Theodore
It had been a while since there had been a feast. Theo wasn't all too keen on remembering it now though. Why live in the past when there was ale in your cup and meat in your hand. He secured himself and some of his boys a good spot at one of the tables. Lars and Owen were boasting past victories and Liam was trying his luck with the ladies. Theo was still sharp enough to wait for the others to get really drunk, because by then they would be equally stupid. He had already laid his eyes on the one that would warm his bed tonight. The most important thing was that his boys were enjoying themselves.
When the speech came Theo hushed his boys down and when it ended he leaded them in a heartfelt cheer. Lars, ever the one to try and best the others, got a little carried away and spilled his whine on the person next to him. Moments later he was out cold on the floor. Looking up Theo recognized Astrid and couldn't help himself but laugh even louder than before. He had seen the girl fell Big Pete and knew Lars had gotten off lucky. Theo quickly took advantage of the situation and stole poor Lars' plate, then gestured to Liam to take Lars to his cot. The boy would feel sore in the morning, but at least he would feel something.
Surveying the hall Theodore took in some of the people he had fought alongside. He looked at Jorrick and at Rudolfo, then traced towards the foreigners Atl, but couldn't see Sikarthis. Theo met the gazes of several others before he turned to look where Wren was seated, a spark of guilt stirred in his chest for a brief moment. If only I had been there a moment sooner. Your father would've given that speech. Theo had always respected Paris for his charismatic leadership, Jorrick was a good man, but Paris had simply been better, somehow. The knightly boy; Rand, he seemed to be missing too, Theo noticed as he continued on observing the hall. There were still some that he hadn't met yet and so Theo couldn't name everyone here, he was confused at some of the younger attendants for they could've been either servants or fresh recruits.
The awakening was crude. He rolled out of bed and ended on top of the woman that had previously occupied the bed with him. She slapped him and screeched a curse to get him off of her. You weren't this difficult last night. Theo mumbled as he grabbed hold of the bed to help himself up. He was getting old, but not yet as old as Rudolfo. Being gallant enough to help the girl on her feet too he took hold of her hips and pulled in for a kiss. Theo was awarded with another slap across the face. Fiery, I like that. he told her before dumping her back on the bed.
Theodore was the last one to arrive at the top of the stone stairs. His head still pounding and gunk still in his eyes. At the least he was dressed for trouble.
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Full name: Theodore "Theo" Johannes McKrubnick
Titles:
Rank: Boar
Age: Old
Gender: Male
Appearance: Theodore is a man you can take up in one glance, he is a fighter no matter from what angle you look at him. If the scar on his cheek doesn't tell you this you will find out by the absence of his left side pink and ring finger. His copper hair is kept short, mostly to hide the graying parts around his temple. Together with the colour of his hair his facial features closely resemble that of a fox or likewise k9 creature. He has an average height, but the width of his shoulders suggest some brawn power hides in his body.
As far as clothing go Theodore likes to keep things simple and easy. A plain hauberk and quilted pants in earthly tones seem to be a recurring outfit of his. The pair of leather boots are probably the only ones he owns by the look of wear and tear on them.
Personality: Respects authority, calculating, easy to anger at the mention of certain topics. Has a passion for women and brawling.
History: Born to a family that tended to nobles; Theo's live had little to want for in the way of food and clothing. He was the middle child of five, an older brother and sister and a younger couple of the same paring. His father was an honest and hard working man to the nobles, at home he would often let his frustrations out on the boys. Never the girls though, they were more precious to him. Growing up Theo would learn how to please his father, as a result he would get less of a beating then his brother; This however resulted only in gaining the resentment of his oldest brother, with who he would in turn have many a brawl with. His brother eventually became squire to a knight and left the home. This gave the boy the idea a similar destiny awaited him, but he would be disappointed, instead he was drawn to be part of the serving staff of the noble family. As he started to become more of a man some of the chamber maidens where only left with maiden in their title. The experiences suffered at his father's hand had made him weary of punishment and he would go about his business as discretely as was humanly possible.
One day a mercenary band entered town. Theo got intrigued by some of their customs and joined in on a few brawls. During one of these his opponent bit of Theo's ring finger, the wound festered and later he was forced to give up his pink too; unless he would rather have lost his entire hand. He became friendly with some of the mercenaries and tried to give them left over spoils, one day however his supervisor discovered this and had Theo chastised for it. There and then the young man decided that the castle live didn't suit him very much and Theo disappeared together when the Iron Company moved on. The only thing connecting him to his past is the brand that was left on his shoulder blade, the scar looks like a flame with four sticks pointing outwards.
Skills: Is naturally stealthy, has a sharp mind.
Dreams and fears: Theodore fears that one day he might come across his older brother again. As a contradiction to this, if that happens he dreams that he will be the one to kill him.
Favored equipment: Theodore favours the use of a bastard sword in combination with a buckler. Since a buckler is strapped to the arm rather then held by it he can more easily turn his handicap; provided by his missing digits, into extra blade strength if needed.
Extra: Likes to hunt game during his down time, this is not saying he is the best huntsman there is, but it helps him hold his temper in check.
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Name: Liam McKrubnick
Age: 42
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In a former life Liam might have been a carpenter, he might have had a family he cared deeply for. In this supposed former life he might have been a good, solid and dependable man. In this life however Liam is fighting for his life. Everything in this life seems to be out to kill him.
The black and white morals he used to go by have blurred into shades of grey, the solid rock he used to be to others has turned into a weapon in his hands. Determination to survive is all he depends on these days.
Age: 42
Appearance:
Bio:
In a former life Liam might have been a carpenter, he might have had a family he cared deeply for. In this supposed former life he might have been a good, solid and dependable man. In this life however Liam is fighting for his life. Everything in this life seems to be out to kill him.
The black and white morals he used to go by have blurred into shades of grey, the solid rock he used to be to others has turned into a weapon in his hands. Determination to survive is all he depends on these days.
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