I am REALLY REALLY looking forward to this, so I hope my CS is acceptable. :)
Name: Vikas Tyr (Pronounced "Vick-as")
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Vikas is a man folks might call a rogue, a scoundrel, a bastard or a saint...depending on who those folks might be. The upper crust would see him hanged, the grit and grime of the lower classes would buy him a drink. One thing is for sure, not a single one among them would doubt his skill with a duelists blade.
Equipment:
A dueling sabre.
A belt containing throwing daggers and small smoke charges and firecrackers used primarily for distraction.
A fine lute.
Strengths: Vikas is a master duelist and swordsman, and has no qualms spilling blood. Years of slipping in and out of the under-warrens and through narrow alleyways has given him a knack for evasion and an almost anatomical knowledge of the city.
Weaknesses: Vikas is a slave to his vices. Drinking, gambling, fucking, dueling. Every activity has helped his rise to infamy, but also gotten him hurt and in a lot of trouble. In spite of the consequences, Vikas is unwilling to give up his leaf-in-the-wind lifestyle and is determined to carry on being generally unreliable and aloof.
Likes/Dislikes:
+Rowdy taverns
+Loose wenches
+The thrill of a duel
-Nobility
-Religion
-The war
History: Vikas Tyr was born into the slums of Alber to parents of little note who gave him up for two loaves of bread and a basket of half rotten tomatoes. As an orphaned urchin, he changed hands many times until he was twelve and he found a steady home and work in a dingy tavern down by the docks. Until he was eighteen he worked the floor, learning who all of the big names in the underworld were and gaining many useful skills from them. Notably, the wielding of a blade, the vital points to strike on a man to ensure certain (though not always quick) death, sleight of hand and how to play the lute.
Somewhere along the line, he became involved in illegal underground duels and quickly earned a reputation.
Was he good? He is alive to greet his thirties with open arms. The same cannot be said for any of his opponents.
When the war broke out, the underworld became fragmented and the duels were abruptly discontinued. The old tavern where he had worked and lived for much of his adolescence was burned to the ground in a brawl between patrons and soldiers and the old owner (perhaps the only man Vikas could consider a parent) was killed in the blaze. Knowing no justice would be found from the constabulary and with his primary source of income and housing gone, Vikas followed the rumor trail to a group of Mercenaries of sorts who came together shortly after the declaration of war. Having nowhere better to turn, Vikas insinuated himself into their ranks and provides his services as something of a spy and occasional assassin.