Name: Vikas Tyr
Age: 36
Appearance:
Nature: An odd case, is Vikas. On one hand he is a man of several vices, alcohol, women and killing, yet on the other hand he is loyal to a fault and holds the few he deems friends in the highest regard. However, being something of a nomad with no land holdings or permanent residences, he is often looking for paid work and has been known to sell out one employer for a larger reward. He may not be the worst man, but he is far from being the best.
Personality: Vikas has a measured demeanor about him, so long as he's sober. Once the drink gets in him though, he finds the voice to lead an entire tavern in a row of bawdy verses and the energy and stamina to lead a dance and bed a wench or three. In a fight, he keeps his cool and stays focused, only really speaking in order to psyche out an opponent.
Job: Vikas is known more famously as a wandering Bard, who has dabbled in the life of a courtly Troubadour. What he is less well known for is his track record in illegally sanctioned underground dueling. All fights are to the death, so one need only witness Vikas draw breath to know how good he is.
Small biography: Born an orphan in Shere, Vikas found his love of swordplay at a young age as an escape from the drudgery of orphanage life and it eventually led him to joining the local garrison, tasked with routing out local bandits or assisting in secret missions across Bor. During his time traveling with the militia, he picked up an Oud for the first time after hearing a man in the streets of Perm playing one.
He practiced the instrument until his fingers bled, and soon found himself an adept player, and able to entertain his brothers in arms. While in Perm he and his militia brothers took on jobs with mercenaries, bloody affairs that saw some poor soul dead for his perceived betrayal of another. Vikas soon learned through this lifestyle that the men with the most money were often the ones still living and breathing...more importantly, the ones hiring.
Once his militia contract expired he took to the road rather than renegotiate another one, as he grew to detest the rigidity of life in a garrison, and found working with mercenaries to be tasteless. With his sword at his hip and Oud on his back he traveled the length and breadth of Bor, selling either his voice or his sword for enough money to fill his belly and his bed.
Being so well-traveled, he has made several firm friends in each continent, including an intimate on-again-off-again romance with a Mage in Engels.
Physical Strength:Strength: Average
Endurance: High
Hits they can take: Slightly above average
Body type: 6', tall build, not quite broad but hardly stick skinny.
Defense: Average
Magical Strength: Has developed resistances to certain magical attacks.
Mental Fortitude: High
Spells: Knows none.
Speed: High, years of dueling have given him fast reflexes, but years of learning have left him with the scars to show for it.
Luck: Vikas likes to think he makes his own luck, and considers his fortunes balanced with his misfortunes, though some may see it differently.
Motivation: Motivated by the nomadic life of a drifter, he covets the open road and money most of all. However, he has a slim interest in the peace of the land being maintained so he won't have to give up his freedom for the soldier life. He'd much rather tread a dry dirt road than one slick with blood.