My steel is yours. Unless there's a strong possibility of death. What? Loyalty can't bring me back from the next world!
54 | Human | No Mage-Eyes
P E R S O N A L I T Y
❖ Selfish
❖ Bitter
❖ Temperamental
❖ Liar
❖ Greedy
A P P E A R A N C E
Forbhin has a triangular face with a pointed chin. He has a well-groomed gray flattop connected to his shorthaired chinstrap beard. Over his left eye is an eyepatch, from when he lost it in battle years ago. He stands at 6"2' and weighs 160 lbs, with a lanky build with some muscle.
He wears a suit of black splint armor, with grey chainmail protecting his elbows and knees. Over his armor, he wears an orange tabard with The Cockatrice on it. He also has a short white cape that reaches the middle of his back. He wears black leather gloves, rather than actual gauntlets. Though he claims he bought it himself, it's just a lie. He stole it from his master when he died.
H I S T O R Y
Forbhin's history begins as a peasant in the town of Wetleaf. His parents were horribly sick most of his childhood, forcing him to work day and night to pay for their medicine. When he was a young man, he finally had enough; He was breaking his back for gold that he didn't get to keep a cent of, just to pay for medicine that would stall his parents disease, not cure it, when he couldn't even visit them. Why should he work so hard for a cause that hadn't benefited him in any way at all, for people he couldn't even see, and hardly even knew?
He told his best friend whose parents had died years ago, and he worked in the same conditions Forbhin did, to keep their graves well maintained. His friend tried to convince Forbhin to stay multiple times on the evening of his departure, to which Forbhin stated that working to keep his parents alive for no gain was just as stupid as his friend keeping his parents graves clean. His friend lashed at Forbhin in a fit of rage, starting a fight which Forbhin won, but continuously beat his friend, even after the point of surrender and pleading. Though he hadn't killed his friend, one more strike would have. Forbhin left that night, and never saw him again.
After leaving Wetleaf, Forbhin came across a knight's garrison. Lying, he managed to convince them that he was sent by some noble family from far off. Convinced, he was taken under the training of his master. After months of training, the two joined the Army of Heroes, and later the People's Legion once the civil war broke out. The two were caught into a situation during a battle between the two forces where the Army of Heroes were being defeated horridly by the People's Legion. Valuing his own survival above all else, Forbhin looted the insignia of a fallen Army soldier, and pretended that he was under their flag, and pretended his master was trying to kill him. He watched uncaringly as his master was cut down by six soldiers much stronger than him. Forbhin remained in the Army for many years, when an absence of gold had him leave and travel as a Sellsword.
Now, fate, or in his case a lack of gold, beckons him to the Great Southern Road's hamlet.
I N V E N T O R Y
-Black Splint Armor
-A Brown Horse
-Rapier
-Three Days Rations
-Army of Heroes Insignia
-Tabard of the Cockatrice
-Eyepatch
-Black Gloves
O T H E R
