[CHAR] The Kadari Knights

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[Lord Orgasmo]

Lance

Full name: Lance D'Phiarlin

Age: 34

Height: 6'3

Skills: Lance is a master Tactician and fighter. Keenly aware of his surroundings he is able to get an advantage almost anywhere on the battlefield. Not only this, but he is incredibly social, and is able to talk to others easily. That doesn't mean he's great at it however.

Appearance:
(Pretend he's a human, couldn't find a good human picture.)
Usually wearing a tunic, Lance blends into the crowd, but when it's time for battle, Lance wears scalemail covered by a central breastplate. His weapon of choice ironically enough is a lance, yet he is trained with most other weapons.

Equipment: His armor, his lance, as well as a sword and shield. He also keeps a dagger in his boot. He has a pack full of other generic traveling stuff. Like food.(Think jerky, and dried fruit.) And water. And flint.

Religious beliefs: Lance believes in a strong sword arm rather than some so-called god. But if forced to choose, he likely would follow manduism

Personality: Lance tries to be a nice guy, although he can be a little agressive.

History: Lance comes from the country of Ebberon, located to the far west. Born to a pair of army generals, Lance had little choice but to be raised as a soldier. He had an iron will and a strong arm at an early age, and only continued to improve, even to the point of surpassing his parents. When Ebberon went to war with a neighboring country, Kyber. Lance was chosen as an ambassador, and was able to easily convince the king to stop fighting. Unfortunately, shortly after, the king was assassinated and Kyber went to war with Ebberon. Lance was chosen to be one of five leaders in charge of the main bulk of Ebberon's army. Here is where Lance found his innate knack for tactics, defeating Skrimish after skrimish, they had easily captured the main city of Kyber.

Once the county was no longer at war, Lance was at a bit of a loss as to what to do. Planning was his specialty, yet he had no plan of action. He soon left bis homeland in search of some sort of purpose. He traveled for almost three years before deciding to become a knight. He was one once before, why not do it again? It was all he knew how to do. Of course, it wasn't that easy. You needed someone to sponsor you after all. Fortunately, there was an easy solution to this. Making friends with a knight named Blatzy, he then showed off his skills. Blatzy knew Lance was an experienced soldier, and sponsored him. Then was the trial. He needed knowledge on the Abbdi, as then the fighting part. Lance had somewhat of an idea of what they were, but didn't have a lot of knowledge. So, Lance spent the next month tirelessly studying them. How to fight them. How to kill them. What they can do. What they're weak to. All this and more was absorbed by Lance, and demonstrated his knowledge to Blatzy. Then the fighting part. Easy. Lance formulated a plan with the entire group. Recognizing everybody's skills and weaknesses. Utilizing blind spots, distractions, and range, the "Abbdi" was easily taken care of. Lance then waited for the ceremony.

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Name: Henrik ibn Solumon

Age: 28

Skills/Talents:
Fast Hands: Henrik can fire and reload his blunderbuss in less than 30 seconds, and his pistol in half that time.
Polyglot: Henrik has a rudimentary grasp on every major language on the continent, and can order a beer in Dwarfish.
War Veteran: Henrik has been in combat for over a decade, and can handle anything that's thrown at him.
Wyvern Rider: Henrik used to ride a Wyvern, but had to sell her. He misses her sometimes.
Whistler: Henrik has an awful singing voice, but can whistle quite prettily.

Equipment: Hai San Blunderbuss. Matchlock pistol. Flanged mace. Powder horn and shot. Hunting dagger w/ sheathe. Plate and mail armor

Appearance: An incredibly muscular man of average height (5,11) with shaggy brown hair and dark brown eyes, Henrik's otherwise handsome features are marred by his cauliflower ears and the mangled wreck of his nose. He is missing the tip of the left pinky of his callused hands. He wears an Amidal mirror plate cuirass over chainmail. He wears simple brown breeches with black hose and pilk skin boots.

Religious Beliefs: Nominally raised as a Voldttist, Henrik has grown to respect Iodism more and more as the years go by, though he is not by any means a very contemplative man. Henrik prefers to live in the moment.

Personality: Brash and loud, laughter comes easy to Henrik, and he loves nothing more than drinking heavily and enjoying the company of whatever tavern girl or stable boy that catches his eye. Living in a constant state of violence has inured him to it, he'll thrash someone within an inch of their life if he decides to do so, and he frequently does. His moral compass rarely extends beyond 'might makes right'. Despite his evident boorishness, Henrik possess a low cunning that he's put to good use, often being able to fool people into giving into Henrik's wants without them realizing it. His decision to join the Kadari knights was as mostly a career move for him, though when asked he'd answer with caring about the defenseless. He more cares about the coin the defenseless tend to pay in.

Backstory: Born in a small southern Emril fishing hamlet, Henrik grew up the 5th son of a poor fisherman, receiving scant attention and only a little more food. When Henrik was 10, he was sold to be the servant of a retired Amidal mercenary captain, Solumon ibn Halun, who had been visiting north to meet with his Emrilian counterpart. Henrik was treated more like a surrogate son than a servant, teaching him Amidal and telling him stories of his days as a mercenary. When Henrik turned 12, he asked Solumon permission to join a mercenary company so he could be like him. Laughing, Solumon told the still scrawny Henrik that he would instead teach the boy how to fight, and Henrik began to train, hoping to impress Solumon with his dedication. By the time Henrik was 15, he joined the mercenary company of one of Solumon's friends as a runner. Although he had a slow start, Henrik was able to prove himself useful, and proved himself to be a fine warrior during a raid on a smugglers den. Henrik grew bold, and would frequently rush his enemies, intimidating them. Henrik continued to work for Solumon's friends company until he got into an argument with one of the company captains. The argument lead to blows, and Henrik soon found himself without a job. He bounced between different mercenary companies for a time, traveling far north to serve with the numerous companies that worked for the feuding Madari duchies. When he found out that Solumon was ill, he returned south as fast as he could. Standing over his old master's bedside, Henrik listened as Solumon called Henrik his son, giving him both his name and the small fortune he had accumulated during his time campaigning. Proud of his new surname, Henrik ibn Solumon started a new mercenary company. Henrik's new company was successful, and when a troublesome province in Emril tried to secede, he found easy employment. By making his mercenary company a winged light cavalry, Henrik made a small fortune by leading his company on select scouting and raiding missions, making a name for himself.
When Henrik was leading a a deep scouting mission, he came across a group of harried Knights fending off several Abddi in an abandoned village. Dropping from the sky atop wyverns, Henrik and his company caused a major shock for the Abbdi, who were quickly routed and then banished. The Knights, grateful for Henrik's help, thanked him and half jokingly suggested he should join the order. Laughing it off, Henrik departed. Less than a month later, Henrik's headquarters burnt down when a nearby stable burnt down and caught fire to nearly a third of the city while he was away. Losing all of that wealth meant he couldn't afford to maintain his wyverns or his men, so he had to disband the company. Catching up to the Knight's he had rescued before, Henrik asked if they would sponsor him again. When Henrik handily beat them in two on one combat, they readily agreed.