Name:
Sasha Silverfang
Gender:
Male
Age:
25
Nationality:
Silverfang but of latest years from Illum
Appearance:
True to his people, he is tall and fair as an aspen tree but more toned than the rest of his bulky brethren. He stands a full head over most at 7' and tips the scales at twenty stones (280). A blow to the left side of his face took an eye and so he covers it with his hair when at rest.
Bio: [WIP, fragmented at best.]
As a member of the coastal tribes, they were 'protected' by Xanboro for many years as he regained his strength. Unfortunately, as he grew strong, he also grew hungry and Sasha was on the menu for the next offering. It was here that his mother put him on a boat and set south to Illuim for hopes of a better life for her son. It she became the house servant for a blackiron smith and Sasha fell into apprenticeship at only five years old where his natural bulk grew greatly under the blacksmiths tutelage.
For ten years he knew barely any more than the swelter of the forge or exhaustion by his mothers side. When he was fifteen, he was finally finished with his apprenticeship and could now wield the blades he had been forging. However the blades of the Illuimn were far too small for him to use to the best of his ability, even the 'longdeath' great-swords of the people were too light for him. So he gathered up ten times the ore needed for anyone else's sword and set to work on his own. It was a failure, nothing more than a cleaving slab of steel, but it was his and he planned to make it his own.
He traveled to each of the five clans and challenged two warriors to a duel. He lacked the formal training of the other warriors but his overwhelming strength proved to be enough to sunder their great blades and collect the pieces. It took him five years to find ten such individuals willing to accept such a challenge, but after those victories, he returned to his teacher to forge a new blade made from a superior steel. This time he succeeded.
It was a monstrosity, truly fitting his bulk and form. The steel was made from the ten swords of his victories and a full tang of six feet from tip to solid iron ring at the bottom. Now that he was armed with his true sword at twenty, he wanted to go home to free his people from the ways of Xanboro. But he could not do it alone. He would need the help of an army, he needed the Black Order.
As they accept all who come, entry was the easiest part. Getting himself on a mission to the silverfang coast was the hard part. For another five years he has worked his way in the ranks, trying to gain the skill to match his overwhelming strength to one day behead the monstrous snake.
Fighting Style: The way of the 'steel storm' is a polearm based style that involves stepping and spinning about to bring every chord of muscle to bear in blows that can cleave right through three men abreast.
Equipment:
6'long with 2' blade attached to a 4' haft and thirty pounds of steel.
A sample of his simple Ashigaru armor: Breastplate with exposed arms for maximum movement with a hardened skirting around the thighs finished by matching shin guards and bracers.
Skills/Abilities:
Smithing: The ability to repair or make most metallic needs for the black order with the proper tools and supplies.
Strength: He is strong. Not just the usual genetic tone, but daily exercises lifting and curling barrels of water or buckets of rocks over his head. True strength training to make the most of his body.
Other Information:
Sasha Silverfang
Gender:
Male
Age:
25
Nationality:
Silverfang but of latest years from Illum
Appearance:
True to his people, he is tall and fair as an aspen tree but more toned than the rest of his bulky brethren. He stands a full head over most at 7' and tips the scales at twenty stones (280). A blow to the left side of his face took an eye and so he covers it with his hair when at rest.
Bio: [WIP, fragmented at best.]
As a member of the coastal tribes, they were 'protected' by Xanboro for many years as he regained his strength. Unfortunately, as he grew strong, he also grew hungry and Sasha was on the menu for the next offering. It was here that his mother put him on a boat and set south to Illuim for hopes of a better life for her son. It she became the house servant for a blackiron smith and Sasha fell into apprenticeship at only five years old where his natural bulk grew greatly under the blacksmiths tutelage.
For ten years he knew barely any more than the swelter of the forge or exhaustion by his mothers side. When he was fifteen, he was finally finished with his apprenticeship and could now wield the blades he had been forging. However the blades of the Illuimn were far too small for him to use to the best of his ability, even the 'longdeath' great-swords of the people were too light for him. So he gathered up ten times the ore needed for anyone else's sword and set to work on his own. It was a failure, nothing more than a cleaving slab of steel, but it was his and he planned to make it his own.
He traveled to each of the five clans and challenged two warriors to a duel. He lacked the formal training of the other warriors but his overwhelming strength proved to be enough to sunder their great blades and collect the pieces. It took him five years to find ten such individuals willing to accept such a challenge, but after those victories, he returned to his teacher to forge a new blade made from a superior steel. This time he succeeded.
It was a monstrosity, truly fitting his bulk and form. The steel was made from the ten swords of his victories and a full tang of six feet from tip to solid iron ring at the bottom. Now that he was armed with his true sword at twenty, he wanted to go home to free his people from the ways of Xanboro. But he could not do it alone. He would need the help of an army, he needed the Black Order.
As they accept all who come, entry was the easiest part. Getting himself on a mission to the silverfang coast was the hard part. For another five years he has worked his way in the ranks, trying to gain the skill to match his overwhelming strength to one day behead the monstrous snake.
Fighting Style: The way of the 'steel storm' is a polearm based style that involves stepping and spinning about to bring every chord of muscle to bear in blows that can cleave right through three men abreast.
Equipment:
6'long with 2' blade attached to a 4' haft and thirty pounds of steel.
A sample of his simple Ashigaru armor: Breastplate with exposed arms for maximum movement with a hardened skirting around the thighs finished by matching shin guards and bracers.
Skills/Abilities:
Smithing: The ability to repair or make most metallic needs for the black order with the proper tools and supplies.
Strength: He is strong. Not just the usual genetic tone, but daily exercises lifting and curling barrels of water or buckets of rocks over his head. True strength training to make the most of his body.
Other Information:
