Age: lost track of it, between the scars and gray hair comes off as 50-60 ish
Nationality: Res Senatus Populusque Publicas Andardorda
Allegiance: The Coal Company- Contractors
Appearance:
Style
Gaunt and regal in appearance, if left in his choice Amarth will clothe in ways that befit his station and preparation, after all he is a commanding officer of the highest honors with numerous successes under his belt
The reality of war, however, rarely gives room for a sense of fashion and insist on a spartan practicality, mangy furs, worn out leather, rusted iron, shit stained rags this and more will do if the situation calls for it.
Amarth favors masks, not only do they hide his hideous marks of war but they also give grant a mysterious air about him, people wonder who is behind it, if it could be some decoy walking into the room rather than the real commander, what is it hiding?
Physical:
The black lion has fought throughout Altea for decades , a taxing and draining task has left him with more than his share of scars, his face is a mangled wreck that will shake the faint of heart, missing a left eye, left ear and part of the left cheek, with cut marks across the nose and patches of missing hair on his scalp due to some scar tissue that never fully healed, despite this people tend to focus on his right eye, a single blue eye that is very remarkable in its vibrant color amidst all the fleshy ruin, the weight of its single eyed gaze has proven a good tool to dig out liars .
The right hand is missing its pinkie, making even the shaking of hands an uncomfortable ordeal since one can't tell if they should act normal or make some kind of difference
Despite (or inspite) of this the Black Lion still is a commanding presence, anyone familiar with pain will be drawn to respect someone that has endured so much, also the Lion is a tall individual at a towering stature of 1.97 meters, his voice is loud and clear and his manner displays great self control, also a well mustered rage and frustration
His body looks frail and aged, yet still carries an unmistakable vigor behind it, much like the coals his company is named after, despite showing signs of having burned its best⦠it might be too hot to touch still
Profession: Mercenary
Biography:
Let me tell you o child
Of the stain that came into our realm
And as such left us defiled
Under the stars of our domain
A place in which everyone is respected
But for everyone to follow this
It simply could not be expected
He thought he was the very best
Clearly taller than the rest
He settled to put this to the test
So he brought fire to our nest
In the end he proved to be but a pest
His toil and ambition only a jest
In the end nobody could attest
the truth of his protest
So it came to be that he was expelled
Our firm people would not be quelled
He swore that he would return as he fled
But to this day there is no weight to what he said
Should he indeed be back
With fire and steel on his track
He shall find it in dire want
For our people will not crack
Ecthelion was once a man of importance and political promise at his homeland, a place of high culture and great tradition unrivaled by any of its contemporaries, but it is oft that great men have great flaws.
He could not stand as equal to his peers, never in a hundred years. His ambition and wish to dominate and rule led him to organize a revolution that pitted neighboors against each other, the once proud and tolerant city became engulfed in a civil war that destroyed people, culture and even nature itself.
In the end pride paved the way for failure and Ecthelion`s campaign to rule supreme failed, his body scarred, his ego bruised and his cause crushed he fled the lands of Andardorda, the realm that should be his by all accounts.
Yet his will would not be denied, Ecthelion had knowledge of war aplenty, he knew that as long as men lived there would always be appreciation for creatures with his talents and thus he set out to amass a fortune to one day march upon Andardorda once again with an army twice, no, thrice as mighty as the one that he had fielded in ages past and bring down their tall towers and colossal spires crumbling down above their heads under his heels.
Yet time and time again, as he waged war across the land success eluded him at every turn, always consequence of the incompetence of those around him, lesser men with lesser means and hollow heads.
The oddest thing began to happen however, with each failure he came to witness how his battle brothers who lost it all gave it all for the greater good of the unit, he saw selfless sacrifice so that many would live while few would die and deny it as he will, Ecthelion was touched.
For the first time in his life he came to respect others for their own achievements, with no need to compare them to his own and thus he was inexorably linked to the Coal Company which he has been commanding for 3 decades to this day.
He lies to himself, the company is but the means to an end. The tool to bring fire and destruction to the blasphemous land that rejected his magnificence, yet he has become lost in the means or he finds it unfit to serve his purpose yet.
Either case the question is, does the Company serve him or does he serve the Company?
Notable skills/abilities:
Commander: Ecthelion has waged war across the known world for the majority of his life, as such he has picked up the profile to maintain and keep a well armed force properly geared and ready
Scholar: Age and time have given Ecthelion the space to pursue the finer things in life, as such he is well versed in history and languages
Other Notes:
Survivor: the survival of the Coal Company is his priority, while he would love to maintain a semblance of honor, the more you have of it the less good it does to you, the Coal Company will honor its contracts until either the objectives have been met or the contractor is dead, in the history of the Coals when things are going sour their contractors tend to fall to assassins too often
Arrogant bastard: Ecthelion makes it clear that he considers most commanders amateurs, how could they even come close? due to this many of his peers will be antagonistic towards him. While fair to those serving under him and having a high value for the soldier`s lives he will voice his discomfort towards incompetence, incompetence that he sees in almost everything
Hypocrite: A man with such an ego has to justify himself at every turn, this leads to him changing his mind on subjects to suit whatever point he wants to make, one moment he is praising the military tradition of his company the next he is accusing armies of being savage bloodthirsty degenerates that glorify violence