Name: Garcia Alastor
Race: Human
Age: 74
Gender: Male
Homeland: Proud Terran
Appearance: Garcia stands tall for a human, at just a little under six feet tall. He has steel grey hair that comes with age, and strong features, alongside a well-trimmed moustache. His bright emerald eyes proclaim his Terran descent, and his face is weathered from living in a fucking desert for fifty years. He tends to wears a long dress coat, one befitting a former officer of the Terran empire. It is a drab olive in color, and is decorated with the various medals he has earned in his career.
Size: While not huge, Garcia has a solid build, and is quite fit even in his old age. He isn't the strongest guy around, but he can hold his own.
Elemental Affinity: Earth
Bio: Garcia Alastor was once a fairly high-ranking officer of the Terran military. He led a successful career, with numerous victories against monstrous hordes. However, once he reached the age of sixty (Standard age by which Terran military officials retire) he found he could not really adapt to a more peaceful life. As he thought, he realized that while the Terran military was fit to protect the people from large-scale monstrous incursions, the people were generally left to hire mercenaries or raise a militia in the event of smaller threats. Militia however, tended to get mulched pretty quick and few mercenaries were trustworthy. So he thought he could fix that. Yes, he would found his own mercenary guild. He had founded it in the Desert city of Rosa by converting his manor near the merchant's district into a suitable HQ, and was able to convince the city officials to expand the merchant district just a bit. And so, here we are, the founder of the 'Blazing Sands' company, the man that runs one of the only mercenary outfits not of questionable morality.
There is also the question of who will succeed him as head of Blazing Sands, as he's getting on in his years. This has lead to several very minor factions developing among the employees.
Personality: Garcia is a kind, gentle soul. Infinitely patient, and wise to a fault, he is what many would consider a good man. He often recruits thugs off the street with nowhere better to go, and trains them on how to make an honorable living as protectors for hire. He is charitable, idealistic, and above all hates when the strong subjugate the weak. He is, however, extremely stubborn and when he makes up his mind, it's set. He often lets his conscience get the better of him, but luckily his advisors keep would-be manipulators from taking advantage of that. In battle, he fights with determination and icy calm, no screaming or shouting for him.
Skills:
Diplomat: Years as an officer have taught Garcia the fine art of diplomacy.
Great speaker: It is said that Garcia's charismatic voice and manner of speaking is what allowed him to keep morale up so well.
Duelist: Garcia is adept in combat with his chosen weapon, the sabre.
Pistolero: Garcia is also an excellent shot with a pistol, and his primary fighting style involves the use of the two.
Cryomancer: Garcia's final trick in his arsenal is his magic, specializing in water magic, and further specializing in cold.
Master Combatant: With his three styles combined, Garcia is a force to be reckoned with. Or at least he was, in his prime.
Equipment: One master-crafted Terran officer's sword, one Colt M1911, and his jacket. He bears a locket containing a picture of his family.
Other: Garcia is old, very old, and as such his eyesight isn't all that great anymore, and he is nowhere near as effective in combat as he was. He also refuses to use magic to prolong his life, for whatever reason.
Well, there he is guys, your superior officer.