Name: Kaelan
Homeland: Claims no land, and no land claims him.
Description: Kaelan is a massive warrior, standing at six-and-a-half feet, and fully 250 or more pounds of brute strength. His hair is black, his eyes a deep blue; his nose is short, his brows thick and drawn at an angle that gives them the look of a scowl.
Age: 23
Gender:Male
Race: Human
Weapons/powers/skills (optional):Greatsword, longsword, four shortswords and one hidden on him somewhere, eight daggers and two hidden, and a crossbow. Kaelan is a warrior of strength and skill, and has, in tale, where he is known as the White Ogre, killed nigh a hundred men in a few hours. The truth of the tale cannot be judged.
Drawbacks/Weaknesses: While Kaelan is a powerful warrior, he is also a powerful recluse, nearly refusing to enter society. While he is also generally of a philanthropic nature, he tends to leave those whom he has helped at the first sign of a return - flees, not simply leaves.
He remains reclusive due to his fear of himself, hindering his ability to understand society, and leaving him generally disliked by anyone and everyone. While his comprehension of justice is strong, his understanding of laws is nil. His ability with the crossbow is also very little, and it is used mainly to instill fear.
Kaelan once learned to read, and to write, but since the passing of years, has forgotten all but the most rudimentary levels of either skill. Finally, his aggressive nature tends to put him at odds with many who could otherwise have been his allies.
History:Kaelan's father was a rich and powerful merchant of some place, the name of the nation of his origin cannot be found. When Kaelan was but a wee lad, he was sent to be taught to fight as a soldier, but the soldier's life was not for him. When the request was given that he could not justify, he refused, and was sent away. His father disowned him, and Kaelan no longer speaks with the man, nor speaks of him. Indeed, Kaelan seems to have forgotten his past entirely, and simply wanders about in search of a venue, a place to sell his skills with the blade.
Sample post (needs to be 2-3 paragraphs):Thirty men stood quickly to their feet when the alarm was sounded, and rushed from their tents, weapons drawn, to see what was causing the commotion, and to stop it. The cage, where the prisoner had been held, was broken open, the door lying in the snow a few feet away. There, standing by the open entrance to the cage stood a massive man, a huge blade in his right hand, while over his left arm lay their prisoner, battered and ill as she was.
When he saw them, the stranger grinned slightly, and the men prepared for battle. One against thirty, this should prove simple. A first wave charged him, and Kaelan waited, and waited. The man nearest him raised his sword high, to bring it down on the enemy's head, and as it was coming down, then and only then did the warrior strike. The first man was severed nearly in half, the blade trailing from just above his up and slightly upward through his torso. The second man took it fully in the chest, and at halfway through, the cut stopped, for the most part, and he was flung toward the third man, who took the tip of the blade to the face. The fourth man was piled under the second and third, and the fifth ducked, escaping mostly unharmed.
More charged, and the man from the first wave stepped in to drive a blade through Kaelan's chest, but was the attack was parried quickly aside. Kaelan answered the attack by shouldering the soldier, throwing him backward into his allies, and then bringing his blade around again, spinning a complete circle and ending it with a slash drawn across the next five or seven, he'd stopped counting. Two more waves, each with more survivors, more slashing, more clanging of steel and screaming of men. Then, silence. The former prisoner felt herself being lifted from the ground by someone - or something - and, after being wrapped tightly in some warm sheet, a cloak, actually, being carried away, into the night.
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