Auroreon is a fairly large man, standing over 6'0” tall and weighing 200lbs. His build is fairly muscular, though nit as obnoxious as some of the stronger men that are out there. He has ash blond hair that is of medium length, which hangs straight over his head. He has deep sapphire blue eyes, giving his face a sense of wisdom behind them. His facial features are sharp, almost hawk-like, that give people around him an uneasy feeling when he is not in a jovial mood. The one thing he does have on his face is a long, jagged scar that runs across his face, probably caused by a blunt knife.
His usual working attire is a studded leather jerkin, worn from use for one year too many times. The leather is brown, the lines where the leather had been bending a few shades lighter than areas that never move. The jerkin is covered by plated mail, which then allows him to be flexible while being moderately covered. The mail, however, has been rusted over the years due to neglect and use, making people assume that Auroreon had bought the armour from an antique dealer. Below the plated mail cuirass is the fauld, created by lamellar strips of steel to protect his waist. Wearing cotton trousers underneath that, his sabatons and greaves together give an impression that he is wearing riding boots. Around his waist, between the cuirass and the fauld, is a brown belt that has a pouch on it for storing his gun's bullets, scabbards for his claymore and dagger and a pouch that contains ammunition for his gun.
The one thing that most people would see from his eyes is determination and perseverance. If there is one thing that he is particularly good at, through his personality, it is the determination that whatever task has been set up for him that he will be able to go through with that task onto the end. Apart from this determination, he is reserved and very calculating. He tends to be rather quiet with everyone that he is around, whether it was for a social setting in a tavern or during the heat of combat. His authoritative personality means that whenever he speaks, purely for the latter situation, he will bark out orders to make sure that everyone is properly co-ordinated and that everyone was to pull through in one piece. Although there have been rare instances that this would occur, but he does have a kinder side and willing to pull his own weight to make sure that whoever is in trouble is safe.
- Good Swordsman
- Very tactical
- Good at throwing knives
- Not a great marksman
- Always trusting
- Not a great communicator
- Easily flustered in a group of people.
The first weapon that anyone would notice Auroreon having is a claymore. With the blade that is 115cm long, it appears tht it was made by a fine craftsman of an unknown origin. While it is an impressive weapon to hold, the one thing that attracted people's attention was the fact that the blade was an icy-blue colour, with the fact that it was made of the rare mineral talunite, and it's aura had shone with a similar colour. There are gold runes that go along the fuller of the blade, roughly translating to Silver Moon in the ancient language. The handle itself was made of gold, with the cross hilt slightly curving towards the area of the pommel. The pommel itself has an embedded gem made of pure talunite, giving it a deep turquoise colour of pure clarity. There is a turquoise leather fabric on the hilt so that the weapon was easier to hold in either one hand or both.
Another weapon that he uses often is a dagger. Given to him by his old master, the blade is what anyone would have expected. It has a simple, leather bound handle with no hilt. The blade is a foot long, the edge curving up towards a deadly point. Unlike the claymore, the dagger does not have any magical properties, not having talunite within the blade, and it just has a cold, steel grey colour to it. He mainly uses this knife now for menial things like hunting and, on occasion, shaving. However, he can rely on the sturdy blade if things get out of hand and Silver Moon is out of reach.
The final weapon he has, which he has obtained after a particular event (see Bio), is a flintlock pistol. While he rarely uses this, seeing as the weapon still scares him and the idea that he is not a good marksman, he uses it whenever his life is in immediate danger. It is a standard, smooth bore pistol that has a simple flintlock mechanism and a bog-standard grip and trigger mechanism.
Apart from those weapons, he has a medium pack that carries all of his needed equipment for journeys, e.g. food, rope, a big, sturdy cloth which he uses for a tent, some big stakes to pitch the tent down and various maps.
Auroreon was born and raised in Terrubane's heart to a family of no particular honour or fame. While he did not know who his mother was, his father had been a member of the Terrubane Police Force who was easily corruptible. This was something that a few people at his school had picked up on and used day in, day out to make sure his life was miserable. While he found this school life uninteresting, he pressed on, making sure that he at least got through this so he can be his own self and get away from these people. However, when it came to a point where the group had almost beat him to death, an incident which he rarely talks to people about and a confrontation with his father about these things and his corruption, Auroreon decided to leave his home and never return to it.
While he was in down-town Terrubane, roaming the streets to try and make a living, he encountered the man who gave him the career path that he decided to take: a mercenary called Damenth. While the old mercenary rejected his advances, Auroreon's persistence and determination allowed Damenth to give the young boy a chance and taught him everything that he knew, ranging from combat training to tactics. During this time, the old man had given his apprentice a dagger to use for training and to defend himself. However, during one contract when Auroreon was 20, while being accompanied by two other mercenaries, a group of bandits ambushed them, fatally wounding Damenth and killing the two mercenaries. Auroreon had managed to fend them off at the cost of the thing that they were protecting being taken. However, he rushed over to his dying mentor's side. Damenth had placed his weapon, a claymore with the ancient runes calling it Silver Moon, in his own hands and uttered one sentence, “Always be strong and always go for what feels right...” Taking the claymore, he also looted the other mercenaries, which the only thing he obtained was a pistol. Since that day, he pushed himself as a mercenary.
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