a hopeless expedition to quell the Barbarian threat at the Heart.
Gisheler moves and talks without wasting breath, usually. He seems to be constantly on the march, with a stiff back and a hand on the hilt of his sword.
His tongue impresses a subtle hint of Germanic heritage, though it has long since been muddled with an assortment of other accents from his time in the Black Crowns Brigade.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons:
+Arming Sword
[Using Oakeshotte Typology] Type XVI Blade and hilt, with a Type M pommel, and a Type 6 Crossguard with a rainguard
Sheathe is made of simple hardened leather, reinforced with steel at the opening and tip, with half-inch wide girders going up each facing.
+Rondel Dagger
8in. Pyramid-shaped blade, average hand-guard and pommel width, 3 rivets along the hilt bound by blue cord
Sheathe is made of hardened leather, with treated wood and rivets reinforcing the shape.
Armor:
+Black Tabard
-Made of tightly woven fabricks, and lacking a lining, the bulk of the tabard looks to be in tact, if not a bit muddied from travels, with the edges beginning to fray. It is cinched tight at places where Gisheler made some shoddy stitchwork to keep the tabard relatively presentable. The tabard is thick enough to give some warmth, as well as to ward off glancing cuts and dampening blunter blows.
The black of the tabard has begun to scuff off, particularly about the knees and shoulders, showing the plain white beneath.
+Round, Black-painted Steel pauldrons
-Made from simple hammered steel, the pauldrons have pairings of rivets along the upper and lower portions to hold a leather strap for fastening it to his shoulders. There is also a small hole one the ‘top’ part of the circle, where string or twine or a leather thong can be tied to the chainmail or the tabard to hold it in place.
The armor was clearly a munitions make, and designed to give the simplest of protections from attacks coming above or around his shield’s blindside.
The black paint has begun to chip off, leaving only a scattering of smears across it surface.
+Short Chainmail Hauberk
-Made of strong and interlinked rings of steel, this hauberk looks to have seen better days but its maker forged it to endure many more. While humble in appearance, it lacks any signs of rust and the gilded rivets along the patterned and wide sleeves looks to imply a rather wealthy investment… Though, the gold rivets certainly stand out in contrast to the otherwise wholly steel attire of Gisheler.
The Hauberk has been shortened back to his biceps and thighs, leaving his forearms and shins exposed, but also unimpeded by the steel links. The well made maille is strong enough to withstand most slashing strikes and densely packed enough to endure a good stabbing, though, without padding the armor would certainly leave bruising.
+Blue Gambeson
-A Gambeson made of many layers of cloth, it peaks out from beneath the armor at his collar and along his forearms where his chainmail is lacking. There are a few marked stitchings of diligent design, in contrast to the shoddy work on his tabard. The blue has begun to wear away, and the simpler pale hue shows along the tightly knit edges and on the elbows and cuffs.
+Black-Crown Steel Nasal Helm
-Made of hammered steel, the Nasal Helm is nothing out of the ordinary, besides a signature black ‘crown’ painted on the embossed rim of the helmet. There are holes on the flanks for a chainmail coif and/or cheek guards to be latched through, if desired. The nasal plate also boasts three holes on either flank of the piece, and on the tip, to secure other miscellaneous protectors.
There is also a leather strap that can go under the chin to further secure the helmet.
+Chainmail aventail
-Made of interlinked steel rings, this aventail has been extended to the shoulders as well as the neck and the like. A leather flap of chainmail can be pulled up and fastened to protect the cheeks, mouth, and nose if need be.
+Arming cap
-A simple uncolored piece of layered fabric, to keep his helmet firmly on his brow, and to dampen blows to the head.
Other gear:
+Assortment of Pouches
-Contains Whetstone, 1 liter Leather Wine skin (contains vodka), Flint and steel, 3 ft. strip of leather, necklace of teeth
-Box for Sword Maintenance
-1x 8oz. Leather ovoid skin (contains assorted vegetable oil), 1x scroll of thick papyrus, 1x ball of chalk, 1x soft cloth handkerchief
Strengths:
+Experienced Swordsman
-Trained by mercenaries; the man knows how to fight and maintain his blade. He’s been in more than a few unfair and dishonorable scraps; he’s more than willing to use a dirty trick or two.
+Mercenary physique
-Used to long exhausting treks, fighting when unprepared, and for longer than anticipated.
+Mediocre Strength, Endurance, Vitality
-Capable of enduring simple labors of life; he is capable of lifting a well armored battle-brother, at roughly 220 lbs. Though he's forced to a walking pace.
+Barebones Life skills
-Knapping, foraging, cooking, and bandaging are skills he knows of but is barely capable of doing to a useful degree.
Weaknesses:
+Superstitious
-Quick to believe tales and myths, easily stressed and affected by them.
+Intolerant of Weakness
-Spares no time or courtesy for those unprepared.
+Daydreamer
-Can get lost in his own world. A troublesome habit when one needs to keep their eye out for traps on the road.
+Mediocre Defense
-While he is versed in defensive sword strokes, he is still lacking a shield and practice with protecting himself with other weapons besides a sword.
[REFERENCE IMAGES]
Gisheler portrait w/face
Oakeshotte Typology
