Post by ContinuumBlamesVan on Aug 9, 2017 18:25:43 GMT -8
ULYSSES
Resolve level 1: Occhio di ferro (Man-at-Arms/ Abomination)
-Appearance-
Age: ~29-37
Weight:
[Including Armor:] 193 lbs
[Without Armor:] 160.5 lbs
[Beast Form:] 631 lbs
Height: 5’10”
Gender: Male
Physical Description: See the reference images below for a start. For a man who calls himself old and attempts to keep himself out of the eye of the public, his posture can shift from a slouched and unassuming hunch to a commander's attention in the blink of an eye. He hates doing it, but some people seem to enjoy seeing that little switch. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that while he claims to be weak, he was spotted lifting an armored man with one arm easily. Or that his physique, when not covered by his armor and clothing, is what some would call "a veteran's body." Others might describe it as rugged, worn but built and still strong with scarring and at least two brands, one on his chest, one on his throat. . .And something else entirely. Few see these scars though, as he remains covered most of the time, and takes care to never leave a wound untreated. His eyes, a pale blue, almost match the premature greying that has streaked into his dark and messy hair, clearly in need of a cutting. Unfortunately, no amount of cutting or dying his hair will hide the scarring across his left eye; it is permanently seared shut.
Biography:
Quirks:
+Unyielding- There is a story that just will not end, no matter how much he claims it all is.
+Hard Skinned- Scars always tell a story. Most of it is of survival, but. . .
-Witness- Fools and blowhards, the lot of them. Religion holds little appeal.
-Dark Temptation- He came looking for something. And if it needs to be prodded and torn from depths unspeakable, then so be it. . .
Synopsis: A tired "old man". A mute, a drifter, and according to a portion of the Hamlet, far more than he will ever admit to.
Worn Equipment: Black-steel munitions plate, a hatchet, a new longsword of some weirdly colored steel or iron (his old one broke thanks to that excursion), pouches, sheathing across back, a large wrapping covering his neck and lower face, and a small decorative shield with crests and symbols on it.
Skills & Equipment
Weapons: a new longsword of some weirdly colored steel or iron (his old one broke thanks to that excursion) and a hatchet
Armor: munitions plate, small shield with crests and symbols on it
Items: Flint and steel (stored), waterskin, pack, scraps of fabric, parchment, ink, and a writing utensil, those bloody books he refuses to share
Strengths: Skilled in Germanic, Italian longsword styles and a brutal user of knightly armored combat technique, veteran soldier (and all that that entails), strong and highly durable,is a giant as all hell crab beast, seems to possess prior experience as a commanding officer.
Weaknesses: Mute, unhealthy interest in strange phenomena, withdrawn and guarded about possessions,is a giant as all hell crab beast, has an extremely severe dislike of water
Traits: Quiet (Not always by choice), slightly paranoid, possessive, preoccupied, curious/ driven for information, professional about timing and contracts, crabby
Resolve level 1: Occhio di ferro (Man-at-Arms/ Abomination)
-Appearance-
Age: ~29-37
Weight:
[Including Armor:] 193 lbs
[Without Armor:] 160.5 lbs
[Beast Form:] 631 lbs
Height: 5’10”
Gender: Male
Physical Description: See the reference images below for a start. For a man who calls himself old and attempts to keep himself out of the eye of the public, his posture can shift from a slouched and unassuming hunch to a commander's attention in the blink of an eye. He hates doing it, but some people seem to enjoy seeing that little switch. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that while he claims to be weak, he was spotted lifting an armored man with one arm easily. Or that his physique, when not covered by his armor and clothing, is what some would call "a veteran's body." Others might describe it as rugged, worn but built and still strong with scarring and at least two brands, one on his chest, one on his throat. . .And something else entirely. Few see these scars though, as he remains covered most of the time, and takes care to never leave a wound untreated. His eyes, a pale blue, almost match the premature greying that has streaked into his dark and messy hair, clearly in need of a cutting. Unfortunately, no amount of cutting or dying his hair will hide the scarring across his left eye; it is permanently seared shut.
Biography:
Quirks:
+Unyielding- There is a story that just will not end, no matter how much he claims it all is.
+Hard Skinned- Scars always tell a story. Most of it is of survival, but. . .
-Witness- Fools and blowhards, the lot of them. Religion holds little appeal.
-Dark Temptation- He came looking for something. And if it needs to be prodded and torn from depths unspeakable, then so be it. . .
Synopsis: A tired "old man". A mute, a drifter, and according to a portion of the Hamlet, far more than he will ever admit to.
The story of the fall and loss of a famous Condottiero, and the rumors surrounding the events that transpired were, for a while, a topic of great interest and debate when they first reached the Hamlet some years ago. He, for that is one of the only facts that people were able to really recall about the figure by the time the story had reached out beyond its land’s initial borders, was a brilliant Condottierio, or mercenary captain. Highly decorated, an honorary member of knightly orders, his achievements were hailed as the pride of his home city, the pride of his country. A Hero they called him, as if that mattered. But he and his company just vanished in what became known as their final mission; the extermination and subjugation of a village built around an abbey that had, over the course of some years, garnered an increasingly strange and unholy reputation. The fifth squadron of militiamen and conscripts that had failed to return was the final straw for the powers-that-be, it seemed, leading to the “commission,” a thinly-veiled order to the mercenary company.
The results were declared by the powers to be a “tragic, pyrrhic victory;” the abbey and its surrounding blighted lands were supposedly cleansed, the heretics and darkness supposedly driven out, at the cost of the Condottiero and his men. That the families never received any confirmation other than the rumors of blackened skies and screaming the night the final mission occurred, that there were rumors of something else, a sort of plated, horrifying creature rampaging about that had never been seen before, and that nary a scrap of the coat of arms of the band could be found were perfunctorily ignored. Some who spoke too much on the topic perhaps vanished, or were thoroughly discredited, and so in a matter of months, the story became old news, gossip that, by the time it reached outside the territories was nothing more than a fun little ghost story.
The interim decade saw the rise of new stories, besides. In Jerusalem, a man called "Demir Göz" appeared and vanished after a brief trip to sites of knowledge. The towns surrounding the Black Sea and Białowieża Forest told stories of "žaliezny vačej" and "Żelazne Oko" who left with the same stoic expression he first arrived with, searching for Baba Yaga, to no avail. England and Ireland had a visit from "Iron Eye," who visited Glastonbury and the Skellig Islands. Whatever the "Eye" saw there, he never spoke of, said the monks. A small village in France, which had suffered under the fear of some creature or thing from the forests, found itself given a respite by "Oeil de Fer" in what would be called the first Gévaudan Incident. A tournament held at the borders of Germany and Switzerland saw the victory of "Eisenauge", who took only half the reward money and a horse for his reward, leaving the kingdom and never looking back.
It is rare for a single failure to so define a man’s life that they are unable to ever escape its shadow. Usually, these sorts of events are a single disastrous defeat or a crushing blow so thorough that it becomes impossible to ever recover fully. Every adventurer or would-be hero that comes to the Hamlet has their own stories, their own hard-learned lessons and skeletons in their closets. “Ulysses” as the scribbled name introduced him, no doubt has his own. His only claims are the trappings of a mercenary, some small and closely guarded books he refuses to let others see, and a small parrying shield with crests that he keeps closer than the books. Utterly mute and habitually paying for a private room, how he is still here is something of a mystery to all, and one he has no intention (or ability) to share any time soon.
Confirmed to have been a veteran of at least one crusade thanks to a conversation with one Libourg, recently another name has surfaced in association with the handyman- Old Man Hawkwood.
The results were declared by the powers to be a “tragic, pyrrhic victory;” the abbey and its surrounding blighted lands were supposedly cleansed, the heretics and darkness supposedly driven out, at the cost of the Condottiero and his men. That the families never received any confirmation other than the rumors of blackened skies and screaming the night the final mission occurred, that there were rumors of something else, a sort of plated, horrifying creature rampaging about that had never been seen before, and that nary a scrap of the coat of arms of the band could be found were perfunctorily ignored. Some who spoke too much on the topic perhaps vanished, or were thoroughly discredited, and so in a matter of months, the story became old news, gossip that, by the time it reached outside the territories was nothing more than a fun little ghost story.
The interim decade saw the rise of new stories, besides. In Jerusalem, a man called "Demir Göz" appeared and vanished after a brief trip to sites of knowledge. The towns surrounding the Black Sea and Białowieża Forest told stories of "žaliezny vačej" and "Żelazne Oko" who left with the same stoic expression he first arrived with, searching for Baba Yaga, to no avail. England and Ireland had a visit from "Iron Eye," who visited Glastonbury and the Skellig Islands. Whatever the "Eye" saw there, he never spoke of, said the monks. A small village in France, which had suffered under the fear of some creature or thing from the forests, found itself given a respite by "Oeil de Fer" in what would be called the first Gévaudan Incident. A tournament held at the borders of Germany and Switzerland saw the victory of "Eisenauge", who took only half the reward money and a horse for his reward, leaving the kingdom and never looking back.
It is rare for a single failure to so define a man’s life that they are unable to ever escape its shadow. Usually, these sorts of events are a single disastrous defeat or a crushing blow so thorough that it becomes impossible to ever recover fully. Every adventurer or would-be hero that comes to the Hamlet has their own stories, their own hard-learned lessons and skeletons in their closets. “Ulysses” as the scribbled name introduced him, no doubt has his own. His only claims are the trappings of a mercenary, some small and closely guarded books he refuses to let others see, and a small parrying shield with crests that he keeps closer than the books. Utterly mute and habitually paying for a private room, how he is still here is something of a mystery to all, and one he has no intention (or ability) to share any time soon.
Confirmed to have been a veteran of at least one crusade thanks to a conversation with one Libourg, recently another name has surfaced in association with the handyman- Old Man Hawkwood.
Worn Equipment: Black-steel munitions plate, a hatchet, a new longsword of some weirdly colored steel or iron (his old one broke thanks to that excursion), pouches, sheathing across back, a large wrapping covering his neck and lower face, and a small decorative shield with crests and symbols on it.
Skills & Equipment
Weapons: a new longsword of some weirdly colored steel or iron (his old one broke thanks to that excursion) and a hatchet
Armor: munitions plate, small shield with crests and symbols on it
Items: Flint and steel (stored), waterskin, pack, scraps of fabric, parchment, ink, and a writing utensil, those bloody books he refuses to share
Strengths: Skilled in Germanic, Italian longsword styles and a brutal user of knightly armored combat technique, veteran soldier (and all that that entails), strong and highly durable,
Weaknesses: Mute, unhealthy interest in strange phenomena, withdrawn and guarded about possessions,
Traits: Quiet (Not always by choice), slightly paranoid, possessive, preoccupied, curious/ driven for information, professional about timing and contracts, crabby
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