Post by arkainon on Jun 6, 2011 16:34:55 GMT -4
Name: Gavlin
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Nationality: Murate, but he doesn't claim any officially.
Looks: The first thing someone will notice about Gavlin is a subtle sense of danger. This is not due to any magical ability, nor is it quite a physical trait. He stands just shy of six feet tall, lean but muscular. He wears his dark brown hair straight and just to his shoulders. His brown eyes are constantly alert, checking for any sign of a threat, but it isn't apparent to those watching. Women would say he is handsome, but not the stuff of nighttime fancies. His complexion is light; not pale, but no one would consider him tanned, despite the fact that he is often outside.
His physical presence, while strong and confident, is not particularly imposing. The sense of danger is in the way he holds himself. Every movement is calculated, precise. His prodigious skill with the sword lends itself to all aspects of his being, and it shows the most in his movements. He walks with a masculine grace- purposeful, but without strut or flair. He makes no unnecessary movements, but this does not give him a "stiff" appearance. Rather, he looks physically relaxed and easy, despite his usually tense emotions. His manner is not one of arrogance, but simply of one calm and sure of himself. His body is as much of a weapon as his sword, just as his sword is as much a part of his body as the arm that wields it.
As a swordsman, one may expect him to wear heavy armor, but one would be wrong. His usual dress is a a thin linen shirt and leggings under a dark leather, form-fitting outfit, padded over his vital areas. During a contract, he wears a thin chain mail shirt over that, with chain mail leggings as well. He has a thick black traveling cloak that he usually wears at all times, unless the heat forces him to remove it. This outfit allows him freedom of movement, while still allowing him some protection.
Personality: Galvin is usually quiet, almost brooding. He rarely shows any outward sign of emotion, keeping himself to himself. He is a mercenary to the core, caring not for who he protects or who he kills, so long as his contract is fulfilled and his gold paid. More than one greedy merchant has found himself on the point of blade, stripped of everything, including clothing, and tied down after trying to trick him out of his pay- and with no clear knowledge of how they got in that situation. His methods are brutally effective, and some consider him just as much a dark assassin as a mercenary swordsman. Unlike an assassin, however, his victims almost always have time to see him coming, and time to know fear. He has yet to leave his duty unfulfilled.
Outside of a contract, though, he does not kill without sufficient reason. He will allow a man to walk free if he feels he made his point across, such as the aforementioned merchants. Once they realize what a mistake it is to trick him, they happily turned over the gold- knowing how easily he could have killed them. He does not hold grudges, believing they interfere with his business. He has few morals, but that does not mean he is evil. Merely, he sees most things either as a means to an end, or ineffective as a means to his end. He does not steal for himself, having no reason to do so. He is not rich, but well off for his preferred lifestyle. He refuses any contract that might put a child in harm's way, as well as one that may put an innocent women in danger. He is rarely charitable, but it is not unheard of- if you listen to the stories of street urchins.
Items/Pets: Besides his leather and chain mail, Gavlin carries only 3 other things: His preferred weapon, a bastard sword- a fine weapon by any account. Three and a half feet long steel blade, with a foot long ebony hilt. He also carries a pair of scimitars, for when his job requires a bit more finesse.
Other: Unknown to anyone but himself, he is from a small village on the outskirts of Murate. As a boy, he watched and hid while Muratian soldiers, under orders of the King, burned his village to the ground, slaughtering the men, and the women after raping them brutally. Even the children were not spared, suffering the same fate. The reason for this slaughter was that a lone village elder had spoken against Magrej's rule, indirectly. Gavlin alone escaped. He learned swordsmanship from an old master who found him, freezing and nearly starving one winter morning outside his farm. The man was retired, but could see that the young boy had talent- and reason. Gavlin lived and learned from him until the old man's death. He first made a name for himself in the tavern of a small town much like his own, when he found a soldier beating a small boy with the flat of his blade. He immediately stepped in and fought the man.. Their duel was the talk of the town for a week, but Gavlin had disappeared that night, leaving the man crippled.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Nationality: Murate, but he doesn't claim any officially.
Looks: The first thing someone will notice about Gavlin is a subtle sense of danger. This is not due to any magical ability, nor is it quite a physical trait. He stands just shy of six feet tall, lean but muscular. He wears his dark brown hair straight and just to his shoulders. His brown eyes are constantly alert, checking for any sign of a threat, but it isn't apparent to those watching. Women would say he is handsome, but not the stuff of nighttime fancies. His complexion is light; not pale, but no one would consider him tanned, despite the fact that he is often outside.
His physical presence, while strong and confident, is not particularly imposing. The sense of danger is in the way he holds himself. Every movement is calculated, precise. His prodigious skill with the sword lends itself to all aspects of his being, and it shows the most in his movements. He walks with a masculine grace- purposeful, but without strut or flair. He makes no unnecessary movements, but this does not give him a "stiff" appearance. Rather, he looks physically relaxed and easy, despite his usually tense emotions. His manner is not one of arrogance, but simply of one calm and sure of himself. His body is as much of a weapon as his sword, just as his sword is as much a part of his body as the arm that wields it.
As a swordsman, one may expect him to wear heavy armor, but one would be wrong. His usual dress is a a thin linen shirt and leggings under a dark leather, form-fitting outfit, padded over his vital areas. During a contract, he wears a thin chain mail shirt over that, with chain mail leggings as well. He has a thick black traveling cloak that he usually wears at all times, unless the heat forces him to remove it. This outfit allows him freedom of movement, while still allowing him some protection.
Personality: Galvin is usually quiet, almost brooding. He rarely shows any outward sign of emotion, keeping himself to himself. He is a mercenary to the core, caring not for who he protects or who he kills, so long as his contract is fulfilled and his gold paid. More than one greedy merchant has found himself on the point of blade, stripped of everything, including clothing, and tied down after trying to trick him out of his pay- and with no clear knowledge of how they got in that situation. His methods are brutally effective, and some consider him just as much a dark assassin as a mercenary swordsman. Unlike an assassin, however, his victims almost always have time to see him coming, and time to know fear. He has yet to leave his duty unfulfilled.
Outside of a contract, though, he does not kill without sufficient reason. He will allow a man to walk free if he feels he made his point across, such as the aforementioned merchants. Once they realize what a mistake it is to trick him, they happily turned over the gold- knowing how easily he could have killed them. He does not hold grudges, believing they interfere with his business. He has few morals, but that does not mean he is evil. Merely, he sees most things either as a means to an end, or ineffective as a means to his end. He does not steal for himself, having no reason to do so. He is not rich, but well off for his preferred lifestyle. He refuses any contract that might put a child in harm's way, as well as one that may put an innocent women in danger. He is rarely charitable, but it is not unheard of- if you listen to the stories of street urchins.
Items/Pets: Besides his leather and chain mail, Gavlin carries only 3 other things: His preferred weapon, a bastard sword- a fine weapon by any account. Three and a half feet long steel blade, with a foot long ebony hilt. He also carries a pair of scimitars, for when his job requires a bit more finesse.
Other: Unknown to anyone but himself, he is from a small village on the outskirts of Murate. As a boy, he watched and hid while Muratian soldiers, under orders of the King, burned his village to the ground, slaughtering the men, and the women after raping them brutally. Even the children were not spared, suffering the same fate. The reason for this slaughter was that a lone village elder had spoken against Magrej's rule, indirectly. Gavlin alone escaped. He learned swordsmanship from an old master who found him, freezing and nearly starving one winter morning outside his farm. The man was retired, but could see that the young boy had talent- and reason. Gavlin lived and learned from him until the old man's death. He first made a name for himself in the tavern of a small town much like his own, when he found a soldier beating a small boy with the flat of his blade. He immediately stepped in and fought the man.. Their duel was the talk of the town for a week, but Gavlin had disappeared that night, leaving the man crippled.
