Rune [Mercenary]
Nov 12, 2014 7:01:58 GMT
Post by Rune on Nov 12, 2014 7:01:58 GMT
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Rune
GROUP
Plegian
AGE
20
BIRTHDAY
December 1st
WEAPON
Bronze Sword
CLASSES
Mercenary, Archer, Cavalier, Thief
POSITIVES
Dedicated, Honest, Loyal, Hard Working, Resourceful
NEGATIVES
Acerbic, Pessimistic, Blunt, Sarcastic, Rude
BIO
Plegia, a kingdom ever fraught with turmoil and political strife, was the place were young Rune was brought into the world. His family was impoverished, former knights that had fallen from grace more than a generation back. They were a family stretched thin as is without the burden of another mouth to feed. Rune's mother was of poor health and, too no one's surprise, died in the middle of giving birth to Rune forcing the need for him to be forcefully removed from her womb. Despite this Rune's father never begrudged his son for stealing away the life of his beloved. He was a man that had been broken by her death but vowed to never take it out on Rune. Rune grew up in a meager household but found himself never wanting when it came to attention from his father. The man taught him everything he could survive in the world they lived in. For most of his early life he could vividly recall that no matter how hard his father worked during the day he would always find time for him. His father worked as a blacksmith on the fringes of a remote village where most of the poor and destitute lived. Rune saw all types enter their humble shop. It was a peaceful life. Looking back on it now he would have learned to cherish those days all the more.
The remote nature of their village meant that support from Plegia's army was fleeting. When a crisis happened it was often too late for them to do anything about it. It was around the time he had turned seven that a large group of bandits raided the town. They pillaged, plundered, and razed the poor village. They fought back of course but they could do little against the crushing strength of the bandits. The men of the village were killed and the women and children taken prisoner for slavery or worse. Rune lost his father and his home that day. However he was a boy with an inner strength that came from his knightly heritage. He wouldn't take this lying down. In the dead of night, three nights after the raid, the bandits had gotten roaring drunk. Rune saw it as a chance to escape or, even better, to enact revenge. Malnourished from poverty as is it was easy for him to slip free of his bonds and sneak into the bandit leader's tent. Rune was fully prepared to take the head of the scum who destroyed his home but wasn't prepared for what he saw. The leader of this despicable group of bandits was a woman. She also had her senses about her unlike the rest of her group. She easily overwhelmed him. He thought he was dead for sure but this woman admired his guile and spirit. She took him in.
Rune learned a lot in the seven years he traveled with the Black Claw bandits. He learned how to fight, how to steal, how to survive. The skill he learned and relished the most though was how to kill. Rune was a natural at killing. He had this uncanny instinct that made shoving a blade into someone second nature to him. The more he killed the more he reveled in the carnage and bloodshed. He would have grown into a fine young murderer had the bandit company not run afoul of Plegia's army after years of dodging their own deaths. Rune was young and while the bandit leader was merciless she was not heartless. Before they were captured she made sure that Rune escaped by passing him off as one of their slaves. He shouldn't suffer their fate. She told him to go and live his life any way he could and to forget about killing. He was free to do what he wanted.
For a long time he felt lost. Like his life had no purpose. He needed the edge, the jolt of adrenalin that came with the kill. He wandered from arena to arena taking part in bloodsport in order to scratch that itch. Even as young as he was he was a fearsome fighter. Not every fight he took part in was to the death. He didn't win every fight but when his life was on the line he tore through his competition like paper. Eventually though the killing got boring. The fighting grew dull. There was no thrill in the fight anymore. The now seventeen year old Rune found himself at an impasse. If he could not fight then what would he do with his life? Perhaps the greater challenge lied not in killing but in not killing. If he could win without spilling blood then wasn't that a greater showing of his skills? That was the conclusion he came to. Rune threw aside his blade and took up an aged bronze sword covered in patina and began to make a new name for himself in the arena.
Eventually his reputation caught the eye of a mercenary company. A lot of their men had been lost in a recent job and so they had been going around from arena to arena looking for men and women to fill their ranks. Rune was a natural choice thanks to his skill with such a dull, rusted weapon. Rune found new purpose in mercenary work. It was a job that was never dull and put his skills to use in ways he had never thought of. Ultimately he found the idea of being a wandering sellsword much more appealing than that of a gladiator or ruthless killer. He also struck out on his own mere months after joining the company. He's been working as a mercenary on his own ever since and has never looked back.
OTHER
-Rune purposefully uses a rusted bronze sword instead of better equipment, It makes it harder to kill with and provides a greater challenge to him.
-Favorite Flower: Camellia
-Favorite Phrase: "Your skill is as dull as my blade."
FACE-CLAIM
TALES OF DESTINY, leon magnus
Rune
GROUP
Plegian
AGE
20
BIRTHDAY
December 1st
WEAPON
Bronze Sword
CLASSES
Mercenary, Archer, Cavalier, Thief
POSITIVES
Dedicated, Honest, Loyal, Hard Working, Resourceful
NEGATIVES
Acerbic, Pessimistic, Blunt, Sarcastic, Rude
BIO
Plegia, a kingdom ever fraught with turmoil and political strife, was the place were young Rune was brought into the world. His family was impoverished, former knights that had fallen from grace more than a generation back. They were a family stretched thin as is without the burden of another mouth to feed. Rune's mother was of poor health and, too no one's surprise, died in the middle of giving birth to Rune forcing the need for him to be forcefully removed from her womb. Despite this Rune's father never begrudged his son for stealing away the life of his beloved. He was a man that had been broken by her death but vowed to never take it out on Rune. Rune grew up in a meager household but found himself never wanting when it came to attention from his father. The man taught him everything he could survive in the world they lived in. For most of his early life he could vividly recall that no matter how hard his father worked during the day he would always find time for him. His father worked as a blacksmith on the fringes of a remote village where most of the poor and destitute lived. Rune saw all types enter their humble shop. It was a peaceful life. Looking back on it now he would have learned to cherish those days all the more.
The remote nature of their village meant that support from Plegia's army was fleeting. When a crisis happened it was often too late for them to do anything about it. It was around the time he had turned seven that a large group of bandits raided the town. They pillaged, plundered, and razed the poor village. They fought back of course but they could do little against the crushing strength of the bandits. The men of the village were killed and the women and children taken prisoner for slavery or worse. Rune lost his father and his home that day. However he was a boy with an inner strength that came from his knightly heritage. He wouldn't take this lying down. In the dead of night, three nights after the raid, the bandits had gotten roaring drunk. Rune saw it as a chance to escape or, even better, to enact revenge. Malnourished from poverty as is it was easy for him to slip free of his bonds and sneak into the bandit leader's tent. Rune was fully prepared to take the head of the scum who destroyed his home but wasn't prepared for what he saw. The leader of this despicable group of bandits was a woman. She also had her senses about her unlike the rest of her group. She easily overwhelmed him. He thought he was dead for sure but this woman admired his guile and spirit. She took him in.
Rune learned a lot in the seven years he traveled with the Black Claw bandits. He learned how to fight, how to steal, how to survive. The skill he learned and relished the most though was how to kill. Rune was a natural at killing. He had this uncanny instinct that made shoving a blade into someone second nature to him. The more he killed the more he reveled in the carnage and bloodshed. He would have grown into a fine young murderer had the bandit company not run afoul of Plegia's army after years of dodging their own deaths. Rune was young and while the bandit leader was merciless she was not heartless. Before they were captured she made sure that Rune escaped by passing him off as one of their slaves. He shouldn't suffer their fate. She told him to go and live his life any way he could and to forget about killing. He was free to do what he wanted.
For a long time he felt lost. Like his life had no purpose. He needed the edge, the jolt of adrenalin that came with the kill. He wandered from arena to arena taking part in bloodsport in order to scratch that itch. Even as young as he was he was a fearsome fighter. Not every fight he took part in was to the death. He didn't win every fight but when his life was on the line he tore through his competition like paper. Eventually though the killing got boring. The fighting grew dull. There was no thrill in the fight anymore. The now seventeen year old Rune found himself at an impasse. If he could not fight then what would he do with his life? Perhaps the greater challenge lied not in killing but in not killing. If he could win without spilling blood then wasn't that a greater showing of his skills? That was the conclusion he came to. Rune threw aside his blade and took up an aged bronze sword covered in patina and began to make a new name for himself in the arena.
Eventually his reputation caught the eye of a mercenary company. A lot of their men had been lost in a recent job and so they had been going around from arena to arena looking for men and women to fill their ranks. Rune was a natural choice thanks to his skill with such a dull, rusted weapon. Rune found new purpose in mercenary work. It was a job that was never dull and put his skills to use in ways he had never thought of. Ultimately he found the idea of being a wandering sellsword much more appealing than that of a gladiator or ruthless killer. He also struck out on his own mere months after joining the company. He's been working as a mercenary on his own ever since and has never looked back.
OTHER
-Rune purposefully uses a rusted bronze sword instead of better equipment, It makes it harder to kill with and provides a greater challenge to him.
-Favorite Flower: Camellia
-Favorite Phrase: "Your skill is as dull as my blade."
FACE-CLAIM
TALES OF DESTINY, leon magnus
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