Triston Helmsgard - The Wanderer
Nov 18, 2015 0:25:46 GMT
Post by theblackvanguard on Nov 18, 2015 0:25:46 GMT
| Triston Helmsgard | 31 | 5'11" | 195 lbs. | Dark Brown | Dark Brown | Light Tan |
| Town Guard | Ranger and Healer | Longbow | Leather Armor |
| | Gregory Helmsgard [Son] | Maria Helmsgard Wife29 Aria Helmsgard Daughter13 Julia Helmsgard Daughter9 |
Triston Helmsgard is a stoic, kind-hearted man of above-average good looks and physique. He stands at approximately six feet tall with a physical frame suitable for anything from the lightest of cloth armors to the heaviest of chainmail. His hair generally rests shoulder-length or higher and is allowed to fall disheveled across his face; dark brown locks occasionally brushed to one side or the other so that he can see his quarry where he may. Dark brown pools rest on either side of his nose - eyes that have seen both peace and war; holding a clear preference for the former of the two. His walk is heavy, as though bearing a silent burden that he has no desire to share with others. While he attempts to stand with his shoulders tall, he often ambulates with a crouched gait; evidence of years of training that have clearly molded him into a man of many varying talents. His step is light and deliberate and his head maintains itself on a swivel. Though he is unlikely to match strength and muscle with any orc, nor win a test of agility and grace with any elf, he is a prime human specimen on a physical level - one who has learned to adapt to many hardships and continue with only a few lost steps here and there.
Triston is a relatively normal man, by the standards of the World. He is of average weight, average height, average stature, and he comes from an average upbringing. For all of his mediocrity, however, he has been through much and it has served to distinguish himself from the rest of his peers. Born to a couple of farmhands in a small village nearer to the coastal borders of Siranda, Triston had a meagre childhood. Cheerful times and toys to play with were balanced with manual labor throughout the farm, and eventually the delivering of goods to the marketplace. His natural intelligence and physical stature eventually caught the eyes of the local guardsmen, and through hard work and training he eventually was provided a place among them as a town guard. This duty, while not exactly fraught with danger, was no easy one. A small village of several workers may not have seemed like the most prominent of targets, but anywhere that is lightly defended and has something of value is bound to come across troubles eventually. While attacks from raiders and other forms of banditry were scarce, it wasn't unheard of for goblins or even orcs to make their way to the village's borders. Diligent training, a careful watch, and a steady sword arm came together to help Triston alongside his brothers in arms. Despite a number of close calls, Triston proved himself more than valuable as a member of the watch, and seemingly was content in his current lot in life.
Not too long after, Triston began to get to know a local woman who helped her father manage one of the central taverns in the town. Maria and He would get to know one another after a few nights of carousing with his fellow Guardsmen. One thing led to another, and before he knew it, Triston was a father of three, married, and looking to settle down into a pleasant, if none-too-interesting life in the homestead that his parents grew up in. That was, of course, before the dead began rising from their graves...
[W.I.P]
