Name: Eradiel Norfolk
Gender: Male
Clan: Life Clan
Class: Swordsman
Element: Light
Personality:Eradiel's nature is very stoic. At any point where he might be responsible for his liege's safety, (ie anywhere but in their own base of operations.) he is alert and quiet. Favoring himself a consummate professional, he tends to avoid social interaction as much as possible. His movements are always fluid and economic. His most obvious mannerism is that he will subconsciously check and pat his various weapons every few moment. While he naturally obfuscates these motions, an keen observer will notice it.
When he is in a situation where he can relax his guard, his demeanor doesn't improve much. The sense of humor he does have, is dry and a bit
eccentric. The only time he seems to really enjoy life, is when he is fighting, but this is often misunderstood. Eradiel does not gain any delight from the fight itself, it's what he fights
for that brings him contentment.
History:Eradiel grew up in a remote area of the world. The Great Clans, and other organizations were no more than boogeymen told of in stories. The only real power was possessed by the gangs of bandits that ruled the hills and valleys of his homeland. At age twelve, the one day swordsman was left at home while his parents traveled a few miles down the road to do business with a neighboring family. They never came back.
Eradiel didn't find out for many years what had happened. His parents were on their way to sell some goods that had seemingly been abandoned on the side of the road near their house. Eradiel's father was normally an honorable man, however, the troupe of rogues that charged for protection had been raising their 'fee'. His father knew they would soon not be able to afford to pay them off. So he had decided to sell the goods he had found.
On the way the original owners, a smaller rival group of highwaymen, found Eradiel's parents, and killed them, taking back their property. The bodies were never found. Eradiel only found out the truth later when he was hired to kill one of the bandits many years later.
When his parents didn't come home, Eradiel went out to search for them. After a few weeks, he lost hope and gave up. When the local goons showed up to collect, he tried to hide, but they broke in. When they learned that his parents were missing, they took up residence in his house, and drafted him into their ranks. Frightened for his life, he cooperated. His natural aptitude for blades earned him a bit of respect amongst bandits. He even earned the nickname 'Two Cuts Norfolk' for his propensity for using two blades in battle.
A couple of years later at the age of fifteen, Eradiel's life changed again. A wandering group of mercenaries journeyed out to the remote locale of his homeland in search of their target. Eradiel at this point was leading a small group of his fellow thieves, and stumbled upon them. His comrades attacked, hoping to increase their wealth.
During the skirmish, all of the youth's companions were slain. He himself had managed to kill three of the mercenaries, but was left at three to one odds with the remaining ones. After some desperate fighting, one managed to score a strike at his left side, piercing his chest above his heart. His world went black. He awoke in a fevered sweat. The mercenaries, impressed with his skill at such a young age, had decided to tend to his wounds.
In his weakened state, he traveled with the three men for a few weeks. One night, the group's prey decided to make a guerilla attack of his own, hoping to kill his would be assassins in their sleep. Eradiel was awake however, and when the man passed by him, he struck out at him with a dagger he had procured earlier in the night, and killed him. The mercenaries decided that perhaps the youth could be a valuable addition to their party, and invited him on. Having no other options, Eradiel accepted.
The next three years were spent working as a hired hand. He received formal sword training, and was taught basic merchanting skills. All was going well until one of the men he travelled with, was recognized by a city guard in Barton as a wanted criminal. His group attempted to retreat. One comrade was stricken down by a crossbow bolt. Another by a guards cudgel to the head. And the third recieved a quick death by cold steel. Eradiel however, managed to get a round a corner. The guards hadn't seen his face. He was too busy looking back, to see the man in front of him.
He ran full force into a plate mail clad Lumitae. Eradiel, being the smaller of the two, was knocked to the ground. He stood and began to apologize when he was stricken speechless by the armored man's presence. Lumitae could seem to sense that Eradiel was a warrior by nature, and told him that he sensed that he was looking for a future. After a long conversation in the alley, Eradiel agreed to join the Life Clan. It is a decision he has never regretted.
Eradiel has served Lumitae for nearly four years now, and in that time, they have defended others and each other under the direst of circumstances. The swordsman respects Lumitae, and his loyalty is unwavering. His views on everything else are virtually unknown, due to his unwillingness to have in depth conversations.
AppearanceEradiel stands roughly six feet tall, with a lean build. His long blonde hair is tied back with numerous white straps down it's length. Dull blue eyes are visible under his bangs and leather headband. His skin is surprisingly pale and unscarred despite his chosen profession. His arms however underneath the gloves and bracers he wears display a number of scars. He also had a large scar on his chest just above his heart.
His clothing is loose fitting around his joints, and tight fitting around his torso. He refuses to wear any armor other than his bracers, boots, and the round leather disc that he has strapped over his left breast. He prefers white and tan coloring to his clothes, as he believes a warrior of the Life Clan should be readily identifiable.
Across his person, a collection of blades hang readily available in their sheathes. Everything from throwing knives to his favored cutlasses, to a light scimitar on his back are readily accessible.
Other:An avatar edit the looks roughly like Eradiel.
The cutlasses he wields look roughly like this.
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