Name: Ronrid “Ron” Gardla
Age: 23
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5’9”/ 180 cm’s
Weight: 179 lbs/ 81 kg’s
Occupation: Adventurer
Personality: Ronrid is a self-centered, usually tentative man. Many would judge him by his appearance, but their assumptions are immediately rattled after they collaborate with the aloof individual. Many won’t take him seriously, and eventually they pay for it. But not dearly. He doesn’t necessarily slaughter, or maul all those who cross his pass. Simply he would do that to the fools that would squander his time. Ronrid is also a very impatient man, and with a high temper, his actions could show off as driven, and naive at times.
Despite this, he would take extreme lengths to protect his allies and friends. He will always remain loyal - as long as his partners respond in kind, that is.
Though very rarely would he shake his head to an opportunity associated with adventures. He seeks out adventures; not money, not women and surely not liquor. Ever since his uncle’s passing, he had been bustling about the world like the aquatic creatures that migrate across the seas. His objectives are infinite - aside from fulfilling his uncle’s wish - and he will continue searching for adventure in every cavern, in every forest, in every desert, and definitely every corner. In two words; Ronrid is an audacious lunatic.
Appearance: Ronrid is a male with fair skin, and green, acute eyes. A patch of straight, brown hair covers his head. And a growing beard and mustache are covering his jaws. What he lacks in endurance, he makes up for it with speed. He could run extremely fast, and remain at his maximum speed; for a limited amount of distance.
Beneath his black, medieval trenchcoat lies an untold number of weapons, allowing him to approach his target even within sight, and stealthily take him down without a moment’s notice. Tucked beneath the neck of his coat is a dark neckwarmer scarf, which he uses to mask the majority of his face - up to the bridge of his nose - when in combat. This also applies for his hood, which he may or may not use with the neckwarmer to conceal his identity.
History: Originally hailing from Salvar, Ronrid virtually hasn’t an idea of his past. He was never told of his parents, and was raised by his only friend and maternal contact, his uncle. He grew to be very fond him, and even take him as his role model. Ronrid would even accompany his uncle on risky adventures, which explains why he pursues them these days. From the day of his birth until his 14th, uncle Richwulf had raised him as his son. While Ronrid never truly questioned the truth about his parents.
Since then, Richwulf took him to the mountains of Salvar and trained him with the sword daily. Each session, Ronrid practiced with a stiff, round branch, with a grip at it’s base sculpted in a form of a hilt. He used it ceaselessly-- striking, slashing and stabbing at the many pine trees of the north. Richwulf was no expert Swordsman; he was more or less someone akin to a physician. He wanted to make one out of Ronrid.
Then one day, during an ordinary training session, a masked thug emerged from the forest, and charged headlong at Richwulf, who remained unaware of the approaching threat. But fortunately before the dagger reached Richwulf, the thug tumbled and dropped into a crater to his doom. The dagger had barely missed Richwulf’s neck. The whole thing was unfold before Ronrid. Yet the dagger remained, and as a substitute, he was given the dagger; which fit his young hands as any sword would fit in a man’s.
Then Richwulf began displaying vague symptoms, including violent seizures and a high fever, which was severe enough that it was accompanied by delirium. Ronrid vowed to transport his ill uncle to a doctor. But unfortunately a day before his estimated arrival at the doctor’s, Richwulf passed before his fifty first birthday. He had however mouthed his nephew a few words before his death - who was, at the time - hardly beyond his teens.
Ronrid could only fathom out the word ‘seek,’ and yet still he wonders what is he to seek.
Skills: Swordsmanship - Ronrid has mastered his skills with a sword, allowing him to handle one with graceful aptitude.
Abilities: Agility - Rondrid's ability to physical situations increases twice the average agility capacity. Agility bonus can passively be activated at will. It takes approximately two turns after the Agility bonus has been activated to reactivate again. Agility requires concentration. The bonus to Agility is only active for about two-three turns.
Precision - Ronrid proves to be one of high class when it’s down to hand-to-hand combat. He could discover sensitive points with ease; where others would foolishly overlook, and seize the information to his advantage. Though he must remain passive and undisturbed for a specific amount of time to study his enemies and learn about them.
Impairing Slash - As an expert swordsman, Ronrid can slash through his enemy’s hamstrings to disable his/her movement. Leaving him with the decision to either spare or slay his disabled enemies. This technique can only be used once per battle. Due to it's fairly granting advantage, it is evadable by most, if not all.
Equipment: Ronrid’s Iron Sword
Ronrid’s Iron Dao
Familiars: Poxsu. A talking squirrel usually seen fixed on one of Ronrid’s shoulders.
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