Lantor
10-29-06, 04:53 PM
Name: Lantor Leiahorn
Age: 26
Race: Half-Human/Half-Elven
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Green
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 250lbs
Occupation: Mercenary/Adventurer/Bodyguard
Personality: This large man always has a slight smirk over his face. A tough and hardy individual whose quick wit knows no bounds. He is arrogant, rude, and down right cocky in his mannerisms and a dealings with others. Loving to have a good time over a pint of ale and sweet telling of his adventurers. Quite the man's man, he is a walking pitcher of testosterone in all the bad ways. Always looking for the good fight, while harassing young women and gambling his earnings away at every opportunity.
Yet behind the foul manners, large muscles, and over confidence lies someone deeper. A kind-hearted individual who easily goes out of his way to aid those that he considers to be his friends. He believes in all the virtues of goodness and right, but has little use for laws and regulations. Having no patience for people who "try to push folk around and tell them what to do." His actions are guided by his own compass which, although good, may not always be in perfect agreement with the rest of society. As he has many bad dealings with the various town watch of various places.
Appearance: A large man by anyone’s standards easily taller than the average person by a good four inches. His muscles hardened and well defined from his constant training of them on his journeys. A man built to fight and live in the harshest of environments. He is a professional adventurer by looks and many automatically place him in that category. His hair is as black as the evening sky, and his eyes a deep green as if they were part of the forest canopy. His long unkept hair covering his partial pointed ears. The only obvious elven feature which he subconsciously tries to keep hidden from view. With a sly smirk always showing on his thick skinned face as he looks at you.
He wears a simple cotton yellow cotton shirt with a collar. The sleeves torn off to easily show his muscles, and because it makes it easier to wear. On top of the shirt is a hardened leather chest plate. Helping to protect his lungs from arrows (he says, but it possibly holds no real purpose). Tighten his around his waist is a simple leather belt with a steel buckle. His pants also made of cotton dyed a simple black. With thick soled leather boots, for long journeys across rough terrain.
History:
Lantor knows little of what happened to his parents other than they had died for their love of each other. His elven mother birthing twins before she died, bringing the two of them into this world. His sister given to the family of the elves and him to his uncle in Salvar. His uncle nothing more than a simple farmer and retired adventurer, trading his crops for gold. The outskirt farmlands of Salvar is where Lantor would grow up. A natural strong boy he was a great help to his uncle in carting around the barley and wheat they grew. Helping in the every day chores around the farm.
His uncle always relating to him the stories of his adventurers in far off lands. Seeing the elves, dwarves, and exotic creatures of the world. Fascinating his nephew with the beauties of the world, and the gold to be had. Teaching him the way of the sword, and the knowledge of the wood. Upon his 20th birthday, Lantor would leave his uncle's farm to see the world and become the adventurer. Like his uncle, and to fulfill his fantasy of glory. With his hidden desire to search for his long lost sister.
Lantor would join a mercenary band where he would serve in many campaigns. In defense of a keep, and the assault of a lord. Spending three years with the company before he had the experience to move on. Becoming more of a freelance blade for hire. Moving from one city to the next offering his services to those with the coin to fill his pockets. Serving as a bodyguard for various nobles and going with random adventuring parties to rob the tombs of the old. All his ventures all the while giving him time to learn news of his sister. Which was little to none, and one of his most desired goals. Finally returning to Salvar to visit his uncle and learn what to do next. This is where his true adventurers will start to begin.
Skills and Abilities:
Proficient Swordsmen: He has your average warrior's skill with a bastard sword. Knowing enough about the weapon to do more than just stab the tip ofthe sword into the opponent. Having just enough skill to best another simple warrior to win the day.
Combat Veteran: He has seen the battlefield and knows of its horrors. Such experiences give him insight to situations that might possibly allow him to avoid death, and end with a victorious outcome.
Proficient Woodsman: He has basic knowledge of plants, animals, and the lay of the land. Knowing plants that you can eat, what is dangerous, and where would be the best place to hide. Enough to just barely survive in the wilderness of the world. Only within the confines of the forest does he have such knowledge. Outside of this terrain he knows little to nothing.
Elven Senses: His sense of his smell and hearing are greater than that of your average human. He can smell things such as smoke, and odors at greater distances. Also hearing faint sounds with more detail and resonance.
Great Strength: Due to his size and muscle mass he is an increadibly strong man. Able to lift fifty pounds over his own body weight. He is able to use such power in combat, as well as your everyday activity. Giving him the ability to cleave a man's head in two with a single blow. Something which he probably relays too much on. Since such brute tactics will only get you so far.
Equipment:
Sword of Leiahorn: A pass down from his uncle's old adventuring days. This long, straight bladed weapon has a rather plain, undecorated grip. Forged with the simple steel common to the area of Salvar. The only significance this blade has is elven writing forged in the center of the blade. The inscription saying "The Men of Leiahorn". He usually holds it with one hand but the grip is long enough to accommodate a two-handed hold. A trusty blade with only sentimental value.
Leather Pack: A simple pack which has a strap for his shoulder. Which he carries simple things such as healing potions and draughts he buys for his journeys. Supplies of food and other such things he needs for a short journey.
Age: 26
Race: Half-Human/Half-Elven
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Green
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 250lbs
Occupation: Mercenary/Adventurer/Bodyguard
Personality: This large man always has a slight smirk over his face. A tough and hardy individual whose quick wit knows no bounds. He is arrogant, rude, and down right cocky in his mannerisms and a dealings with others. Loving to have a good time over a pint of ale and sweet telling of his adventurers. Quite the man's man, he is a walking pitcher of testosterone in all the bad ways. Always looking for the good fight, while harassing young women and gambling his earnings away at every opportunity.
Yet behind the foul manners, large muscles, and over confidence lies someone deeper. A kind-hearted individual who easily goes out of his way to aid those that he considers to be his friends. He believes in all the virtues of goodness and right, but has little use for laws and regulations. Having no patience for people who "try to push folk around and tell them what to do." His actions are guided by his own compass which, although good, may not always be in perfect agreement with the rest of society. As he has many bad dealings with the various town watch of various places.
Appearance: A large man by anyone’s standards easily taller than the average person by a good four inches. His muscles hardened and well defined from his constant training of them on his journeys. A man built to fight and live in the harshest of environments. He is a professional adventurer by looks and many automatically place him in that category. His hair is as black as the evening sky, and his eyes a deep green as if they were part of the forest canopy. His long unkept hair covering his partial pointed ears. The only obvious elven feature which he subconsciously tries to keep hidden from view. With a sly smirk always showing on his thick skinned face as he looks at you.
He wears a simple cotton yellow cotton shirt with a collar. The sleeves torn off to easily show his muscles, and because it makes it easier to wear. On top of the shirt is a hardened leather chest plate. Helping to protect his lungs from arrows (he says, but it possibly holds no real purpose). Tighten his around his waist is a simple leather belt with a steel buckle. His pants also made of cotton dyed a simple black. With thick soled leather boots, for long journeys across rough terrain.
History:
Lantor knows little of what happened to his parents other than they had died for their love of each other. His elven mother birthing twins before she died, bringing the two of them into this world. His sister given to the family of the elves and him to his uncle in Salvar. His uncle nothing more than a simple farmer and retired adventurer, trading his crops for gold. The outskirt farmlands of Salvar is where Lantor would grow up. A natural strong boy he was a great help to his uncle in carting around the barley and wheat they grew. Helping in the every day chores around the farm.
His uncle always relating to him the stories of his adventurers in far off lands. Seeing the elves, dwarves, and exotic creatures of the world. Fascinating his nephew with the beauties of the world, and the gold to be had. Teaching him the way of the sword, and the knowledge of the wood. Upon his 20th birthday, Lantor would leave his uncle's farm to see the world and become the adventurer. Like his uncle, and to fulfill his fantasy of glory. With his hidden desire to search for his long lost sister.
Lantor would join a mercenary band where he would serve in many campaigns. In defense of a keep, and the assault of a lord. Spending three years with the company before he had the experience to move on. Becoming more of a freelance blade for hire. Moving from one city to the next offering his services to those with the coin to fill his pockets. Serving as a bodyguard for various nobles and going with random adventuring parties to rob the tombs of the old. All his ventures all the while giving him time to learn news of his sister. Which was little to none, and one of his most desired goals. Finally returning to Salvar to visit his uncle and learn what to do next. This is where his true adventurers will start to begin.
Skills and Abilities:
Proficient Swordsmen: He has your average warrior's skill with a bastard sword. Knowing enough about the weapon to do more than just stab the tip ofthe sword into the opponent. Having just enough skill to best another simple warrior to win the day.
Combat Veteran: He has seen the battlefield and knows of its horrors. Such experiences give him insight to situations that might possibly allow him to avoid death, and end with a victorious outcome.
Proficient Woodsman: He has basic knowledge of plants, animals, and the lay of the land. Knowing plants that you can eat, what is dangerous, and where would be the best place to hide. Enough to just barely survive in the wilderness of the world. Only within the confines of the forest does he have such knowledge. Outside of this terrain he knows little to nothing.
Elven Senses: His sense of his smell and hearing are greater than that of your average human. He can smell things such as smoke, and odors at greater distances. Also hearing faint sounds with more detail and resonance.
Great Strength: Due to his size and muscle mass he is an increadibly strong man. Able to lift fifty pounds over his own body weight. He is able to use such power in combat, as well as your everyday activity. Giving him the ability to cleave a man's head in two with a single blow. Something which he probably relays too much on. Since such brute tactics will only get you so far.
Equipment:
Sword of Leiahorn: A pass down from his uncle's old adventuring days. This long, straight bladed weapon has a rather plain, undecorated grip. Forged with the simple steel common to the area of Salvar. The only significance this blade has is elven writing forged in the center of the blade. The inscription saying "The Men of Leiahorn". He usually holds it with one hand but the grip is long enough to accommodate a two-handed hold. A trusty blade with only sentimental value.
Leather Pack: A simple pack which has a strap for his shoulder. Which he carries simple things such as healing potions and draughts he buys for his journeys. Supplies of food and other such things he needs for a short journey.