Post by Radkal Ryzom on Jun 15, 2012 16:27:59 GMT -6
Name: Radkal Ryzom
Age: 25
City: Deproelior
Appearance: Radkal stands just a little over six foot two tall and is an imposing figure, heavily set and well muscled his size stands out even among his fellow Deproelians. His face is flat featured and brutish with a square jaw and heavy brows over piercing storm gray/blue eyes and framed by unruly mid length dark brown hair.
Normaly dressed in black slacks and shirt, it is not uncommon to see him with a blacksmith's heavy leather apron, or dark leather jerkin with a silver steel reinforcement on the left shoulder.
Radkal's amour is that of an infantry man, black chain-mail, over silver steel breastplate lower arm guards, gauntlets, lower leg guards, and an enclosed silver full faced helmet its single slit offering the only vision, all of which is immaculately kept. His square shield is black, with a white silhouette of a raven in flight.
History: Radkal was born on the outskirts of Deproelior, his father had been a foreigner, who raised him alone after the his mother passed in child-birth, he told the boy tales of heroes and glory, and taught the young child to fight, with his hands and with an assortment of weaponry, he was a fast learner and showed a love of combat, and the makings of a skilled Axeman. When Rad reached the age of eight however his father took on the role of teaching other children along side his son. This left the young boy feeling neglected and prompted him to train harder to impress his father.
At the age of twelve he was jumped by a group who had been training with his father, they took turns at taunting him and beat him as a group, flying into a berserk rage, he killed one and shattered the jawbone of another. He was shunned, and his parents pressured. He was sent from his family into live in the city with his Grandfather, a master blacksmith and Owner of one of the most renown Smithies in Deproelior. He trained the youth in the smithy's arts, and encouraged him to continue his combat training. He learned to love his life over the anvil, and began to train daily with others tutors of the city, their high prices easily payed by his Grandfather. He joined the military at age 16, but managed to retain his role in the smithy.
When his grandfather passed away he took over the business, proving that he had learnt much of the old man's skills, and continuing the legacy of quality. He has not seen his father since he was forced to leave home, and has no great need to.
With the recent retirement of Deproelior's old Head of Security a tourney was held, with the plan of announcing his replacement at the end. With the entire of the Deproelian military watching the best dueled with wooden swords. Through what many say was pure skill, but those who saw the fights as they truly happened understand as a small measure of skill, and a large helping of luck, the Axeman stood victorious at the end.
Looking out, the crowd around him and his fallen opponent chanting his name, Radkal raised his sword, his shout of "For Deproelior!" ringing out even above the chorus. He didnt realize the implication then, and wouldn't untill after a few celibtational ales had been sunk, but this had marked the in-statement of a new Head of Security.
As the new Head of Security Radkal works hard, leading by example. Most days start with him in full armour at the training grounds, running, sparing and climbing with the best. When working at the Smithy there is often a retainer with him, filling out forms and following instructions on the various paperwork that needs to be done.
Personality: Radkal is surly and stubborn, and just as often as not, hard to get along with. But in-spite of this (or because of it) he is a loyal friend, and an unyielding enemy. There is something naturally awkward about him in a social respect. When in his zone Rad is comfortable and happy, whether that be on the training field, working at the Smithy, or fulfilling any of the roles required of him.
He has a love of good food and a dry sence of humor. Although he loves a good fight Radkal doesn't see the logic in a war with Aurora Valley, thinking that it is mostly a pointless exercise to maintain a hatred over events long past, but he doesn't voice this publicly.
Age: 25
City: Deproelior
Appearance: Radkal stands just a little over six foot two tall and is an imposing figure, heavily set and well muscled his size stands out even among his fellow Deproelians. His face is flat featured and brutish with a square jaw and heavy brows over piercing storm gray/blue eyes and framed by unruly mid length dark brown hair.
Normaly dressed in black slacks and shirt, it is not uncommon to see him with a blacksmith's heavy leather apron, or dark leather jerkin with a silver steel reinforcement on the left shoulder.
Radkal's amour is that of an infantry man, black chain-mail, over silver steel breastplate lower arm guards, gauntlets, lower leg guards, and an enclosed silver full faced helmet its single slit offering the only vision, all of which is immaculately kept. His square shield is black, with a white silhouette of a raven in flight.
History: Radkal was born on the outskirts of Deproelior, his father had been a foreigner, who raised him alone after the his mother passed in child-birth, he told the boy tales of heroes and glory, and taught the young child to fight, with his hands and with an assortment of weaponry, he was a fast learner and showed a love of combat, and the makings of a skilled Axeman. When Rad reached the age of eight however his father took on the role of teaching other children along side his son. This left the young boy feeling neglected and prompted him to train harder to impress his father.
At the age of twelve he was jumped by a group who had been training with his father, they took turns at taunting him and beat him as a group, flying into a berserk rage, he killed one and shattered the jawbone of another. He was shunned, and his parents pressured. He was sent from his family into live in the city with his Grandfather, a master blacksmith and Owner of one of the most renown Smithies in Deproelior. He trained the youth in the smithy's arts, and encouraged him to continue his combat training. He learned to love his life over the anvil, and began to train daily with others tutors of the city, their high prices easily payed by his Grandfather. He joined the military at age 16, but managed to retain his role in the smithy.
When his grandfather passed away he took over the business, proving that he had learnt much of the old man's skills, and continuing the legacy of quality. He has not seen his father since he was forced to leave home, and has no great need to.
With the recent retirement of Deproelior's old Head of Security a tourney was held, with the plan of announcing his replacement at the end. With the entire of the Deproelian military watching the best dueled with wooden swords. Through what many say was pure skill, but those who saw the fights as they truly happened understand as a small measure of skill, and a large helping of luck, the Axeman stood victorious at the end.
Looking out, the crowd around him and his fallen opponent chanting his name, Radkal raised his sword, his shout of "For Deproelior!" ringing out even above the chorus. He didnt realize the implication then, and wouldn't untill after a few celibtational ales had been sunk, but this had marked the in-statement of a new Head of Security.
As the new Head of Security Radkal works hard, leading by example. Most days start with him in full armour at the training grounds, running, sparing and climbing with the best. When working at the Smithy there is often a retainer with him, filling out forms and following instructions on the various paperwork that needs to be done.
Personality: Radkal is surly and stubborn, and just as often as not, hard to get along with. But in-spite of this (or because of it) he is a loyal friend, and an unyielding enemy. There is something naturally awkward about him in a social respect. When in his zone Rad is comfortable and happy, whether that be on the training field, working at the Smithy, or fulfilling any of the roles required of him.
He has a love of good food and a dry sence of humor. Although he loves a good fight Radkal doesn't see the logic in a war with Aurora Valley, thinking that it is mostly a pointless exercise to maintain a hatred over events long past, but he doesn't voice this publicly.
"FOR DEPROELIOR!"