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Male. New Jersey. Alive. Healthy. Something Something I like roleplay.
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So excited, I hope there will be sex and cookies.
Well thank you miss.
Name: Sir Brenn van Kallsoff
Allegiance: Nilfgaard
Occupations: Captain of the Vesten Brigade
Race: Human
Class: Knight (Armored Warrior)
Age: 28
Appearance: "I can't describe it, he is just so adorable and cute. His green eyes are like emeralds, and they make me shiver with delight. Oh, and he is so strong, I love him." - Lara, speaking of her husband Brenn van Kallsoff
To put it simply, Brenn is a bear of a man. His large frame is built in such a way that if you were to run directly into him you'd fall flat on you back, and later when recalling the event you would certainly use the word "stonewall" somewhere in your description. His shoulders stand broad, and his arms are long and thick, which make his hugs an easy way to ascend a few feet off the ground. He is tall and his legs are long and thick, surely if he were so inclined, he could have become a wrestler. His hands are thick and strong and his nose is red, round and protrudes ever so slightly off his face.
His face is round, his cheeks are rosy and thick. His neck rises from his body ever so slightly and is thick and corded. His hair is always trimmed and styled, and usually a hand runs immediately through his hair as soon as his helmet is lifted off. His emerald eyes and blonde hair a product of his parents genetic mix, and he is as some women have said, quite handsome. His beard is brushed and trimmed neatly, and in the lighter moments of his life, a broad white smile sneaks through its bristles.
Personality: Honest, Patriotic, Brave, a Family man. Sir Brenn van Kallsoff is described as nothing less, or more, than a true soldier by his superiors. He has the admiration of his family, and they truly love and respect him as a dutiful husband and father. Yet, despite the qualities that make him seem so plain, and so predictable, there lies one quality that makes him intriguing to those who find themselves faced with him as a foe. Brenn does not, and has never known remorse. He has been called upon to end the lives of countless people, whose innocence is nothing less than questionable, and yet he has never questioned.
It is a rare occurrence that a man with such cold nature is able to divorce himself from the harsh military realities of duty and nationalism, and still be able to wrestle with his children in front of a roaring fireplace, bright smiles on their faces. There is good reason then, that Brenn does not seek out friends, he does not build relationships beyond that of his own family. With respects to his interactions with his soldiers and superiors, he speaks with firm and respectful tone, and does not waver in stance. However, in one instance he did reward his troopers for excellent service with many flagons of beer, and a troupe of prostitutes.
His personality is split between the composed and straight-faced Captain and the gleeful and caring father. He knows duty and he knows love. The true essence of a man.
Armaments: Crafted Nilfgaardian Captain's armor, a steel longsword, small surgeon's dagger, and in times where it is called for, a leather-bound oak wood, steel riveted, kite shield.
Bio: Brenn was born into a family of excellent social posture and monetary wealth. It was assumed from his childhood that he would, as the second child, serve his country. His brother of course got the preferential treatment as a child and being first born was expected to inherit the most from his parents and become a politician like his father. Brenn's childhood also included a number of rules and trivial customs; for instance both his brother and he were expected to be promptly dressed and ready for inspection by their father at 0700 every morning. His father often imparted cold harsh wisdoms upon them, even as children they were told, "A hero is just a fool who hasn't died yet." Despite this disciplined life of routine, it was sometimes interrupted by Brenn's mother, whose loving hugs are still remembered fondly by Brenn to this day. It still a subject of confusion as to what exactly brought Brenn's father and mother together, but their marriage seemed to work.
So, when Brenn was finally the ripe age of 14 he did go on to study under Sir Edyr Vansk, and began the struggle to attain knighthood. He learned the arts of combat, strategy, and of course politics. And he did all this without complaint. He was studious, he learned his lessons, and he studied voraciously, but he didn't really "get out" much. He was, as it seemed, nothing of note, and nothing to scoff at. At some point he met his wife, a lady who like himself, was born into the upper tier of Nilfgaardian society, a woman of average intelligence, yet a somewhat substantial beauty, her name is Lara. When he had finally proved himself to be worthy and ready of taking up arms for the Empire, he was knighted in ceremony and given his first commission in the Vesten Brigade, an infantry unit.
Most of his life thus far has dealt with routine. Day-in, day-out, patrols, searching for rabble-rousers, more patrols, and obviously, guarding against the lesser beings of the world. He made three children with his wife, a son and two daughter; he loves his family very much. Often he would take long walks with his children and wrestle with them around the house. Yet as word of an impending invasion of the Northern Kingdoms reached him, his happy domestic life was interrupted. Brenn soon prepared his men for war, and the brigade was given its marching orders. The march was slow, but the weather was good and spirits were high, so when finally meeting up with the main Nilfgaardian force both Brenn and his men found that moral was in good standing. Brenn was optimistic that the war would be a good quick one.
Others: Distrust and dislike of non-humans, thinks of them as "lesser beings"
Allegiance: Nilfgaard
Occupations: Captain of the Vesten Brigade
Race: Human
Class: Knight (Armored Warrior)
Age: 28
Appearance: "I can't describe it, he is just so adorable and cute. His green eyes are like emeralds, and they make me shiver with delight. Oh, and he is so strong, I love him." - Lara, speaking of her husband Brenn van Kallsoff
To put it simply, Brenn is a bear of a man. His large frame is built in such a way that if you were to run directly into him you'd fall flat on you back, and later when recalling the event you would certainly use the word "stonewall" somewhere in your description. His shoulders stand broad, and his arms are long and thick, which make his hugs an easy way to ascend a few feet off the ground. He is tall and his legs are long and thick, surely if he were so inclined, he could have become a wrestler. His hands are thick and strong and his nose is red, round and protrudes ever so slightly off his face.
His face is round, his cheeks are rosy and thick. His neck rises from his body ever so slightly and is thick and corded. His hair is always trimmed and styled, and usually a hand runs immediately through his hair as soon as his helmet is lifted off. His emerald eyes and blonde hair a product of his parents genetic mix, and he is as some women have said, quite handsome. His beard is brushed and trimmed neatly, and in the lighter moments of his life, a broad white smile sneaks through its bristles.
Personality: Honest, Patriotic, Brave, a Family man. Sir Brenn van Kallsoff is described as nothing less, or more, than a true soldier by his superiors. He has the admiration of his family, and they truly love and respect him as a dutiful husband and father. Yet, despite the qualities that make him seem so plain, and so predictable, there lies one quality that makes him intriguing to those who find themselves faced with him as a foe. Brenn does not, and has never known remorse. He has been called upon to end the lives of countless people, whose innocence is nothing less than questionable, and yet he has never questioned.
It is a rare occurrence that a man with such cold nature is able to divorce himself from the harsh military realities of duty and nationalism, and still be able to wrestle with his children in front of a roaring fireplace, bright smiles on their faces. There is good reason then, that Brenn does not seek out friends, he does not build relationships beyond that of his own family. With respects to his interactions with his soldiers and superiors, he speaks with firm and respectful tone, and does not waver in stance. However, in one instance he did reward his troopers for excellent service with many flagons of beer, and a troupe of prostitutes.
His personality is split between the composed and straight-faced Captain and the gleeful and caring father. He knows duty and he knows love. The true essence of a man.
Armaments: Crafted Nilfgaardian Captain's armor, a steel longsword, small surgeon's dagger, and in times where it is called for, a leather-bound oak wood, steel riveted, kite shield.
Bio: Brenn was born into a family of excellent social posture and monetary wealth. It was assumed from his childhood that he would, as the second child, serve his country. His brother of course got the preferential treatment as a child and being first born was expected to inherit the most from his parents and become a politician like his father. Brenn's childhood also included a number of rules and trivial customs; for instance both his brother and he were expected to be promptly dressed and ready for inspection by their father at 0700 every morning. His father often imparted cold harsh wisdoms upon them, even as children they were told, "A hero is just a fool who hasn't died yet." Despite this disciplined life of routine, it was sometimes interrupted by Brenn's mother, whose loving hugs are still remembered fondly by Brenn to this day. It still a subject of confusion as to what exactly brought Brenn's father and mother together, but their marriage seemed to work.
So, when Brenn was finally the ripe age of 14 he did go on to study under Sir Edyr Vansk, and began the struggle to attain knighthood. He learned the arts of combat, strategy, and of course politics. And he did all this without complaint. He was studious, he learned his lessons, and he studied voraciously, but he didn't really "get out" much. He was, as it seemed, nothing of note, and nothing to scoff at. At some point he met his wife, a lady who like himself, was born into the upper tier of Nilfgaardian society, a woman of average intelligence, yet a somewhat substantial beauty, her name is Lara. When he had finally proved himself to be worthy and ready of taking up arms for the Empire, he was knighted in ceremony and given his first commission in the Vesten Brigade, an infantry unit.
Most of his life thus far has dealt with routine. Day-in, day-out, patrols, searching for rabble-rousers, more patrols, and obviously, guarding against the lesser beings of the world. He made three children with his wife, a son and two daughter; he loves his family very much. Often he would take long walks with his children and wrestle with them around the house. Yet as word of an impending invasion of the Northern Kingdoms reached him, his happy domestic life was interrupted. Brenn soon prepared his men for war, and the brigade was given its marching orders. The march was slow, but the weather was good and spirits were high, so when finally meeting up with the main Nilfgaardian force both Brenn and his men found that moral was in good standing. Brenn was optimistic that the war would be a good quick one.
Others: Distrust and dislike of non-humans, thinks of them as "lesser beings"
sorry, double posted.
Huge fan of the series, totally would want to play as a Nilfgaardian. I'll be watching you. -_- :]
Glad we're back. So to cut it short: Scifi, Fantasy, anything deeply lore and character interaction driven. Lets just go.
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