Post by Olli on Sept 3, 2008 23:31:36 GMT
Name: Kaichun Eeluk.
Sex: Male.
Race: Human.
Age: 26.
Career: Mercenary.
Current Wounds: 6/9.
Experience: 85 (100).
WS-32' BS-30' S-3' T-3 I-37' Dex-34 Int-25 WP-26 Fel-28 (18) Ld-24' Cl-27'
A-2* W-8(9)'' M-5 Mag-0 IP-0 FP-3
Skills: Animal Care; Outdoor Survival; Dodge Blow; Ride; Animal Training; Perception; Secret Language-Battle Tongue; Speak Language-Hung; Speak Language-Tilean; Basic Language-Reikspell; Basic Language-Kislevite, Trick Riding.
Talents: Disarm; Strike Mighty Blow; Strike to Stun; Resistance to Poison; Hardy.
Trappings: Healing Draught, Tattered Clothes (-10% Fel Test when dealing with commoners of decent repute and finer people), Tent, Blanket, Slingbag, Lamp, 2 Waterskins, Oats (2 lb), Metal Cutlery, Cooking Pot, Tinderbox, 1 rye loaf, 14 GCs, 3/5.
Armour: Leather Jack (1 ap chest); Skull Cap (1 ap head), Raider's Shield (1 ap all), Quilted Cloth Leggings (1 ap legs).
Weapons: Sword; Shortbow with 6 arrows (S3; Half reload).
Warpony.
WS-25 BS-0 S-3 T-3 I-35 Int-10 WP-10 Fel-10 A-1 W-12
M-6 Mag-0 IP-0 FP-3
Skills: Perception (+10%), Swim.
Talents: Acute Hearing, Keen Senses, Natural Weapons.
Trappings: 2 Saddlebags, Saddle and harness.
Background:
Kaichun was brought up in the Eastern Steppes in the Hung tribe of Tu-Ka. Since he could remember he has been fighting to survive, whether it be against the monstrous mutations of the mountains or the Cathayans to the south. As all of his people he naturally learned the art of riding the reknown warponies of the Hung, and joined a relatively small warband at a young age. He quickly took a liking to raids of the Cathayan northern regions and never felt more alive than when he forced a foe to the ground. Being part of the raiding warband in the merciless Eastern Steppes had him grown accustomed to surviving against the worst odds imaginable. He and his comerades were able to strive during a month-long journey, feeding off of a mixture of blood and milk from his pony; lice and other insects found on his own body; and whatever animals they were able to hunt down on their way. Perhaps his rather cold and brutal upbringing made him who he is today, but regardless of the reasons, he is as self-centered and oblivious to such as honor, respect and lives, as they get.
At the age of 20 he decided to branch out. So as a natural consequence of the thought, he went from tent to tent, plunging his knife into each of the 11 throats which had taught him the ropes and if not nursed him, then at least provided company and security in numbers over the past 5 years. As he spurred his pony on towards Kislev, there was no regret in his body or soul - his decision had been thought out seeing as they would never just let him desert the warband, not to mention the fact that their death meant he could ride on with a full stomach. Cannibalism was not uncommon among the Hung people.
Upon reaching Kislev, he soon started joining up with mercenary bands, either serving as a scout or in the front line. The life of a mercenary seemed to befit him rather well, what with him being more or less self-sufficient as long as he had a horse and a bow. However, he rarely stuck around long enough to earn himself a good gold crown or two however - Kaichun was always looking for new sites and sights and could rarely be satisfied with remaining with the same people for more than a month or so, especially after he'd reached the Empire; for some reason he felt closer to the Kislevites than these Imperial mercenaries. For a good 6 years he did this, hopping from one squad to another but always with a clean get-away. When you're only out for yourself, you soon realize what actions might come back to haunt you in a given region - Kaichun felt killing off a troop of mercenaries wasn't worth the imminent punishment. Thus he kept it clean, but with betrayal and murder bubbling under the surface.
After 6 years in the business, our Hung mercenary finds himself in the lands of the Border Princes. Kaichun attempted to settle down in Mesembria's forest, but ended up nearly starved to death due to poor hunting opportunities near the city. Having packed up, Kaichun traveled to Raphoe for a higher living standard.
Appearance:
As most of his kinsmen, Kaichun is not a tall figure, standing at a rather weak 5'5. What he lacks in height is made up for in width, however, even if his meager diet as of late doesn't grant him the force of weight either. His body is littered with minor scars from swords, axes, arrows and claws. Perhaps the most impressive one trails from just below his left eye to the corner of his mouth, missing the eyeball by an inch. His dark-brown eyes are deep-set in his skull under hisk busky black eyebrows, giving testemony of his wildly unmanageable mane. His clothes are tattered and due for a change.
Sex: Male.
Race: Human.
Age: 26.
Career: Mercenary.
Current Wounds: 6/9.
Experience: 85 (100).
WS-32' BS-30' S-3' T-3 I-37' Dex-34 Int-25 WP-26 Fel-28 (18) Ld-24' Cl-27'
A-2* W-8(9)'' M-5 Mag-0 IP-0 FP-3
Skills: Animal Care; Outdoor Survival; Dodge Blow; Ride; Animal Training; Perception; Secret Language-Battle Tongue; Speak Language-Hung; Speak Language-Tilean; Basic Language-Reikspell; Basic Language-Kislevite, Trick Riding.
Talents: Disarm; Strike Mighty Blow; Strike to Stun; Resistance to Poison; Hardy.
Trappings: Healing Draught, Tattered Clothes (-10% Fel Test when dealing with commoners of decent repute and finer people), Tent, Blanket, Slingbag, Lamp, 2 Waterskins, Oats (2 lb), Metal Cutlery, Cooking Pot, Tinderbox, 1 rye loaf, 14 GCs, 3/5.
Armour: Leather Jack (1 ap chest); Skull Cap (1 ap head), Raider's Shield (1 ap all), Quilted Cloth Leggings (1 ap legs).
Weapons: Sword; Shortbow with 6 arrows (S3; Half reload).
Warpony.
WS-25 BS-0 S-3 T-3 I-35 Int-10 WP-10 Fel-10 A-1 W-12
M-6 Mag-0 IP-0 FP-3
Skills: Perception (+10%), Swim.
Talents: Acute Hearing, Keen Senses, Natural Weapons.
Trappings: 2 Saddlebags, Saddle and harness.
Background:
Kaichun was brought up in the Eastern Steppes in the Hung tribe of Tu-Ka. Since he could remember he has been fighting to survive, whether it be against the monstrous mutations of the mountains or the Cathayans to the south. As all of his people he naturally learned the art of riding the reknown warponies of the Hung, and joined a relatively small warband at a young age. He quickly took a liking to raids of the Cathayan northern regions and never felt more alive than when he forced a foe to the ground. Being part of the raiding warband in the merciless Eastern Steppes had him grown accustomed to surviving against the worst odds imaginable. He and his comerades were able to strive during a month-long journey, feeding off of a mixture of blood and milk from his pony; lice and other insects found on his own body; and whatever animals they were able to hunt down on their way. Perhaps his rather cold and brutal upbringing made him who he is today, but regardless of the reasons, he is as self-centered and oblivious to such as honor, respect and lives, as they get.
At the age of 20 he decided to branch out. So as a natural consequence of the thought, he went from tent to tent, plunging his knife into each of the 11 throats which had taught him the ropes and if not nursed him, then at least provided company and security in numbers over the past 5 years. As he spurred his pony on towards Kislev, there was no regret in his body or soul - his decision had been thought out seeing as they would never just let him desert the warband, not to mention the fact that their death meant he could ride on with a full stomach. Cannibalism was not uncommon among the Hung people.
Upon reaching Kislev, he soon started joining up with mercenary bands, either serving as a scout or in the front line. The life of a mercenary seemed to befit him rather well, what with him being more or less self-sufficient as long as he had a horse and a bow. However, he rarely stuck around long enough to earn himself a good gold crown or two however - Kaichun was always looking for new sites and sights and could rarely be satisfied with remaining with the same people for more than a month or so, especially after he'd reached the Empire; for some reason he felt closer to the Kislevites than these Imperial mercenaries. For a good 6 years he did this, hopping from one squad to another but always with a clean get-away. When you're only out for yourself, you soon realize what actions might come back to haunt you in a given region - Kaichun felt killing off a troop of mercenaries wasn't worth the imminent punishment. Thus he kept it clean, but with betrayal and murder bubbling under the surface.
After 6 years in the business, our Hung mercenary finds himself in the lands of the Border Princes. Kaichun attempted to settle down in Mesembria's forest, but ended up nearly starved to death due to poor hunting opportunities near the city. Having packed up, Kaichun traveled to Raphoe for a higher living standard.
Appearance:
As most of his kinsmen, Kaichun is not a tall figure, standing at a rather weak 5'5. What he lacks in height is made up for in width, however, even if his meager diet as of late doesn't grant him the force of weight either. His body is littered with minor scars from swords, axes, arrows and claws. Perhaps the most impressive one trails from just below his left eye to the corner of his mouth, missing the eyeball by an inch. His dark-brown eyes are deep-set in his skull under hisk busky black eyebrows, giving testemony of his wildly unmanageable mane. His clothes are tattered and due for a change.