Name: Ansgar Staudinger

Sex: Male

Class: Tactician

Special Abilities:
Clear Mind (Passive)
Siege Expert (Passive)
Blessed (Passive)
Summon (Active)

Equipment:
Levin Sword
Arcthunder

History:
Born within the kingdom of Ereb, one of the member kingdoms within the Concilium, Ansgar came from a family of soldiers within the nation itself. Whether they wielded the sword and marched for little more than coin, or were bloodthirsty killers seeking to slake their desires, effectively a Staudinger could have seen any real reason for fighting within their lineage. They were not heroes, nor were they readily known outside the family itself, but they were a proud lot and every child was expected to carry on their traditions. What they were not familiar with was the use of Tomes, of magic, to wage war. The first born of the latest generation, Ansgar, not only showed a capability for the use of tomes, but a talent for it alongside a level head that tended to sit back and view a situation from afar before engaging. Considering both his parents were the type to go roaring into battle with little heed for such things, there was a great deal of friction between parents and first son. Not because he refused to fight, not at all, but more because of how he chose to fight.

Growing up, Ansgar would spend more time raised by a retired Sage of the town, a man versed in both tomes and staves, for his training in regards to the realms of magic. He would find himself with a natural preference for Thunder tomes, the sudden, blisteringly fast strike and low amount of time for reaction towards it. Agreeing to the boy's wishes, he would furnish him with tomes to practice with in return for chores and aiding the Sage in tasks he was too old and frail to engage in anymore. Meanwhile, he would continue learning the art of the sword from his uncle, splitting his attention, in regards to the required training to keep his family appeased, between swords and tomes, something most professions that anyone in the town knew about did not combine. However, his mentor in magic showed him historical documents about a rare breed of soldier, men and women who practiced tactics and battlefield support for other troops, those that wielded both swords and tomes to cover the weaknesses of their peers. The Tacticians, a group that Ansgar was instantly set on following in the footsteps of.

As soon as he came of age, Ansgar was expected by his family to join the Ereb military as a mercenary, due to his training with the sword. Yet, he defied them one last time, walking out of the town with little more than a handful of gold from his mentor and truest friend, two names, and a goal in mind. The capital city of Ereb still had practicing tacticians, according to the Sage, and the name would get him in the door of the academy. Sure enough, despite many close calls with bandits and ne'er do wells, he would reach the capital and gain access into the Tactician's Academy of Ereb. He would spend quite a few years within its halls, brushing up on historical and military stratagems and making up for lost time that had over equipped him in single combat against foes. But, say what you would about Ansgar, he was more driven and stubborn than many who passed through the halls. Many nights, he would have to be forcibly dragged out of the library, just so they could close up and take care of the nightly cleaning and upkeep the place required. He would graduate from the Academy within several years, leaving to serve with Ereb not as a mercenary, but as a freshly minted Tactician. His training and the preparations to leave delayed him, so his original assignment had to be altered, instead being dispatched to investigate rumors of trouble between Dwarves and bandits. However, due to his late dispatch, things would certainly not turn out how he was expecting them to!

Personality: