Gunther's Characters

[Gunther]

Name: Liwanu (pr: Lee - Wah - Noo) or "Growling Bear"

Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance: Liwanu stands 6' tall and weighs 180 Lbs. Liwanu is an Amer-Asian with ancestry leading to China, Caribbean, Africa, Russia, New America, but mostly New America. His dark skin is attributable to his African genes and his almond shaped eyes to his Asian genes. Liwanu is very muscular with leathery hands and calloused feet. He is considered by most to be a handsome man and he knows it.





Hometown: Gambit
Occupation: Liwanu has worked as an enforcer for a competing crime family (clan) in Gambit.

Skills: Liwanu is physically fit and very agile. Although he is six foot tall, he is light and quick on his feet; slender. He is experienced with American martial arts training with several masters. He earned the title of 3rd degree Black Belt in American Tae Kwondo and 1st Degree black belt in American Kemp Karate. He is an accomplished fighter with a sword, which he considers his primary weapon. He knows to fire a hand gun, but does not carry/own one. Liwanu prefers his fights up close and personal. Living in Gambit has taught Liwanu how to be street smart and use his head to get whatever he needs. Living around gambling he understands the power of odds. He knows how to play most games of chance, never actually playing them for money or rewards. He actually detests gambling.

Personality: Liwanu can be a happy go lucky kind of person if his needs are taken care of. If he feels disrespected or harmed in anyway, he will seek retribution believing that every person should be held accountable for his actions. He prefers not to have to fight women and children, but will if they fight him. If things are going the way Liwanu would prefer, then he finds ways to turn the situation around. He is at his best when under stress. Honestly, he does not like the atmosphere he lives in, in Gambit and wishes to leave. He is planning a trip north into the Northeastern Province; the land that was once called Maine.

Character/Integrity: Although he has worked for a crime family since he was a teen, he really does not like this environment. Liwanu is an honest man and hates his environment while at the same time loving his family. He is torn between his environment and his clan. He understands how bad things are and would like to get away. He needs a reason to get away from Gambit and go someplace. Fear of the unknown keeps him in Gambit. He has never ventured too far from the city and avoids the burnt lands to the west and southwest.

Demeanor: Generally Liwanu is quiet; reticent. Once he gets to know someone he warms up to them and becomes friendly. If Liwanu likes the person, that person will see his warm and inviting smile. For those that Liwanu does not particularly care for, they will see only his reticent expression; the door is closed.

History: Liwanu grew up in a commune of sorts inside Gambit. His mother cared for him along with others who may or may not have been his natural born brothers and sisters. He always referred to them as brother or sister even though racially, they were as diverse as the rainbow in color. He never actually knew if he had a natural brother or sister and never cared to ask. The subject never came up. But the children who lived in the communal environment were all his brothers and sisters. His mother was the only woman he knew for sure was his mother. She was of Asian and Russian descent, but thoroughly American. He was aware that his father was of African and Caribbean descent, but never knew the man. His mother told him he died when Liwanu was not quite one year old.

As a child, the commune never went for food. There was always plenty on the table and the elders insured the children were fed; constantly being reminded they were the commune's future. Young Liwanu spent his days in classes with his "brothers and sisters" learning about the world they lived in, about math and science and even delved into literature. Liwanu enjoyed listening to stories and when he was skilled enough, reading.

At age five, he was introduced to Master Sensei Lei Xiang Minnow who taught Liwanu discipline and focus through martial arts training. He earned his first black belt in American Tae Kwando at age 11. Master Sensei Mook Kaduk trained him in American Kempo Karate at age 13 and he received his 1st Degree black belt at Age 18. He also received his 2nd degree black belt in tae kwondo at age 16 and the third degree black belt at age 25. Master Sensei Lei Xiang Minnow trained the young Liwanu in the use of the sword at age 10 initially using a wooden training sword. He was awarded a real sword made of steel at age 15 when he was considered to be a man.

To be a man, the boys of the commune were required to spend three nights outside the city. Boys were ready for this "test" at age 14 or 15 and chosen by the elders. They could carry one weapon and only the clothes on their back. They could survive as a group or as an individual. The highest survival rates among the boys were those who worked as a group.

When Liwanu was went through the trials of manhood he entered the forest north of Gambit with six other boys. He doesn't talk much of the trials, but only three boys returned to Gambit when the trials were complete. It is generally believed that the other four boys, who were considered weak were consumed by the wild. Those experiences hardened Liwanu but also made him fearful of what rests outside Gambit.

As a young man, Liwanu has learned to deal with his fears gaining confidence in his abilities and slowly becoming ready to venture outside. He was probably ready years ago, but life has treated him well. Only recent events have motivated him to seriously consider leaving Gambit and heading into the Northeastern province.

Today, Liwanu is confident and understands the ways of the world. He is respected by his elders and peers. But there are six different families or clans in Gambit and often times Liwanu and his brothers must commit heinous acts upon the other clans.


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Name: Arthur "Roy" Tyler
Gender: Male
Age: 33

Appearance: Roy is a thin man with a shaved head. After spending six and a half years in the US Army, he prefers his hair short. At age 25, the male pattern baldness he inherited from his father set in. After a few years of trying to hide his baldness, he said, "fuck it!" and shaved his head completely. Roy is 5' 11" tall and weighs 170 Lbs. He is known as being "wiry and rangy". His arms appear disproportionately long for his torso giving him a slight added range during a fistfight. Roy wears a brown goatee that is contaminated by a few gray hairs and he has dark brown eyes. The left side of his jaw has a small one inch scar. His left shoulder boasts a tattoo of the US Army's 101st Infantry Division (Air Assault) "Screaming Eagles". Other tattoos include a strand of barbed wire around his right bicep, a spider web around his right elbow, Air Assault wings on his left forearm and the regimental crest of the 502nd Infantry Regiment (Air Assault) on his right forearm.




Bio: Roy grew up in Worcester, Massachusetts near the Providence & Worcester Railway terminal off Southbridge St. Roy's father was a mechanic who minded his own business, and drowned whatever problems he had in beer, frequently.

With his father drunk most of the time, Roy got the sorry end of the stick often, getting his butt kicked for no apparent reason; maybe because he made those loud yelling noises all little boys make while dad is asleep or nursing a hangover.

Roy's father, Roger belonged to a local Motorcycle Club (MC). His father always wore a black leather jacket with 'Pagans' across the back of the jacket, a white T-shirt and blue jeans along with the same worn out pair of black combat boots. Speculation has it, Roger Tyler wore the same boots when he served in Vietnam from 1970 - 71; a paratrooper with the 173rd Airborne Brigade.

Roy was introverted and as a boy didn't care much for his father, not talking to others unless he had to. He shied away from social settings, but played with other boys when the occasion presented itself. He cared little for school or education, but managed to squeak out a High School diploma. He enlisted in the Army out of High School in 1997. As a boy, his father taught him a lot about the inside of a car's engine, but he never gave it much thought. He was one of those kids who grew up with a "wrench" in his hand. Knowing how an engine works has always been like second nature to Roy Tyler.

On the eve before going away to Basic Training, Roy's mother passed away from alcohol poisoning. He took it hard, but focusing on what he was doing at Basic Training helped him to deal with the problems at home. Although the Drill Instructors gave him ample opportunity to attend his mother's funeral, he refused. He used the Basic Training as a crutch to help him deal with her death. She had been his protector on many occasions as a child.

Roy attended Basic Combat Training and Advanced Individual Training at Ft. Jackson, SC and was awarded the MOS 63B - Light Wheeled Vehicle Mechanic in Dec, 1997. His first assignment was with the 2nd Infantry Division in Korea. His duty consisted of repairing light wheeled vehicles; HMMWVs, deuce and a halfs and five ton trucks. After being promoted to Specialist, Roy was transferred to the 101st Infantry Division (Air Assault) at Ft. Campbell, KY. He was assigned to B Co. 526th Forward Support Battalion. Roy attended and completed Air Assault School while at Ft. Campbell.

On 1 July 2000, Roy was promoted to Sergeant and reassigned to a Light Infantry Battalion with the 25th Infantry Division at Schofield Barracks, Wahiawa, Hawaii. He spent the next two years living in Hawaii. He loved his time in Hawaii, but more often than not tended to stick to himself. He rarely ever socialized with others in his unit. He spent the last year and a half of his six-year plus enlistment term with the 101st at Ft. Campbell. He was promoted to the rank of Staff Sergeant while serving in the Maintenance Platoon for the 2nd Battalion, 502nd Infantry (Air Assault).

After leaving the Army, Roy returned to his father in Worcester, Mass at the age of 24. His father treated his son with a new found respect due mostly to his status as a veteran. His father never compared their service, how he served as a grunt in a LRRP unit with the 173rd in 1970 - 71. Like his son, Roger Tyler spent time at Ft. Campbell, KY following the redeployment of the 173rd from Vietnam. With the death of his wife and his sobriety, Roger Tyler appeared to have turned over a new leaf, but he was still affiliated with the 'Pagans'.

The father got Roy a job working at the garage he worked at, where he met other members of the Motorcycle Club. Roy inherited a bike his father kept covered in the back of the house. It is a 1961 FLH Duo-Glide Harley Davidson. Roy spent his free time working on the Harley. It took him a year and a half to get the old bike back into mint condition.



More than a year after leaving the Army, returning to Worcester and working with his dad, Roy Mass was asked to join the 'Pagans' MC. Roy decided he did not want to join the Motorcycle Club, which he knew had a reputation as a criminal element along the Eastern US.

When Roy was 28, he had a fight with his father who had recently involved himself in some murders in Providence, RI. Instead of standing by his father's side, Roy felt it was safer for him to just hit the road. He packed a bag, took what few weapons he had and hit the road on his Harley.

After the Soviet Invasion, Roy headed north. He found a group in Winchester, NH who were members of a veterans motorcycle club. He road with a time before he found out about the resistance group forming in Vermont.


Psychological Profile: Roy is an introvert. He is not overly concerned with what is right and what is wrong. He has some sociopathic tendencies; being excited by watching someone squirm in a tight spot. Roy has never killed anyone, but was the type of kid who enjoyed pulling the wings off flies or the legs from ants. Aside from shooting at paper/plastic targets in the army, he has never shot at another human being. Roy prefers to remain quiet; keeping his knowledge close to the vest. He doesn't trust people, but will help a brother in need. All veterans are brothers in his mind.


Skillset/Occupation:
- Highly skilled mechanic. He can fix just about anything.
- Can drive just about any vehicle on the planet. If he has never driven it before, he will figure it out.
- Although he rarely mentions his time in the military, he is familiar with the M16A2 Rifle, M4 Carbine, M60 MG, M240 MG, M203 Grenade launcher, M9 Beretta, the AT-4, M72 LAAW and other pyrotechnics.
- consistently qualified as a sharpshooter with the M16A2 and the M4 carbine (30 - 37 out of 40).
- competent in constructing a defensive fighting position.
- Can cook simple meals.


Equipment: 1961 FLH Duo-Glide Harley Davidson, two black leather Saddle Bags, 200 rounds of 9mm pistol ammuntion, 400 rounds of 7.62mm full metal jacket cartridges, twelve 20-round magazines, sleeping role, Mess kit, fork, knife, spoon, 200 feet of 550-foot/pound parachute cord, spare socks, spare T-shirts, candles, box of matches, two bic lighters, can of WD-40, roll of duct tape, one spare pair of jeans, four spare T-shirts, Black leather jacket, two sets of long underwear with extra heavy wool socks, wet weather poncho, a white towel, razor, shave cream, soap, toothpaste, toothbrush, dental floss, Tool kit consisting of: 4x cross tip screw drivers, 4x flat head screwdriver, 2x pliers, 3x adjustable wrench, complete 1/2" and 1/4" socket set, wire cutters, needle nose pliers, adjustable oil filter wrench, spare automobile fuses, package of zip-ties, roll of black electrical tape, set of standard open end wrenches and box wrenches, 2-quart bladder canteen, bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey, flashlight with spare batteries, and a Boston Red Sox Baseball cap worn backwards.

Weapons:
- Colt LE901 (7.62mm, semi/safe)
- Beretta 9mm pistol
- Gerber Mark II Survival knife
- Gerber boot knife
- Leatherman pocket knife

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Used in: Soviet Amerika

[Gunther]

Name: Ser Devon Torgale "Defender of the Gate"
Age: 58 years old
Family/Faction: Galian
Height: 6 ft 1 in
Weight: 215 lbs

General Description: Devon Torgale has leathery tanned skin with crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, a sign of his age. His gray streaked dark curly locks, long and flowing are more often than not, tied into a low hung ponytail. His steel gray eyes are deep set below furrowed brows. He wears a neatly trimmed beard and mustache, more gray than black. A scar beginning above the left eye, streaks cross his cheek, interrupting his beard and ends at his jaw line. Devon's build is lean and rugged for a man of 58, but he has spent most of his life either fighting for the Gale Coast or preparing for a fight. Life has been tough for Devon Torgale and his aged, weather appearance is a testament to these experiences. His body is scarred by many blades and puncture wounds -- trophies, one might call them. Not for Devon, reminders.

Sir Devon Torgale is a hard, patient and pragmatic man, not prone to emotional outbursts. He generally contemplates his actions before making a decision. When leading men in battle, Devon places himself in the fore believing strongly in the military tenet that the best leaders, do so by example. In training, Devon expects the rigors to be challenging and the student to be disciplined. The training should resemble combat as close as possible. Punches may not be pulled, never an excuse to let up on one's opponent. Any student who does will receive a fist across the jaw.

Devon Torgale wears a variety of outfits leaning towards the colors purple and dark forest green. He can be seen wearing fine gentleman's clothing of wool, linen and silk at court or the rugged attire of a soldier while on campaign. His armor may consist of a mail coat over a padded wool gambeson, dark green leather breeches, high hard black leather boot, mail coif; steel spaulders attached to a banded steel brigandine and studded leather gauntlets. The banded steel Brigandine is overlain by a dark green linen with small white pipets in a staggered design. Over the top of the armor is a heavy bear hide cloak with a thick gold chain attaching the lapels in front of his chest. The bear hide cloak has a dark purple lining made of the finest silk.

Ser Devon Torgale is both trained and experienced in various aspects of battlefield management. He has lead both Infantry and Cavalry formations on campaign and is capable of independent command. He is experienced in the use of several weapons including a broadsword, dagger, bow, halberd, lance, staff and crossbow. Devon is also trained in the martial arts of weaponless combat and is known to have killed a man with his bare hands.


History: Early in the winter of the year 1183 of the 2nd age, Devon Torgale was born to Robert and Dorothy. Their manor nestled into a hillock along the Galus River only a few miles northeast of Galus Hold. Today the manor belongs to Ser Devon, but the only souls who reside their are the servants who care for the manor and occasionally, one of his two sons.

As a boy, Devon heard the stories about house Verdine and house Ballerus' feud, which resulted in the loss of a Gale Coast city and all its citizens; the demise of Le Monde. Years after the dead were buried, folks as far away as Avalon and the Sand Drift Delta recant the loss of what was once a majestic city filled with spires reaching for the stars.

At age six, Devon's father handed the boy over to his brother, Alain to serve as a Page. Ser Alain had a stable of three pages and two squires who served him. Naturally, Devon was youngest, but Ser Alain filled the boy's heads with knowledge, language, customs and skills. Ser Alain was not a patient man, zero tolerance for errors. If a lesson had been taught and a boy failed to retain it, the boy would receive some form of corporal punishment until the lesson was thoroughly ingrained in his mind.

Life as a page was rough for a boy and Devon received bruises and welts for his efforts. He was slow to learn at first and suffered greatly in the early years. Slowly he adapted to ser Alain's customs and developed into a fine young soldier.

By the age of 13, Devon was elevated to the position of a squire. As a squire, Devon was permitted to wear a coat of chain mail armor, carry a sword and shield. He cared for his master's weapons and armor and even was allowed to travel the countryside with Ser Alain. He witnessed the majesty of the Spandrix Mountains in the north and the breadth of the Sand Drift Delta in the south. Devon was enamored by the wealth at Avalon. He even spent time in the Ragnaranth Protectorate to the east. As a teen, he had crossed the Borderlands and Galus Rivers more times than he cared to count.

At age 17, he was involved in a border skirmish with bandits who sought to raid bounty from a Gale Coast village. Young Devon jumped into the fray with zeal and vigor. During one brief moment in the fighting, Ser Alain Torgale was thrown from his horse. A bandit attempted to strike Devon's master where he lay. Devon charged toward the man plunging his broadsword into the man's belly. The man looked Devon in his eyes. His expression changed from that of a fanatic bent on killing his uncle to one of surprise, with a questioning look, too acceptance and then finally to an expression of solemnity, placid, staring at the heavens. blood oozed out of the man's mouth and out of the wound at his side. Devon remembers feeling overcome by pain inside. He was immobilized, transfixed with death. He stared at the man, he could smell his stench, it was an overwhelming odor, and he heard the last breath mixed with blood gurgle from his lips. He stared motionless for what appeared to be days, horrified by the fact that he had just taken a man's life. He had seen men die before, but never by his own hand. This was his first. His uncle was greatly appreciative and slapped the young man on the back with the brightest smile he's ever seen his uncle present. Devon forced himself to smile and celebrate in the reverie of their victory over the bandits. He hated his uncle for forcing him into this position. He hated his father for handing him over to his uncle to learn how to kill. It was immoral, but events had taken decisions like that out of young Devon's control.

By age 19, Devon Torgale was bestowed the title of a Lord and given his own squires and pages. He claimed the Torgale estate, which was rightfully his. Father and mother were still alive then and kept to the keep. Ser Devon served the Galian family with pride. The experience of his first kill had a profound effect on the man. He never lost his compassion, but acquired a silent reticence. He rarely spoke, unless he felt it was a necessity. He gathered as much information as he could. He soaked up knowledge and information like a sponge. Over the years, he acquired vast experience and grew to be a wise trusted advisor to Lord Galian and eventually, even to Lord Varsik, who Devon secretly holds in contempt; a feeling he buries deep within himself. His master's wife, Lady Gabriella is someone Ser Devon has grown to admire and respect. She is a noble woman of Ragnaranthian birth. After spending years fighting against the Ragnaranthians, Ser Devon acquired a special respect for the people of the Protectorate.

By age 25, Ser Devon Torgale married Sophia, a young woman of 16 who eventually bore three sons, Caiden, Liam and Elliot. Devon employed his sons personally as pages and squires during their lifetime. He had no siblings and therefore did not parcel them off to noble relatives. He felt confident to raise and train the boys. Although he detested the manners his uncle Alain used in teaching him the ways of soldier, he felt the techniques were effective and employed them sparingly. He also gave the boys praise when they were successful. He forgave their errors and allowed the boys more opportunities to fail than his uncle allowed him.

In the year 1222 of the 2nd age, Devon turned 39 and his 30 year old bride, Sophia, died of some unknown ailment. Her skin had slowly grown jaundiced over her last year. On her deathbed, blood trickled out of her mouth and her eyes rolled up into her head. Devon knelt at the side of the bed watching his love pass over to meet Kreig in the underworld. He listened to that same gurgling noise he first heard 22 years before. Devon was alone by his Sophia's side and he permitted himself to break down in tears. He asked The Great Mother and the All Father to explain why Sophia had to die. She was far too young and the picture of a beautiful young woman. Devon's youngest son, Elliot, the spitting image of his mother often times reminded the elder Torgale of his wife.

Later that year, a famine struck the Ragnaranth Protectorate, which forced the people to invade the Gale Coast in an attempt to seize farmlands. For the next fourteen years, Ser Devon Torgale and his three sons found themselves in the middle a war between the Gale Coast and the Ragnaranth Protectorate.

During Ser Devon Torgale's first battle with the Ragnaranthians, he led a company-sized formation of shield bearers. The seventy men he lead carried a rectangular shield constructed of wood and covered by leather hide. The edges of the shield were encased in steel and held by rivets. The center of the shield sported a ten-inch spike that could be used to press into an opponent at close quarters. The men also carried a six-foot spear and short sword by their side.

Devon's first battle was, as part of a lager force to provide a shield wall while the army's archers released vicious volleys of airborne shafts, temporarily blotting out the sun, into the enemy. Once the archers completed their task, the shield bearers would then charge the enemy, stopping less than a hundred yards and unleashing a volley of spears. Then they would retrieve their short swords and close with the enemy. On occasion, Devon ordered his front rank to retain their spears to jab into the enemy upon contact. When the two formations met, the front rank would bash their opposites with their shields and a giant shoving match ensued. Eventually, one side would falter and the chaotic hand-to-hand melee would break out. Sometimes, Ser Devon held the field and sometimes he was forced to flee with his men. It was never a one sided affair.

Over the course of the 14-year war, Ser Devon was elevated to a force of roughly four hundred troops to a cavalry unit of lancers and of hussars. In one battle he lead the Desired Ones into battle. The Desired Ones was a force of Gale Coast nobles who remained mounted during battle. They were a heavy cavalry force noted for having a high esprit d' corps. They were the most experienced and knowledgeable fighting force on a battlefield. The Desired Ones were the elite of the Gale Coast army and Ser Devon found himself leading them into a fight fourteen days after the God's Day ceremonies had ended in 1229. The Desired Ones did not fail him, breaking the Ragnaranthian lines and causing them to run east away from the Gale Coast army. By this time in his life, Devon was no longer immobilized by death, as he was when he was 17. He can never forget his first kill, but by the time of the Borderlands War, Devon is hardened to death and feels just as comfortable with dispatching an enemy as comforting a sick child. He did not like to kill, but knew it was unavoidable for the survival and interests of his realm.

During the years 1235 - 1236, Ser Devon Torgale lead an independent command consisting of 5,000 shield bearers (Infantry), 1,000 archers, 1,000 Peltasts, and 1500 Cavalry, mixed between Lancers and Hussars. A small detachment of roughly seventy armed men at arms composed his only heavy cavalry to be used as shock if necessary. It was a small force, but every man was filled with the necessary experience and élan to succeed. Devon's eldest son, Ser Caiden Torgale (26) lead the heavy cavalry of companions, a detachment of the Desired Ones in his father's command. During the closing days of the war, in one of the final battles before it ended, Ser Devon ordered his son's command to charge the enemy position supported by four squadrons of Hussars and the remaining brigades of infantry.

Devon placed his eldest son at the tip of the spear on the attack. The young man spurned his troop forward, They leveled their lances and crashed with a deafening roar upon the Ragnaranthian shield wall. Ser Caiden was unhorsed during the charge and trampled by his own men and the Hussars who followed them. The charge broke the Ragnaranthian lines and Ser Devon won the day. It was a bittersweet victory when he discovered the cost.

The loss of his son provoked another onset of tears. There was no restraint. Devon Torgale is not a man prone to emotion and was angered at himself for his display in front of his men. He still punishes himself for weeping in front of them, even though he was mourning the death of his son.

The war ended with the marriage of Lord Galian to a Lady of noble birth from the Ragnaranth Protectorate. Several nobles up and down both realms intermarried causing a cleansing of the hate and the dawn of a hopeful peace to the Gale Coast.

Three years after the war ended, Lord Farune, uncle to Lord Varsik fomented a rebellion continuing the raids into the Protectorate. Lord Varsik tasked by Lord Galian to reign his uncle in assigns Lord Devon and his son, Lord Liam Torgale to pursue the rebels for Lord Varsik. Devon keeps his personal feelings for his Lord to himself in the conduct of his liege's orders. They are, afterall like the word of God.

It is now 1241 and Ser Devon Torgale finds himself with a detachment of eighty Lancers plodding along an elevation known as the Twin Hills headed west toward a small coastal village known as Antigall. He recalls spending time in this village two years prior in search of the Rebels. Smoke rises from the village, but this is afterall God's Day.




Used in: Sunward, Tartarians, and the Legacy of Kings - OOC
Sunward, Tartarians, and the Legacy of Kings: An Elysian Story

[Gunther]

Name: Günter Lang
Age: 28
Appearance:



Rank: Unterfeldwebel (Sergeant)
Biography: Feldwebel Günter Lang was born in 1915 and raised in the Hamburg suburb of Reinbek. His father, Hans Lang worked for the Deutsches Bahn (Railroad) out of Hamburg and mother cared for the house. Hans Lang served a brief stint in the Great War in 1914, but as sent home after a wound to the left arm. The wound did not prevent him from acquiring a job with the railroad. Günter has two older sisters, Yves and Regina and a younger brother, Johan who served in the Kriegsmarine aboard U-134. On 24 May 1942, U-134 was sunk by depth charges from an RAF Aircraft off the coast of Vigo, Spain with all 48 crewmembers perishing. It was late July, 42 before Feldwebel Günter Lang learned of the loss of his brother and U-134.

Günter enlisted in the army in 1939 and was immediately posted as a Gefreiter with the 46th Infantry Regiment, 30th Infantry Division. The Division had just completed operations in Poland was moved to the low countries for the invasion of France in 1940. This was Günter's first taste of combat. He was naturally frightened, but became bolstered by his comrades of the 46th. The Regiment remained in France on occupation duty until April, 1941.

The 30th Infantry Division was part of Army Group B in France and would transfer to Army Group North in June, 1941 for Operation Barbarossa. The 46th Regiment saw action in the north up to and including the siege of Leningrad. It was in the outskirts of Leningrad that Günter received an injury to his left hip. Some shrapnel entered his hip and thigh area. He was out of action for four months and returned to his regiment in time for the Stafp's Coup, a promotion to Unteroffizier and posted as an Assistant Squad Leader.

Later, during Operation Sea Lion he was awarded the Iron Cross 2nd Class for actions near Leeds in 1942. He was also promoted to Feldwebel (Sergeant) and given command of a rifle squad in the 46th Infantry Regiment. After the war with Great Britain ended, the 46th Infantry Regiment along with the entire 30th Infantry Division were posted to Ville de St-Jean, 42km outside Bordeaux, along the River Garonne.

Service Record:
Battle of France
Operation Barbarossa
Siege of Leningrad-Awarded 1939 Wound Badge
Stapf's Coup
Operation Sea Lion (Invasion of Britain, Unternehmen Seelöwe)-Awarded the Iron Cross 2nd Class


Used in: Ein Volk, Ein Reich...
Ein Volk, Ein Reich (OOC)

[Gunther]

Name: Alistair Guerrin (Theirin)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Warrior - Grey Warden
Personality: Alistair is a good hearted young man who desires only the best for those people he chooses to call his friends. When someone is wronged in any way, Alistair will work diligently to bring justice upon the offender. As a member of the Grey Wardens, Alistair will not hesitate to fight against the demons of the Blight. It is a vocation he takes personally and puts his heart and soul into performing. Anyone or anything that attempts to interfere with the destruction of the darkspawn is in Alistair's opinion a potential enemy.

History: Alistair's mother was a serving girl, who died when Alistair was very young. He was raised by Eamon Guerrin, Arl of Redcliff for. The Arl's wife, Isolde, suspected Alistair was really Arl Eamon's son and this was why he took an interest in the boy. Isolde insisted the boy be sent away to the local Chantry. Isolde's suspicions were unfounded, however. Alistair was not Eamon Guerrin's son, but late King Maric's son. At the time of Alistair's conception and subsequent birth, King Maric was King of Ferelden.

Based on Loghain Mac Tir's advice, Arl Eamon Guerrin sheltered the boy to conceal his existence. Arl Eamon was unaware of Loghain's ulterior motive for Alistair's secret upbringing. If the truth were known, Alistair would be next in the line of succession to the throne in Ferelden, after the demise of his half brother, Cailan. At the time of his death, Cailan was also unaware of his father's connection to Alistair. Alistair prefers to keep his royal lineage a secret.

As a young man, Alistair was trained as a templar for many years by the Chantry, this being how he learned the martial skills of armed and unarmed combat. He also learned the concepts of battlefield management, including the tactical employment of massed formations of infantry and cavalry.

Allistair did not fit in well with the religious vocation and eventually left the Chantry. When Duncan arrived seeking new recruits for the Grey Wardens, Alistair appeared to be a likely candidate. Prior to taking his vows, he was desperately unhappy. Duncan recognized the Allistair's skills and potential as a Gray Warden coupled with his apparent depression regarind the Templars. These observations aided Duncan in his decision to recruit him. Alistair would later say, Duncan rescued him.

Alistair was competent with the various weapons employed by the Templars and by the Grey Wardens, but was in no way considered the best student of the martial arts. During tournaments, Alistair often lost to other more skilled opponents. Although the young man was a mediocre fighter, Duncan saw potential for improvement, but mostly admiring the young man's character above the others. Duncan could sense Alistair was pure of heart and possessed that innate sense of loyalty required of a Grey Warden. Duncan petitioned the Chantry to release Alistair into his custody for training as a Grey Warden.

Despite the fact that his stepmother, Isolde cast him aside, Alistair values family most of all. Once he survived the joining and was integreated in the ranks of the Grey Wardens, he considered the soldiers of the order, Duncan especially to be his family. When he learned of Loghain's betrayal and the unnecessary deaths of his brothers in arms, Alistair was filled with rage. While Lydia recovered from her injuries in Morrigan's home, Alistair spent this time grieving. His thoughts were clouded with ways to bring Loghain Mac Tir to justice.

Unknown to most around him, Alistair has a sister named Goldanna who lives in Denerim. Alistair would like to find her someday. He has no intention to travel out of his way to find her, but if he happens to be in Denerim, he would like to locate her. Due to the importance of family in Alistair's mind, he is grateful to know there is someone out there. He is nervous about their potential meeting since it has been far too long since he laid eyes on her.

Alistair is very compassionate. He strives to do what is good and right. Duty, honor and country are also three qualities Alistair values and places above all else. His duty as a Grey Warden is one he takes extremely serious.

When in combat, Alistair is confident in his own skills as a warrior. He knows himself and watches opponents with a hawk's eye looking for a weakness. Albeit, when not in combat, Alistair will often times display insecure moments. It has become a habit to use humor to conceal his inexperience and subsequent embarrassment. Alistair is charming, witty and quite deep regarding those issues he holds dear. Occasionally he engages his mouth before thinking what he is about to say. When asking for advice, he may say the wrong thing. As an example, he may point out that someone is old or when asking for advice from a woman, start by expressing the obvious, "pretend you're a woman, for a minute."

During the time he has spent with Lydia, he has developed strong feelings of attraction toward her. He does not take relationships lightly and when he does fall in love, it's forever. It has been said, that Alistair wears his heart on his sleeve.

Having lived in the Chantry for most of his life, Alistair is inexperienced when it comes to romantic involvement. The priestesses of the Chantry taught to him treat women with respect as part of his chivalric code of ethics. This code does not of course apply to Morrigan. This respect for women, is a trait he has taken with him into the Grey Wardens.

Alistair's relationship with Morrigan is a tenative one. He is forced to work with him in order to achieve his goals, but sees the young woman as a pain in the butt. She is extremely sarcastic and callous in her handling of others. Alistair perceives Morrigan as unforgiving and cold. The two are always at odds over how to approach an obstacle. Naturally, Allistair does not trust Morrigan and prefers to not be in her presence for very long.

Alistair is partial to cheese, ale and little statuettes of dragons and golems, though he doesn't like to admit the latter.

His weapons are his Grey Warden Longsword and the Templar shield he used in training at the Chantry.

Alistair's Armor is composed of that worn by traditional Grey Wardens, depicted below:

Appearance: Allistair is 23 years old, stands 6' tall and weighs 195 Lbs. He has brown hair and light blue eyes. He is remarkably fit, having spent his life working on the martial arts in using the Weapons of the Templar for most of his life.

Other: TBD



Used in: The Blight

[Gunther]

Name: Albert J. Colleran
Age: 68
Gender: Male
Hometown/Place of Origin: Edgewood, MD
Role: Doctor of Biophysics and Biophysical Chemistry
Appearance: Doctor Colleran stands 5' 11" tall and weighs 185 Lbs. He has light brown colored skin and brown eyes. His black short curly hair is all white and gray hair, as well as his mustache and beard. Doctor Colleran has worn leathery skin. Before the pandemic, his life was one of oppulence, but since the flu hit, he has grown accustomed to the hard life of a survivor. He seems to have an ample supply of white laboratory coats and is more often than not seen wearing one. His clothing generally consists of either durable cotton trousers or blue jeans and buttoned down shirts colored white, light blue, pink, yellow or light green over a white T-shirt. He also wears hiking boots and carries a wooden walking stick, which he doesn't need for any physical impairment, but has taken to carrying the walking stick.


photo: James Pickens Jr. (Grey's Anatomy, Another World)

History

Albert J. Colleran was born on August 5, 1981 in Annapolis, Maryland. His father was a graduate of the US Naval Academy and rose to the rank of Vice Admiral, a one time Superintendant of the US Naval Academy at Annapolis.

Albert Colleran went by the name Al, Bertie or Albert by his parents and sister, Madeline when he was growing up. He attended Johns Hopkins University for both Undergraduate and Graduate studies where he pledged to Phi Delta Theta fraternity where he was known as AJ.

Upon receiving his PhD in Biophysics and Biophysical Chemistry, Albert Colleran worked with noted Biophysicists at Johns Hopkins Research center. He had been employed by Johns Hopkins University under research grants for almost five years as a Biophysicist when the flu erupted on the scene in 2013. Researchers like himself worked feverishly to determine the cause of the pandemic at the cellular and molecular level, but were unsuccessfuly.

Before 2013 was over, survivors had destroyed much of his lab and he was forced to evacuate Baltimore. He heard about the collective of scientists and physicians at Calvert University in Eastern Maryland and made his way there. He transported as much laboratory equipment he could get his hands on including microscopes, various chemicals needed for research and other medical related items.

As a young man, Doctor Colleran learned to play tennis and the piano. He can play several classical scores on the piano, but prefers Jazz most of all. He enjoys listening to music and idolizes many of the older Jazz musicians including Louis Armstrong, Earl Hines, Charles Mingus, Dizzy Gillespie, Charlie Parker, Art Tatum and Duke Ellington.

Physical fitness has always been important to Albert Colleran. His father insisted the boy exercise daily. Admiral Colleran would take his son to play basketball, tennis or other sports and when they got older, the two took runs together in the Baltimore and Washington DC areas.

After the pandemic, Albert learned how to use a shotgun, assault rifle, handgun, pistol, compound bow and knife. He prefers not to use these weapons and has a moral problem with taking another life. He has also learned about plant biology and farming from other residents at Calvert.

In 2010, only two years out of school, Doctor Colleran purchased a home in Edgewood, MD. It was a very nice 2800 square foot home along Bush River, which feeds into Chesapeake Bay. In 2011, Albert Colleran got engaged to Leslie Atherton, who worked in the oncology research labs at Johns Hopkins. She died in 2013 from the flu before they were married.

Psychological Profile
Albert had a very supportive upbringing and always seemed to have everything he needed. His home life was loving and nurturing. He is a well adjusted adult. He has a fairly decent sense of humor, but has found it lacking at times.

Politically, Albert has always been moderate with a slight leaning toward the left. Since, he sees his position in society as someone who helps others he believes it is the responsibility of those in charge, politically to provide for the common man. Every contributing member of a society should work hard to help the collective. The atmosphere at Calvert is comfortable to him. He views it as a community of competent individuals working together in a communal environment to better themselves individually and the community as a whole. He understands the need to destroy the Bay Bridge. Initially, he was against it, but after seeing some of the horrors brought on by other survivors, he now believes it was a necessity.

Abilities/Talents/Knowledge
- BS, Chemical and Biomolecular Engineering;
- Master's, Biochemistry, Cellular and Molecular Biology;
- PhD, Biophysics and Biophysical Chemistry
- Excellent Tennis player
- Good Piano player
- History, specifically the history of medicine


Used in: Preserving the Past OOC
Preserving the Past IC

[Gunther]

Name: Hamish "Digger" Graham
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Regiment: 42nd (Royal Highlanders) Regiment of Foot
AKA: The 42nd Highlanders, The Black Watch, The Forty Twa, the Ladies from Hell
Motto: "No One Provokes Me With Impunity"
Theme Songs:
Scotland the Brave
Blue Bonnets

Personality: Hamish is a simple soldier. He is disciplined and hardened to the rigors of campaign life. When in the company of peers, he does not hold his tongue. He speaks his mind. When in the company of officers, he stands rigidly at attention and only responds when questioned. Hamish is not the type to go running out in front of the regiment and commit some heroic deed. Although, you won't find him shirking away from a fight either. He prefers to hide in the middle. Hamish is focused on the work at hand, enjoys his free time and knows how to find the bottom of a bottle of whiskey or rum. It is common amongst all soldiers to avoid taking on responsibility (promotions) or to volunteer for anything. Following with that, Hamish has avoided promotion to Corporal for the past 19 years.

Weapons/equipment: As with all soldiers of the 42nd Royal Highlanders, the Black Watch, or the Forty Twa from that beloved nation of Scotland, Hamish carries the following items: issued backpack, sleeping roll, canteen, British Land Pattern Musket (a.k.a. Brown Bess) in .71 caliber, and cartridge pouch.

Skills: nil other than being a soldier
Rank: Private

History: Hamish Graham was born and raised near Glasgow, Scotland. His father farmed the land and mother cared for the family house. It was a humble peasant upbringing, but the family rarely went for wanting much.

At the age of 16 (1790), Hamish was recruited into the 42nd Regiment of Foot as there were no prospects for him in the Highlands. The Regiment had just returned to Glasgow from their deployments abroad. Initially, Hamish served as a drummer boy, but age 18 was granted a position in the Fusilier company of the regiment.

On March 21, 1801 Hamish was with the 42nd Regiment at Alexandria, Eqypt. The Black Watch served under Lieutenant General Sir Ralph Abercromby, KB and Lieutenant-General Sir John Moore, KB which instilled a sense of price and euphoria among the Scottish Regiment for for both officers were of their own, as well as a skilled tacticians.

During the engagement on the morning of the 21st, the French drove in the picketes, to which Hamish was part of and the 42nd succeeded in seizing the colors of one of the attacking French Regiments. This attack was repulsed. During the 2nd Attack by French Dragoons, the Black Watch suffered 13 casualties from Cavalry sabers. During this encounter, Lieutenant General Abercromby suffered a fatal wound while fighting with French Dragoons. He was later evacuated to the HMS Foudroyant, an 80-gun third rate ship anchored off shore where he succumbed to his injuries on the 28th of March.

The British army of 14,000 troops succeeded in pushing back a more seasoned French force of 20,000 into the walls of Alexandria. From the 17th of August until the 2nd of September, Hamish Graham and the 42nd Regiment of Foot laid siege to the city of Alexandria. For Hamish, he would pick up the sobriquet, "Digger" for the numerous graves he would dig that summer planting both his brothers from Scotland and the filthy Frenchmen the slaughtered.

In May 1802, the Regiment marched to Ashford and were reviewed by King George III. He had only favorable remarks to make. Soon afterward, Hamish and the 42nd were marching to Edinburgh. The locals all came out to cheer on the Highlanders during their march north. When they were close to Edinburgh, thousands came out and celebrated in the return of the Scottish Rgiment.

The regiment remained in Edinburgh until the spring of 1803, at which time they deployed to Weely Barracks in Essex. Then in November, the 1st Battalion, 42nd Regiment were sent to Gibralter. The 2nd Battalion, 42nd Regiment remained at Weely barracks. The 1st Battalion had 850 soldiers on Gibralter from 1803 - 1806 and suffered 31 deaths before they were ordered to Portugal.

The 42nd Regiment missed the battle of Vimiera, 18 August 1808, but joined Sir John Moore's Army shortly after this. Moore split up his army in October, 1808 sending four divisions along different roads into Spain. The 42nd marched with Lieutenant General Hope toward Madrid and Espinar along with three other regiments and a brigade of Artillery.

In November, the four regiments were to link up at Salamanca. In December, General Moore learned of a French army nearby and attempted to march toward it. Hope's division was still 4 days march from Salamanca. Moore received word that the French numbered 100,000 troops to his 18,000. Moore ordered a retreat. On the 24th of December, he decided to turn north and link up with General Baird, which would bring their total strength to over 24,000. Then he learned the French in Northern Spain totaled 40,000 troops. During the time period of Dec 08 to Jan 09, General Moore reversed his orders several times and created a massive threat to the integrity of his army. Morale plummeted and soldiers resorted to looting food and supplies from the locals. The soldiers began to hate General Moore and the civilians hated the British Army.


Appearance: Hamish Graham, to his friends is known only as "Digger" stands 5' 7" tall and weighs 160 Lbs. He wears a sculpted brown beard and mustache that stands out from his chest. His steel gray eyes appear cold. He wears the standard uniform and equipment of a soldier in the Light Company of the 42nd (Royal Highlanders) Regiment of Foot in the King's Army.

Line Company Uniforms

Grenadier Company uniforms

Light/Fusilier Company Uniforms

The number 42 is on the buttons of the uniforms of the Officers and men. The coats are lapeled to the waist with the color of the facings of the regiment, crimson red. The officers of grenadiers wear an epaulette on each shoulder. Soldiers of the battalion wear one on the right shoulder. They are either of embroidery or lace, with gold or silver fringe. The waistcoats to be plain, without either embroidery or lace. The swords of the regiment are uniform, Basket-hilt broadswords in the case of the Royal Highlanders (The Black Watch) and the sword-knots of the whole crimson and gold in stripes. The hilts of the swords are either gilt or silver, according to the color of the buttons on the uniforms. The hats are laced either with gold or silver, as hereafter specified, and to be cocked uniformly. The Royal Highlanders (The Black Watch), on the whole, wear highland bonnets.

The highland bonnet is one of the least standard items of the uniform. The bonnets are simple dark blue wool, with a red and white bands around the bottom portion of the bonnet. Instead of the bonnet standing up strait, it was cocked to the left as if it was laying on the soldier's heads. The diced tall bonnets were more popular with the officers, suggesting that this practice was due more to fashion considerations than anything else. The men wore tufts of black bearskin in the bonnets, and the officers wore a black ostrich feather.

The sashes are a crimson silk, and worn around the waist. The King's arms are engraved on the gorgets; also the number of the regiment. They are either gilt or silver, according to the color of the buttons on the uniforms. The Officers of the grenadiers wear black bear-skin caps and have fuzils, shoulder-belts, and pouches. The shoulder belts are white or buff, according to the color of their waistcoats. The belts and other accoutrements of the Black Watch are black. The entire regiment wear black linen gaiters, with black buttons, and small stiff tops, black garters, and uniform buckles over red and white checkered stockings.

The coats of the Corporals have a silk epaulette on the right shoulder. The coats of the grenadiers have the usual round of wings of red cloth on the point of the shoulder, with six loops of the same sort of lace as on the buttonholes, and a border round the bottom. The men's coats to be looped with worsted lace, but no border. The ground of the lace is white, with colored stripes. The waistcoat has white buttons. The breadth of the lace which is to make the loop round the buttonhole, to be about half an inch. Four loops are on the sleeves, and four on the pockets, with two on each side of the slit behind. The 42nd's lace are looped into the "bastion" shape.

The breadth of all the lapels are three inches, and reach down to the waist, and not to be wider at top than at the bottom. The sleeves of the coats have a small round cuff, without any slit, and are made so that they may be unbuttoned and let down. Everyone has cross pockets, but no flaps to those of the waistcoat. The cuffs of the sleeve, which turns up, are three inches and a half deep. The flap on the pocket of the coat is sewn down, and the pocket is cut in the lining of the coat.

The breadth of the shoulder-belts is two inches and three quarters; that of the waist-belt is two inches. Again, the 42nd wear accoutrements of black.

Unique to the 42nd
The Black Watch, when it was first formed, was given the dark green and black tartan that bears its name. In 1746, a red over-stripe was added to the pattern. During the period of the American Revolution, there was some variation between the tartans. According to Osprey Military's 18th Century Highlanders, "..plaids were made from undifferentiated Government set, while the same set with the red overstripe was used for kilts."

In North America, the Black Watch frequently forsook the plaid for the 'little kilt' commonly seen today. Due more to fashion considerations than anything else, or took to wearing breeches in the wilderness, saving the kilt for special occasions.
Prior to 1769, the regiment wore red waistcoats. After the 1768 Warrant, white waistcoats were issued.

Sporrans were changed from badger-skin to goat-skin or buff leather in 1769. This is the item adorned with hair hanging from the waist over the soldier's kilt.

Used in: Gunpowder and Steel: A Trail of Death OOC
Gunpowder and Steel: A Trail of Death

[Gunther]

Name: Manfred H. Schäfer
Age: 28
Appearance:

Rank/Duty Position: Unterfeldwebel/Assistant Squad Leader

Biography: Manfred was born in 1917, in Schonberg, about 15 Km northeast of Kiel, the Kriegsmarine HQs. Manny as he is known by his three brothers, Herman, Alfred and Hans and by friends was a loud and boisterous boy getting into trouble frequently and fights with school chums. Swimming, fishing and spending time on the Baltic were normal activities for the four Schäfer boys during the interwar years.

Herman Schäfer enlisted in the Kriegsmarine in 1939 and served aboard Bismark until his death; he went down with the great battleship on 27 May 1941. Alfred Schäfer enlisted in the Kriegsmarine in 1940 and served with a coastal anti-aircraft battery in Norway. Hans Schäfer joined the Luftwaffe in 1941 serving as the only officer in the family. Hans flew Bf-109s and later FW-190s. Eventually, he flew the ME-262. He currently holds the rank of Flieger-Stabsingemieur (equiv: Major) commanding first squadron, JG52 based in Brussels (ME-262).

Manny got caught up in the Nazi party and the Waffen-SS. He was selected to join the Schutzstaffel (-SS). He completed SS training at Bad Tolz and was assigned to SS-Verfügungstruppe (SS-VT) in early1940. He served as a rifleman and later as a Machinegunner. By 1941, the SS-VT was redesignated 2nd SS Motorized Infantry Division (Das Reich). Manny was assigned to SS Infantry Regiment Deutschland for Operation Barbarossa where he earned the Iron Cross for actions outside Moscow.

Late in 1941, when the Stabf's coup occurred, Manny found himself on the wrong side of the fight. SS Infantry Regiment Deutschland was overrun outside Berlin. Manny and only a handful of survivors from his company were taken prisoner by the new Reich. He would spend the next six months in Luftwaffe Stalag 7 until he and the other for SS prisoners were allowed to serve Germany again. They had been re-educated about the negative effects of National Socialism and pledged to protect the new Republic.

In 1942, he served with the 11th Wehrmacht Infantry Division, I Corps, Rommel's 18th Army for the Siege of London and later during the drive north along the coast protecting von Paulus' right flank. He spent time on occupation duty with the 2nd Grenadier Regiment. Prior to the Stabfs Coup, the 11th Infantry Div served under Rommel in North Africa with his II Afrika Korps. Manny had a difficult time fitting in with the veterans of North Africa and stabf's coup especially with his experience in 2nd SS.

Finally in 1943, he transferred to the Kriegsmarine with the help of his brother Herman. Herman easily convinced the Kriegsmarine that his brother Manny was no threat to the German republic and should be allowed to serve. Initially he served in an anti-aircraft artillery battery like his brother. But when the Marine Stoßtrupp branch of the Kriegsmarine and the Kriegsmarine were looking for volunteers, Manfred Schäfer jumped at the chance. His transfer to the Kriegsmarine was complete in the summer of 1944 and given a promotion to the rank of unterfeldwebel. He is currently assigned as an Assistant squad leader on the Teufel Islands in the Atlantic Ocean. When discussing his past, he conveniently leaves out the part about serving with the SS and the six month stint in a Luftwaffe prison camp when he was younger. He will often times brag about his experiences in England with Rommel and the 11th Infantry Division.

Service Record:
Operation Barbarossa - Iron Cross, 2nd Class (doesn't wear this)
Wound Badge (Black)
Eastern Front Medal
Operation Sea Lion Medal

[Gunther]

Name: Aldric Sarto
Species: Human (Corellian)
Age: 38
Appearance:

Photo: Derek Luke

Aldric Sarto has dark skin and dark eyes with very short black hair. He stands 5' 11" tall and weighs 190 Lbs. He dresses in comfortable clothing and soft-soled black mid-calf leather boots. He has a grey leather fur lined jacket for wear during inclement weather.

Gear: Medical Aid Bag, datapad, multi-tool (pocket knife) & holstered blaster pistol on his right side.

Experience:
- Served in the Republic Army for four years as a Medic, but never served in a combat zone.
- Worked at a Health clinic in Coronet City while attending the Science Academy for eight years.
- Studied Geology/Physics at the Corellian Science Academy in Coronet City.
- Received post graduate doctorates in Geology and Physics after eight years at the Academy.
- Worked for the Corellian Engineering Corporation (CEC) for eight years leaving for personal reasons. As is the case with many Corellians, Aldric desired adventure. The life of an Engineer at the ship building company was too quiet. He'd accumulated both theoretical and work experience in Geology, Physics and as a Medic. He wanted to employ those skills in a setting that could provide more adventure than helping to design space travelling vessels at CEC.

Role: Scientific Consultant/Medic (Geologist/Physicist)

Other: Aldric Sarto is a positive minded and objective people-person. He talks too much and may be reminded to keep quiet on occasion. He prefers to give people the benefit of the doubt about things rather than assume they are a complete idiot. If someone doesn't speak to him, they must have something wrong with them. He tends to be open and warm to strangers as well as friends.

Aldric enjoys drinking and gambling. He is happy in a casino, but never tell him the odds. He doesn't want to hear it. He will on occasion drink to excess, but normally has enough sense to know when to quit.

Due to his medical background, he has a tendency to help others in need. Every problem needs to be fixed in his mind. IF someone complains about something, even if it is just to get it off his chest, Aldric will want to fix the problem. This might make him a natural mediator in an argument but he has a difficult time with boundaries; not knowing when to stop.

Aldric Sarto distrusts the Jedi. He knows they are powerful and keeps his thoughts to himself. He questions their intentions, wondering who it is they really wish to serve. He is not convinced of their altruistic rhetoric.



Used in: Star Wars: World Seeker (OOC)
Star Wars: World Seeker (IC)