Name:
Ansgar Staudinger

Age:
28

Gender:
Male

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Personality:
For being an accused deserter and on the run soldier, Ansgar refuses to succumb to the easier methods of a petty bandit or rogue. He is, first and foremost, a career soldier, and one can usually expect the normal professional, focused discipline that would be required of one who would serve in an organized army. Yet, he often, outside of combat, is known for being a heavy drinker and overtly lack luster in regards to his training or continued betterment, seemingly careless towards such things in favor of relaxing and enjoying his time on the world. As such, he tends to take offense at those that would threaten it or judge him without knowing the whole story, since they tend to be needlessly harsh and think they know it all, regardless of whether they really do or not. Beyond this, he tries to be amiable and able to work with anyone, but bring up the charges of desertion and he tends to get rather angry, to put it mildly.

Starting Classes:
Soldier

Starting Equipment:
Steel Lance
Vulnerary

Bio:
Ansgar used to be a standing soldier with one of the armies of Solvnir, raised to be wield the lance against the armies of Rjaskav as well. However, while his upbringing was fairly typical of one expected to be a soldier of any sort, he routinely clashed with the youngest of the general's children, an annoyingly entitled lady who seemed to think that birthright alone warranted superior command. Despite her losing their training duels more often than not, she seemed insistent on trying to assert her dominance over Ansgar. This would continue until his twentieth birthday, when they came to blows again, not just in training. Ansgar had withdrawn a unit under his command from a suicidal charge, not one for wasting resources for no gain. However, this slighted the woman who, technically, was superior to Ansgar in rank and demanded that he return to the field with the men. Ansgar refused the order, pointing out its blatantly suicidal nature and pointlessness. She drew her sword on him, and he defended himself from her attack. The fight ended in a short exchange, the reach and punch of the lance overpowering the swordswoman easily. Yet, she refused to surrender this time, and Ansgar was forced to run her through, spilling her life blood onto the ground. He waited not for the inevitable arrest, execution, and so on, rather, fleeing the island for Airi Island, a land of lawlessness that would make tracking him rather impossible. He would spend the next eight years honing his craft, focusing solely on advancing his skill in combat, and with the lance. Yet, when word reached him that his home had been consumed by this Void, an empty pain echoed in his gut. He chose to finally leave his self imposed exile on Airi Island, finding himself drifting towards New Capita instead, though the why eluded him. Perhaps, since he had no home, he might find a new one there? And perhaps, of course, he might avenge his lost home somehow if this Abyss arrived to try and claim New Capita while he was there.