[hider=Odran Tarlach][IMG]http://i67.tinypic.com/mkvwyh.jpg[/IMG]
A gaunt and grizzled man, standing a head taller than the majority of his comrades. His body is sinewy and rugged, pockmarked with cuts, scars, and scrapes from years of combat. His beady eyes are a dull brown, and his face is almost perpetually pulled into a rough scowl. His dirty blonde hair is kept neat and short and is usually hidden under his beret, and manifests on his face in the form of a thick and full beard. His posture is rigid and straight, and his voice is rough and gravelly. 

Odran more often than not is seen in his armor, and constantly wears his trademark beret. Occasionally, in more casual settings he'll remove the armor on his arms, and opt for a pair of worn leather gloves. The only time he doesn't wear his armor, is when he wears blue livery bearing the standard of the company- typically for formal occasions in which wearing armor and weapons is frowned upon.

[b]Name:[/b] Odran Tarlach
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Age:[/b] 52
[B]Magic potency:[/b] Yes


[h3]Military Background[/h3]
[b]Years Spent in Service:[/b] 34
[b]Equipment:[/b]
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Odran wears plate armor on his arms and legs, as well as a thick brigandine over chainmail on his torso, covered with a deep blue tabard bearing the running direwolf of the Company on its chest.[/hider]
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[*]A bastard sword and accompanying dagger forged by Dalgen of Farhold, a well-renowned dwarven bladesmith 
[*]A heater shield with the company standard emblazoned across.
[*]A red beret he wears while not in combat- signifying his seniority in the Company
[*]A pouch with herbal ointments for the soothing of wounds.
[*]A tome strapped to his side that contains the formulae of basic magical spells, instructions on intricate medical care, knowledge on various common medicinal plants, as well as descriptions of the actions and history of the Company of Wolves 
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[b]Skills:[/b] (List from most potent to least)
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[*]Seasoned Warrior - Odran is a talented swordsman, despite his advancing age. While he is no longer in his prime, he often instructs and trains new recruits in swordplay and general soldiering   
[*]Strategist - While the Captain comes up with brilliant battlefield schemes and tactics, Odran is responsible for ensuring the logistics of the Captain's plans are sound.
[*]Rugged Sergeant - Though the captain may exude an aura that commands respect out of inspiration and awe, Odran sports a rugged and rough no-nonsense demeanor that demands respect- and spirits help you if you try to show dissent towards the Captain in front of him. 
[*]Basic Spellcaster - Odran has a basic grip over magic, with only a handful of spells memorized and written down in his book.
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[h3]The Mind[/h3]
[b]Psych Profile:[/b]
A serious man with a strong work ethic, Odran is a gruff and intimidating man with a distinct no-nonsense demeanor and is typically impervious to the jokes and wisecracks made by his comrades. Only rarely willing to crack a grin for his close compatriots, Odran is for the most part incredibly blunt and to the point, though generally not confrontational- he typically doesn't need to be. Strong willed, and somewhat hard-headed, Odran never starts something without finishing it- even if it takes him hours, days, or even weeks. Despite his callous attitude, Odran shows genuine care and concern regarding the wellbeing of the company and the men and women within its ranks. Though jaded, and somewhat cynical, Odran is a staunch believer in the traditions and values of the Company and demonstrates absolute loyalty to The Captain. Despite possessing a well developed moral compass, Odran will often ignore morality and act in what he believes are in the best interest of himself and his compatriots.  

Odran values loyalty, respect, and honor, and shows a distaste towards underhandedness and trickery, though admits to their usefulness in regards to strategy. He despises incompetence and is quick to discipline unruly and insubordinate soldiers.

[b]History:[/b] 
Like many 'career' soldiers of the Company, Odran came from nothing and joined the Company in hopes of living a better life. Born the child of a hunter and an herbalist in the southern heartlands, Odran never had much in the form of amenities. Game was small, hard to find, or reserved for nobility, and food due to its abundance meant that meats and furs never sold for particularly high prices. Odran spent most of his childhood on his feet, helping his parents either hunt or gather herbs. Odran was a restless child, the calm complacency of gathering herbs, and brewing medicine bored him, and the 'thrill' of stalking around and shooting squirrels with a bow bored him. Dissatisfied with his dull life, Odran sought a life of excitement and adventure, something that was more than gathering plants and skinning squirrels. 

At the age of 15, Odran ran away from home and found an exciting new life in the form of a local gang. Consisting of bandits and thieves, Odran quickly adopted their ways- much to the dismay of his parents. Stealing from homes, beating people up for thrills, mugging, for nearly three years Odran punched, backstabbed, and stole his way to the top of the gang, unafraid to break limbs, ruin livelihoods, or even slit throats to get there. While with the gang, Odran learned how to fight, how to extort, how to steal, and how to exploit others. By the age of 18, he was the gang boss' go-to guy, his best fighter, his most ruthless thug, and most cunning cutthroat. 

Eventually, the boss found himself in need of a new lieutenant, a new underboss, as the old one had attempted a coup- and was quickly put down by none other than Odran. Giving Odran another job to prove himself, the boss told Odran that a small family had been staunchly refusing to pay their 'protection' fees, even going so far as to fend off a few of the gang's thugs. Because of their show of resistance, more families from the town were beginning to fight back- they needed to be made an example of. Odran set off that night, with an unlit torch, and several barrels of pitch. The house had only been recently built for a new family, and as a result was constructed of rather young wood and stone- making it hard to light afire traditionally. Odran had to sneak into the house to pour pitch within the building as well as outside to properly set the building ablaze.

After thoroughly lacing the house with pitch, Odran exited the home and set it ablaze, standing back to watch the inhabitants attempt to put out the fire or escape- a futile effort, as Odran was good at what he did. Within moments, the entire house was in flames- no matter how quickly help got there, it was the end for the family and their home, and Odran grinned with morbid satisfaction as a pair of hands threw open the windows. When the voice screamed for help, Odran's grin quickly became a face of horror. He recognized the voice. Sprinting towards the burning house, Odran realized that he had just put his own parents to the torch, but there was nothing he could do- he had done too good a job of setting the place on fire.

Returning to the gang's hideout, ignoring the cheering of the other gang members, Odran approached his boss, who gave him a smug smile and congratulated him on a job well done. The boss was in the middle of applauding Odran's loyalty to the gang when Odran stepped forward and jabbed a knife into the boss' throat. Fighting his way out of the hideout, Odran fled the town, the gang, the smoldering wreck of his parents' home, and the remains of his old life. Chased down by some of the gang members on horseback, Odran was surrounded and almost put to the sword when a detachment from a mercenary company happened to come by, and seeing the situation, proceed to cut the bandits down.

Taking this as an act of fate, Odran joined up with the mercenary group- known as the Company of the Wolf. He dedicated himself to a more honorable, more honest life. Remolded and forged into an example soldier, Odran fought with valor and distinguished himself as a prominent and capable man within the Company's ranks. From the wars in the south, to the Ironmount campaign in the north, Odran conducted himself with honor and courage, in an attempt to absolve himself of the atrocities he had committed in his younger years. One of the few surviving members that remember The Captain during his younger years, stories within the Company often say that Odran and the Captain regularly fought side by side during their time in the rank and file. Decades of service and warfare later, Odran is one of the most senior members of the Company of the Wolf, and serves as The Captain's right hand, his Lieutenant.
[h3]Denouement[/h3]
[b]Character Motivation:[/b] Odran considers his service to the Company his eternal penance for killing his family.
[b]Significant Relations:[/b]
[b]Parents:[/b] - Deceased.
[b]The Captain:[/b] - Arguably Odran's oldest comrade.
[B]Opinions on Others:[/b] (How do they feel about the rest of the team? This can be left blank and added on after everyone adds a sheet.)
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