Post by Vinnamar on Feb 28, 2007 0:26:49 GMT
Name: Vinnam Marakesh
Race: Human
Class: Warrior (Specifically Heavy Warrior, uses large weapons.)
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Nature: Vinnam acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for others expect for him and his family. He makes his own way, but he’s kind and benevolent, oftentimes donating whatever loot he still after sending some to his family to poor passersby. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations, as they would impede the only way he has of making a steady income. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do, as he grew up with a father who was more of a tyrant than a loved one. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society.
Realm: Lianaar
Appearance: Vinnam has been a mercenary for 18 years, during which he met his wife, Leona, and those years show in the way he appears. His sword, Kraad, has been repeatedly patched up, and shows signs of immense wear and tear. At times, it seems as if the only thing holding it together are the ropes around it, but it is a surprisingly sturdy sword engraved with symbols of strength. A mixture of leather, splint, and chain mail, his armor is as battle-scarred as his sword, yet has survived countless battles and will doubtlessly survive countless more. He has traveled across the realms in search of work, and has acquired bits and pieces of his armor from nearly every realm, giving a mismatched appearance to his already exotic choice of armor. He rarely takes off the armor, not even when sleeping, as he has learned that it is better to be prepared and a bit fatigued than to be caught resting with your pants down.
He has a thick, barrel-chested build, with a hard, sun-beaten face from his many years of traveling. As a mercenary, he has become accustomed to the road, and has developed thickly muscled arms and legs from his years of fighting. His face is surprisingly clean, with a clean-shaven, straight jaw and straight brows. His teeth are also surprisingly clean, as he forgoes most things that would damage them, such as drink or the pipe, and only has one golden tooth, put in after a bar-fight in his early days left him with a cracked tooth. He rarely wears expensive jewelry or livery, except for his belt, which was his wedding gift from his wife Leona, a fellow mercenary. It is studded with various semi-precious stones, and has a lock mechanism inside of it to store money or identification papers. It has a charm of enlargement placed on the inside, making it useful to hold various objects. The space is limited, however, and it can only hold enough for a medium water-barrel. A secondary effect of the charm on the belt also halves the weight of the things inside of it, making it easier to carry around.
Family: Though he does not often mention them, Vinnam fights as a mercenary for his family, which include his wife Leona and their son, sixteen year old Rufus. They live in the realm of Lianaar, in a small village near the coast, and occasionally Vinnam goes home to them. Sadly, his son, growing up without a father figure in his life, has no love for him, but does not hate him either, understanding he must adventure to maintain his family. His wife, Leona, was a former mercenary companion, expert in using light blades such as rapiers and short-swords. His son, Rufus, has not shown much interest in going down the path of either parent, but has shown immense interest in archery, and has become passable, if not proficient, with his longbow.
History: Vinnam was born alone, a single child all his life. His mother, a bar-maid at a local tavern, was drunk a lot of the time, and forgot to feed him many times. His father, an evil-tempered man, was a mercenary as well, and rarely came by the home of Vinnam and his mother. His name was Arngrim, but to Vinnam, a more appropriate name would have been Tyrant. Constantly drunk, he arrived as suddenly as a storm at sea, beating his wife and son senseless, saying they lacked “obedience” and “discipline”. One day, when he was about eighteen, he flew into a blind rage when his father started to beat him. Throwing off the tyrant, he jumped up and made a grab for his fathers great-sword, the only weapon close at hand. Fueled by anger, hate, and a cold fury at all he had been forced to endure under Arngrim’s fist, he swung the sword at his father’s midsection in a devastating blow that severed his body from his legs. Even cut in half, for some reason the body of the tyrant seemed to mock him, and he continued to hack at him, his mind going blank before the all-consuming RAGE.
He awoke from his temporary blackout a few hours later, in an alley close to his home. He was covered in blood and bits of grisly meat, and yet he felt cleansed, as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He noticed he had brought the great blade he had used to strike down his hated father, and though he felt a momentary desire to throw it away, he decided against it. Other than the clothes on his back and the few coppers in his pocket, he was essentially without any possessions. Hefting the sword, he headed back to his home.
Exiting the alley, he started to head for home when he noticed the commotion up ahead. Going forward, he heard whispers coming from the crow surrounding his house.
“Did you hear? Arn finally bought it, neighbors reported a disturbance to the guards and they found him hacked up all to pieces.”
“I heard it was a rival mercenary.”
“Are you kidding? Probably some lunatic whack-job did it, nobody would want to kill him that bad.”
“They’ll probably hang the one responsible, murder is murder no matter how much of an evil person he was.”
Hearing this, he looked down at his clothes again. Covered in dried blood, bits of meat still hanging on him, carrying a large sword stained with fresh-spilled blood, he would be the prime suspect in any investigation. Running down the street before the peasants could see him and report him, he exited the town and finally came to a stop a mile or two out, stopping to rest in the shadow of a large tree by the side of the road. Plunging his father’s sword into the ground with a wry smile, he found he had mixed feelings about the blade. “Because of you I no longer have a home, yet because of you I was able to destroy the one thing I wanted to banish from my home. Though you might have been used for evil by my father, you shall nt have to bear that shame no longer. I christen thee Kraad, great-sword of Vinnam.” Given a name, he found he associated it less with the memories of the tyrant. Resting for a bit, he then got up, pulled Kraad from the earth, and began his long journey from the horrors of his first home.
For the next couple of years, he sold his blade to the highest bidder, mostly working as a guard for caravans and taverns. However, when he was 20 and well into his second year of being a mercenary for hire, he, along with some other people, were hired as bodyguards to a prominent official. One of the mercenaries chosen was his future wife, Leona. When he arrived to where they would be meeting, he imediately burst out laughing at the prospect of a WOMAN being a mercenary, as his mother had left him with a bad opinion about women. “The lord must have had too much wine last night, for him to hire a weakling GI-“ He was cut off mid-sentence by a blade at his throat. “If this GIRL is such a weakling, then how come I hold your life in my hands right now, and not you mine?” whispered Leona into his ear, laughing at him openly. From that moment, he took a liking to her, and they cooperated on many other jobs after the official was safe. Less than five months after they met, they wed, and settled down near the coast in the realm of Lianaar. Nine months later, Vinnam and Leona had their first and only son, Rufus. Living together for three more years, their past finally came back to haunt them, and their old underworld contacts came back, to their grief. They came offering to bargain, yet their argument was rally quite simple: return to the life of a mercenary or be killed in the night, along with their three year old son. They did give some lee-way, however. Only one of them had to go back, the other could stay with the child. Despite Leona’s protests, Vinnam once again hefted the mighty Kraad and set off around the world, the underworld hounding his every step, allowing him only short visits with his wife and son before he had to leave for another job. During this time, it pained Vinnam that he had become much like his father, in that he was never around. Then he looked back on the cruel beatings, the nights of terror, and the days of famine, and realized he was NOTHING like his father. He had a good wife who could protect herself and her son, he kept most of the loot he received during his various jobs and sent it back home, and he had a good son, despite the fact that they weren’t as close as he would like them to be. With a heavy heart, he journeys the realms for the cartel that has obtained his contract, yearning for the day when he can finally be free and be with his family.
Personality:
Intelligent: He has honed his fine mind to a razors edge, and he applies his above-average intelligence to his fighting tactics and mercenary life, making him an especially dangerous foe.
Introverted: He does not open up to many people, as he is constantly thinking about his family back home, and worrying that his son is not being raised with a solid father figure.
Brutal: He becomes a soul-less, intelligent killing machine when angered, much as when he killed his father. Next to nothing or no one, excepting Leona, can release him from this state till he has finished killing.
Weaknesses:
-His wife and son. If any action of his may result in harm to them, he would rather sacrifice his life for them than risk theirs.
-Ranged Combat. Though he has become a master at close combat, he is nearly helpless at ranges farther than the swing of his sword. He has tried to fix this, learning to deflect a few arrows with the width of his sword, but he is still at the mercy of any skilled archer.
-Head area. Throughout all his travels, he has never found it practical to wear a helm, as it interferes with his peripheral vision, the most important part of a Heavy Warriors attack strategy. If forced to, he will, but most times he is helm-less. While he is more than capable of defending his head from close-range weapons, he again suffers when defending from archers and long-range casters. This weakness is more of an extension to his Ranged Combat disability.
BBI (Basic, Boring Information):
Eye color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6’3
Weight: 230 lbs
Race: Human
Class: Warrior (Specifically Heavy Warrior, uses large weapons.)
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Nature: Vinnam acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for others expect for him and his family. He makes his own way, but he’s kind and benevolent, oftentimes donating whatever loot he still after sending some to his family to poor passersby. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations, as they would impede the only way he has of making a steady income. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do, as he grew up with a father who was more of a tyrant than a loved one. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society.
Realm: Lianaar
Appearance: Vinnam has been a mercenary for 18 years, during which he met his wife, Leona, and those years show in the way he appears. His sword, Kraad, has been repeatedly patched up, and shows signs of immense wear and tear. At times, it seems as if the only thing holding it together are the ropes around it, but it is a surprisingly sturdy sword engraved with symbols of strength. A mixture of leather, splint, and chain mail, his armor is as battle-scarred as his sword, yet has survived countless battles and will doubtlessly survive countless more. He has traveled across the realms in search of work, and has acquired bits and pieces of his armor from nearly every realm, giving a mismatched appearance to his already exotic choice of armor. He rarely takes off the armor, not even when sleeping, as he has learned that it is better to be prepared and a bit fatigued than to be caught resting with your pants down.
He has a thick, barrel-chested build, with a hard, sun-beaten face from his many years of traveling. As a mercenary, he has become accustomed to the road, and has developed thickly muscled arms and legs from his years of fighting. His face is surprisingly clean, with a clean-shaven, straight jaw and straight brows. His teeth are also surprisingly clean, as he forgoes most things that would damage them, such as drink or the pipe, and only has one golden tooth, put in after a bar-fight in his early days left him with a cracked tooth. He rarely wears expensive jewelry or livery, except for his belt, which was his wedding gift from his wife Leona, a fellow mercenary. It is studded with various semi-precious stones, and has a lock mechanism inside of it to store money or identification papers. It has a charm of enlargement placed on the inside, making it useful to hold various objects. The space is limited, however, and it can only hold enough for a medium water-barrel. A secondary effect of the charm on the belt also halves the weight of the things inside of it, making it easier to carry around.
Family: Though he does not often mention them, Vinnam fights as a mercenary for his family, which include his wife Leona and their son, sixteen year old Rufus. They live in the realm of Lianaar, in a small village near the coast, and occasionally Vinnam goes home to them. Sadly, his son, growing up without a father figure in his life, has no love for him, but does not hate him either, understanding he must adventure to maintain his family. His wife, Leona, was a former mercenary companion, expert in using light blades such as rapiers and short-swords. His son, Rufus, has not shown much interest in going down the path of either parent, but has shown immense interest in archery, and has become passable, if not proficient, with his longbow.
History: Vinnam was born alone, a single child all his life. His mother, a bar-maid at a local tavern, was drunk a lot of the time, and forgot to feed him many times. His father, an evil-tempered man, was a mercenary as well, and rarely came by the home of Vinnam and his mother. His name was Arngrim, but to Vinnam, a more appropriate name would have been Tyrant. Constantly drunk, he arrived as suddenly as a storm at sea, beating his wife and son senseless, saying they lacked “obedience” and “discipline”. One day, when he was about eighteen, he flew into a blind rage when his father started to beat him. Throwing off the tyrant, he jumped up and made a grab for his fathers great-sword, the only weapon close at hand. Fueled by anger, hate, and a cold fury at all he had been forced to endure under Arngrim’s fist, he swung the sword at his father’s midsection in a devastating blow that severed his body from his legs. Even cut in half, for some reason the body of the tyrant seemed to mock him, and he continued to hack at him, his mind going blank before the all-consuming RAGE.
He awoke from his temporary blackout a few hours later, in an alley close to his home. He was covered in blood and bits of grisly meat, and yet he felt cleansed, as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He noticed he had brought the great blade he had used to strike down his hated father, and though he felt a momentary desire to throw it away, he decided against it. Other than the clothes on his back and the few coppers in his pocket, he was essentially without any possessions. Hefting the sword, he headed back to his home.
Exiting the alley, he started to head for home when he noticed the commotion up ahead. Going forward, he heard whispers coming from the crow surrounding his house.
“Did you hear? Arn finally bought it, neighbors reported a disturbance to the guards and they found him hacked up all to pieces.”
“I heard it was a rival mercenary.”
“Are you kidding? Probably some lunatic whack-job did it, nobody would want to kill him that bad.”
“They’ll probably hang the one responsible, murder is murder no matter how much of an evil person he was.”
Hearing this, he looked down at his clothes again. Covered in dried blood, bits of meat still hanging on him, carrying a large sword stained with fresh-spilled blood, he would be the prime suspect in any investigation. Running down the street before the peasants could see him and report him, he exited the town and finally came to a stop a mile or two out, stopping to rest in the shadow of a large tree by the side of the road. Plunging his father’s sword into the ground with a wry smile, he found he had mixed feelings about the blade. “Because of you I no longer have a home, yet because of you I was able to destroy the one thing I wanted to banish from my home. Though you might have been used for evil by my father, you shall nt have to bear that shame no longer. I christen thee Kraad, great-sword of Vinnam.” Given a name, he found he associated it less with the memories of the tyrant. Resting for a bit, he then got up, pulled Kraad from the earth, and began his long journey from the horrors of his first home.
For the next couple of years, he sold his blade to the highest bidder, mostly working as a guard for caravans and taverns. However, when he was 20 and well into his second year of being a mercenary for hire, he, along with some other people, were hired as bodyguards to a prominent official. One of the mercenaries chosen was his future wife, Leona. When he arrived to where they would be meeting, he imediately burst out laughing at the prospect of a WOMAN being a mercenary, as his mother had left him with a bad opinion about women. “The lord must have had too much wine last night, for him to hire a weakling GI-“ He was cut off mid-sentence by a blade at his throat. “If this GIRL is such a weakling, then how come I hold your life in my hands right now, and not you mine?” whispered Leona into his ear, laughing at him openly. From that moment, he took a liking to her, and they cooperated on many other jobs after the official was safe. Less than five months after they met, they wed, and settled down near the coast in the realm of Lianaar. Nine months later, Vinnam and Leona had their first and only son, Rufus. Living together for three more years, their past finally came back to haunt them, and their old underworld contacts came back, to their grief. They came offering to bargain, yet their argument was rally quite simple: return to the life of a mercenary or be killed in the night, along with their three year old son. They did give some lee-way, however. Only one of them had to go back, the other could stay with the child. Despite Leona’s protests, Vinnam once again hefted the mighty Kraad and set off around the world, the underworld hounding his every step, allowing him only short visits with his wife and son before he had to leave for another job. During this time, it pained Vinnam that he had become much like his father, in that he was never around. Then he looked back on the cruel beatings, the nights of terror, and the days of famine, and realized he was NOTHING like his father. He had a good wife who could protect herself and her son, he kept most of the loot he received during his various jobs and sent it back home, and he had a good son, despite the fact that they weren’t as close as he would like them to be. With a heavy heart, he journeys the realms for the cartel that has obtained his contract, yearning for the day when he can finally be free and be with his family.
Personality:
Intelligent: He has honed his fine mind to a razors edge, and he applies his above-average intelligence to his fighting tactics and mercenary life, making him an especially dangerous foe.
Introverted: He does not open up to many people, as he is constantly thinking about his family back home, and worrying that his son is not being raised with a solid father figure.
Brutal: He becomes a soul-less, intelligent killing machine when angered, much as when he killed his father. Next to nothing or no one, excepting Leona, can release him from this state till he has finished killing.
Weaknesses:
-His wife and son. If any action of his may result in harm to them, he would rather sacrifice his life for them than risk theirs.
-Ranged Combat. Though he has become a master at close combat, he is nearly helpless at ranges farther than the swing of his sword. He has tried to fix this, learning to deflect a few arrows with the width of his sword, but he is still at the mercy of any skilled archer.
-Head area. Throughout all his travels, he has never found it practical to wear a helm, as it interferes with his peripheral vision, the most important part of a Heavy Warriors attack strategy. If forced to, he will, but most times he is helm-less. While he is more than capable of defending his head from close-range weapons, he again suffers when defending from archers and long-range casters. This weakness is more of an extension to his Ranged Combat disability.
BBI (Basic, Boring Information):
Eye color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6’3
Weight: 230 lbs