Post by Dar Skri'Lem on Mar 5, 2017 5:52:21 GMT -5
Race/Ethnicity: Northen Human
Age: Approximately 32 years old
Birthplace: Dagger Isle
Appearance/Mannerism: There is no denying that Veldanon is an imposing figure, with broad shoulders and a tall upright stance. His features are chiseled, signaling the sign of enduring harsh winters. His hair is long, wavy and golden blonde with a impressive matching beard that boasts a long moustache with ringlets and braids. He speaks in a distinct Northen accent, something akin to a mix of real world Irish and Germanic accents. He's often looked at oddly by the more common speakers of Britannian dialects who sometimes find his accent hard to understand, especially when he is drunk, which is most of the time. His equipment and attire vary but often he's seen wearing his famous fur-lined cloak to protect from the cold weather and a shiny chainmail shirt overtop an unremarkable tunic. He is always seen wearing or holding his steel helmet, an open face design with an ornate noseguard.
Favorite Pastime: Fighting evil monsters and celebrating afterward with singing sailing songs while eating meat straight off the bone and drinking his favorite mix of red wine and moonshine in front of a roaring fireplace. Grooming his moustache.
Bio: Veldanon was born to a transient tribe of humans called Northen that live in the harsh climates of Sosaria, such as Dagger Isle and North Ilshenar. The Northen are well integrated into the societies of northern Britannia cities such as Minoc and Vesper. Due to their transient nature they are excellent horse breeders and sailors and usually are found working as guardsmen, mercenaries and traders in the region.
When he was only nine years old Veldanon and his three brothers left the wing of their father, a trader who sailed from Dagger Isle and Vesper often, to put their own marks on the world. At a young age he was taken in and trained by the Northen fighters of his tribe to be a fierce warrior, becoming a master of many weapons from sword, axe, spear, fist, teeth, fallen tree limbs, or nearby rocks. When he began to mature at the age of fifteen he began growing his moustache, a sign of the Northen warrior, which he keeps to this day decorated in the rings of many victories. In his late teenage years he sailed to Vesper with his brothers and took up arms working as a guardsman in the city. Later, with better pay offered, he signed on as a caravan guard. His travels took him from Vesper to Minoc and Yew and back again for many years working for a grisly man known only as the Captain, the leader of a hardened band of privately hired guard. Veldanon wasn't sure if the man ever really was a Captain, but he didn't mind as long as the coin was good and the mead and wine flowed like water.
On a recent venture out of Cove to watch over a flock of reagent traders the Captain's men were set upon by an ancient Lich that appeared from the woodlands. The only survivors were Veldanon and the Captain, who sustained permanent injuries. Without their capable leader Veldanon's company was disbanded and the Captain retired to Vesper.
The Northen warrior decided it was time to pack his saddlebags and head south, on the lookout for new work in the fabled city of Trinsic.
Age: Approximately 32 years old
Birthplace: Dagger Isle
Appearance/Mannerism: There is no denying that Veldanon is an imposing figure, with broad shoulders and a tall upright stance. His features are chiseled, signaling the sign of enduring harsh winters. His hair is long, wavy and golden blonde with a impressive matching beard that boasts a long moustache with ringlets and braids. He speaks in a distinct Northen accent, something akin to a mix of real world Irish and Germanic accents. He's often looked at oddly by the more common speakers of Britannian dialects who sometimes find his accent hard to understand, especially when he is drunk, which is most of the time. His equipment and attire vary but often he's seen wearing his famous fur-lined cloak to protect from the cold weather and a shiny chainmail shirt overtop an unremarkable tunic. He is always seen wearing or holding his steel helmet, an open face design with an ornate noseguard.
Favorite Pastime: Fighting evil monsters and celebrating afterward with singing sailing songs while eating meat straight off the bone and drinking his favorite mix of red wine and moonshine in front of a roaring fireplace. Grooming his moustache.
Bio: Veldanon was born to a transient tribe of humans called Northen that live in the harsh climates of Sosaria, such as Dagger Isle and North Ilshenar. The Northen are well integrated into the societies of northern Britannia cities such as Minoc and Vesper. Due to their transient nature they are excellent horse breeders and sailors and usually are found working as guardsmen, mercenaries and traders in the region.
When he was only nine years old Veldanon and his three brothers left the wing of their father, a trader who sailed from Dagger Isle and Vesper often, to put their own marks on the world. At a young age he was taken in and trained by the Northen fighters of his tribe to be a fierce warrior, becoming a master of many weapons from sword, axe, spear, fist, teeth, fallen tree limbs, or nearby rocks. When he began to mature at the age of fifteen he began growing his moustache, a sign of the Northen warrior, which he keeps to this day decorated in the rings of many victories. In his late teenage years he sailed to Vesper with his brothers and took up arms working as a guardsman in the city. Later, with better pay offered, he signed on as a caravan guard. His travels took him from Vesper to Minoc and Yew and back again for many years working for a grisly man known only as the Captain, the leader of a hardened band of privately hired guard. Veldanon wasn't sure if the man ever really was a Captain, but he didn't mind as long as the coin was good and the mead and wine flowed like water.
On a recent venture out of Cove to watch over a flock of reagent traders the Captain's men were set upon by an ancient Lich that appeared from the woodlands. The only survivors were Veldanon and the Captain, who sustained permanent injuries. Without their capable leader Veldanon's company was disbanded and the Captain retired to Vesper.
The Northen warrior decided it was time to pack his saddlebags and head south, on the lookout for new work in the fabled city of Trinsic.