Barristan Kross
Nov 13, 2015 1:14:29 GMT
Post by abyss on Nov 13, 2015 1:14:29 GMT
Name: Barristan Kross
Race: Human
Age: Late twenties or early thirties.
Height: 6'0
Weight: A well built man, muscular, used to wearing armor and a life of drills in the yard
Rank: Quartermaster and Master at Arms
Armor and Appearence:
Adorning the muscular frame of this man was a set of somewhat ornate armor. Gilded shoulder pads clasping down on a long flowing cape that had obviously seen better days. A dented set of plate and chain hanging over his chest. Several sections obviously having been pulled apart and hammered back into a usable fashion. Hanging from his back or arm was a massive standard issue towershield that had been used for a few battles and countless hours on the practice fields. Sharing the man's back was a singularly large two handed sword. Also ceremonial in nature, having been plated with gold at one point or another to befit his station.
Strapped to one hip was a well crafted example of a longsword bearing a family crest and a rank engraved upon the blade.
Mindset:
Young spirited, quick witted, more than a little juvenile for the age. A stark contrast to when in combat or carrying out duties for their commander. Loyal to a fault and either brave or stupid enough to put their life on the line for any they deem a friend.
Biography:
The first of four children Barristan had been set, the path of his life was to follow in his father's footsteps. To become some minor lord of a house that was a vassal to a larger lord who served the realm in some grand way....But it was not what his heart had wanted. He was drawn to a life of faith, but refused to take the vows of the clergy. Instead he decided to follow the advice of an old friend. He would become a warrior for his god. A holy blade to push back the darkness, a man that others could look up to, he would become a knight sworn to defend his realm.
And so he did.
While his parents did not agree with his choice they did not stop him either. Respecting his faith and his desire to serve. And then fate would strike in an odd way. Barristan would find himself serving with the same friend that guided him into such service. Elijah Whitehallow
Race: Human
Age: Late twenties or early thirties.
Height: 6'0
Weight: A well built man, muscular, used to wearing armor and a life of drills in the yard
Rank: Quartermaster and Master at Arms
Armor and Appearence:
Adorning the muscular frame of this man was a set of somewhat ornate armor. Gilded shoulder pads clasping down on a long flowing cape that had obviously seen better days. A dented set of plate and chain hanging over his chest. Several sections obviously having been pulled apart and hammered back into a usable fashion. Hanging from his back or arm was a massive standard issue towershield that had been used for a few battles and countless hours on the practice fields. Sharing the man's back was a singularly large two handed sword. Also ceremonial in nature, having been plated with gold at one point or another to befit his station.
Strapped to one hip was a well crafted example of a longsword bearing a family crest and a rank engraved upon the blade.
Mindset:
Young spirited, quick witted, more than a little juvenile for the age. A stark contrast to when in combat or carrying out duties for their commander. Loyal to a fault and either brave or stupid enough to put their life on the line for any they deem a friend.
Biography:
The first of four children Barristan had been set, the path of his life was to follow in his father's footsteps. To become some minor lord of a house that was a vassal to a larger lord who served the realm in some grand way....But it was not what his heart had wanted. He was drawn to a life of faith, but refused to take the vows of the clergy. Instead he decided to follow the advice of an old friend. He would become a warrior for his god. A holy blade to push back the darkness, a man that others could look up to, he would become a knight sworn to defend his realm.
And so he did.
While his parents did not agree with his choice they did not stop him either. Respecting his faith and his desire to serve. And then fate would strike in an odd way. Barristan would find himself serving with the same friend that guided him into such service. Elijah Whitehallow
