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Name: Argos Nevalantti Race: Human Gender: Male Age: Mid to Elder 30's Profession: Mercinary (previously enlisted in a/the/whatever army) Favored Weapon: Polearms History Highlights: Argos grew up with battle. When he was a boy, it was all he knew living on the streets. Not that he had too. His father was a wealthy merchant, and provided well for the two of them (his mother 'supposedly' died during his birth). Sadly, like all business men of the time, his father was often away, and Argos had only the rare opportunity to see him. So, he decided that he preferred the fresh air of the outside to the stuffy, cramped living space in doors. There was a slight problem though, many of the local boys didn't hold favor with him. And he succeeded many times in making more foes then freinds for himself. This put him at a disadvantage, as many of the older boys taveled in gangs while Argos travelled alone. Even as a boy, Argos knew the value of a well faught battle. And he knew how to take down boys many times his size. It was like this then, that he became accustomed to polearms. They had excelent reach and kept him out of the way of the other boys' blades. Time after time, he found that a good staff was a better choice then the sharpest sword. Another thing put Argos at a disadvantage however. Being a merchant, his father often moved around. So, as they passed from city to city, Argos frequently found himself in unfammiliar territory. Quite a bother, considering that many of the other boys knew their turf well, and often caught poor Argos in a bloody ambush. Thus, Argos decided to figure out ways of memorizing the layout of an area realativly quickly. It saved him the trouble of many a cut by reducing the number of ambushes he was caught in. Later, it began to save his life. When he was old enough (based on the laws of where he was living) Argos decided to join the army. He quickly found, though, that he rather detested being a rank and file soldier. And when opportunity arose he opted to become a scout. For close to a decade, Argos served in the army. Dealing death to many a foe. He discovered that the things he learned as a boy helped him greatly in combat. Polearms were still highly effective, and while the heavier weapons like haleberds were slow to weild, they offered considerable punch in return, often cleaving groups of enemies in two with a single sweep. Eventually, Argos was forced to retire. A sad tale though, as combat was the only thing he had ever known. After being removed from enlisted duty, Argos set out as a mercinary, continuing(sp?) to fight where he was needed. In the end, he discovered happiness in a small vale town, and started a life. Now, while he still works as a mercinary and law enforcer, he is a hero within his small community. Discription: Argos is a burly fellow, rather big and he holds a very commanding presence. While he is generaly fearsome looking, he is kind hearted and slow tempered. One thing that does anger him quickly, however, is when someone else is being excessivly rude or obnoxious. Especially to women and children. The people of his community see him as a great protector and Warhero. He has peircing green eyes and white-flecked brown hair which covers his head like a thick mop. His facial expression is often flat and emotionless, but he often smiles. He loves good drink and good company. Starting Equipment: Preferably some type of polearm. Perhaps some armor. But I leave it to the DM to decide. This is a 'test' after all. |