Alhert
03-14-08, 07:14 PM
Name: Alhert Richenburg
Age: 42
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark brown with grey streaks
Eye Color: His left eye is hazel; his right is covered by a patch, presumed missing
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 214 lbs
Occupation: Mercenary
Personality: Alhert’s personality could be compared to a wall; stable, resolute and generally sedentary. One of life’s natural sergeants, he may also be described as an iceberg; simple, slow, but nigh unstoppable once a decision has been made. Often content to wait until needed, he occasionally can offer a veritable well of almost unspeakably unhelpful advice.
Appearance: Miserable, grizzled old bugger. These thoughts would be among the first to cross the minds of someone viewing Alhert. Quickly followed by ‘one eyed’, scarred, brutish, intimidating. ‘Wanted: Dead or Alive’ wasn’t uncommon, either. Brown and gray hairs were pulled back in a short ponytail, not hiding an inch of the concrete block that was considered his head. Without a neck, the block was cemented directly upon broad shoulders. His armor and clothes were in much the same condition; used, beaten, slightly rusted, and rugged.
History: A career soldier, Alhert was a groundpounder in the Coronian army from the day he was old enough to convincingly lie about his age to his retirement, two years ago. After six months of the good life, he stated that enough was enough (or, more accurately, “Bugger this for a game of stones!”) and dug out his old armor and kit, with plans to rejoin.
Unfortunately, he was rejected due to his age and handicap (this was terribly unfair; no one had kicked him out because of his lost eye). Ever since, he’s been doing odd mercenary jobs, traveling the countryside and otherwise enjoying himself.
When asked about his time of service, he will usually mention a campaign or two, but avoid any real mention of what he did. As far as rank, he averaged about a sergeant, sometimes a little higher, sometimes a little lower.
Skills: Alhert has managed to survive to a relatively old age in an extremely dangerous career. His abilities reflect this; he is a very talented combatant, knowing how to use many kinds of weapons, as well as simpler, hand-to-face combat. He isn’t flashy or elegant, but he is efficient.
Spear: Average
Sword: Above average
Unarmed: Average
Bow: Below Average
Equipment: Besides simple traveling gear, Alhert is heavily armed, sporting a spear, a short sword and a dagger. A half-decent shot, he carries a short bow too, though it is usually used for hunting (as such, he only carries ten arrows). He is armored with a steel helm and cuirass, as well as a chain mail shirt.
Age: 42
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark brown with grey streaks
Eye Color: His left eye is hazel; his right is covered by a patch, presumed missing
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 214 lbs
Occupation: Mercenary
Personality: Alhert’s personality could be compared to a wall; stable, resolute and generally sedentary. One of life’s natural sergeants, he may also be described as an iceberg; simple, slow, but nigh unstoppable once a decision has been made. Often content to wait until needed, he occasionally can offer a veritable well of almost unspeakably unhelpful advice.
Appearance: Miserable, grizzled old bugger. These thoughts would be among the first to cross the minds of someone viewing Alhert. Quickly followed by ‘one eyed’, scarred, brutish, intimidating. ‘Wanted: Dead or Alive’ wasn’t uncommon, either. Brown and gray hairs were pulled back in a short ponytail, not hiding an inch of the concrete block that was considered his head. Without a neck, the block was cemented directly upon broad shoulders. His armor and clothes were in much the same condition; used, beaten, slightly rusted, and rugged.
History: A career soldier, Alhert was a groundpounder in the Coronian army from the day he was old enough to convincingly lie about his age to his retirement, two years ago. After six months of the good life, he stated that enough was enough (or, more accurately, “Bugger this for a game of stones!”) and dug out his old armor and kit, with plans to rejoin.
Unfortunately, he was rejected due to his age and handicap (this was terribly unfair; no one had kicked him out because of his lost eye). Ever since, he’s been doing odd mercenary jobs, traveling the countryside and otherwise enjoying himself.
When asked about his time of service, he will usually mention a campaign or two, but avoid any real mention of what he did. As far as rank, he averaged about a sergeant, sometimes a little higher, sometimes a little lower.
Skills: Alhert has managed to survive to a relatively old age in an extremely dangerous career. His abilities reflect this; he is a very talented combatant, knowing how to use many kinds of weapons, as well as simpler, hand-to-face combat. He isn’t flashy or elegant, but he is efficient.
Spear: Average
Sword: Above average
Unarmed: Average
Bow: Below Average
Equipment: Besides simple traveling gear, Alhert is heavily armed, sporting a spear, a short sword and a dagger. A half-decent shot, he carries a short bow too, though it is usually used for hunting (as such, he only carries ten arrows). He is armored with a steel helm and cuirass, as well as a chain mail shirt.