Character name: Bah Rhon the Swift
Age: 14
Height: 4'3"
Weight: 112lbs
Body type: Thin, athletic, almost malnourished in appearance
Appearance: Rather short and girlish, he's got that Greek face, you know the one. The same face as on every statue crafted in Greece at the height of its power. A beautiful young man he's often underestimated due to his soft appearance, that soft appearance belies a great talent passed down through his bloodline. The blood of heroes.
His eyes are emerald green and his hair is jet black. Swept back over his ears to keep it out of his eyes in combat. The hair of heroes is hard to keep cut, unfortunately.
Personality: Bah Rhon is a silent and rather gentle sort, despite his history of combat. Often talking while in battle, never letting himself be without a last word I suppose. Though he is just a boy in modern times he is a full grown man from his time. He's short, but not at all immature.
Abilities:
Swift as a Horse, Light as a Feather: Bah Rhon's bloodline gives every male child born an ability of their ancestral hero. Bah Rhon received the speed of his ancestor, as fast as a horse in full gallop he can run at 45kmh/28mph. This also helps him jump and leap from place to place, such as over the heads of enemies on the battlefield. His balance is also nothing to be sneezed at, he can keep himself aloft on an unsteady surface far longer than normal man.
Trained Strength and Swordsmanship: From the age of six he was physically starved and trained at the brink of exhaustion to harden his thin frame to the best of his abilities. He is able to fight normal men on equal terms without yielding to their superior size.
Gear:
A simple but incredibly durable damascus steel sword: Measuring two feet long and two inches wide, it is a broadsword to one as short as Bah Rhon. The blade was hand forged, folded, and repeatedly quenched to make the blade as flexible as possible without it being limp. Although there is nothing magical or particularly remarkable about the blade itself it is not a sword to be taken lightly. It will not yield to any assault.
A simple but durable suit of studded leather armor: Bearing his family's crest of an Ox stamping a Dragon into the ground it is his bloodline's standard. The thick and sturdy leather slows blades enough to prevent stabbing injuries. It is not impressive, although it covers every part of his body save for his head. The family motto is: "If you lose your head, you didn't deserve it."
