Robert Cithon Basic Information Race: Human Birthday & Age : 486 AV, 60th of Winter Gender: Male Height: 6'1" Weight: 240lbs Physical Description :
Robert is an average sized Human. If he was walking threw a crowd it would be hard to distinguish him from any other average Joe. He has a slight muscular build to him. Enough to have a good force behind his thrusting and slashing blows. But not nearly enough to be encumbersome while he is in the midst of a bloody battle. Robert’s hair varies from time to time. When you meet him it might be cut short and neatly trimmed. But then you run into him a few months later and it has grown to a mess and grows untamed and wild atop his noggin. It all depends on where he is going, and when he has time to trim it up. Same goes for his facial hair. For a man in his 30’s he shows no signs of ill aging. Only scar upon scar from a lifetime of living by the sword.
Character Concept :
Robert has an attitude that varies wildly depending on the situation he is in. For instance, if he is lounging around a campfire on the even of a great battle he will be loud and talkative amongst his fellows. The all know many of them will never get the chance to laugh again, so live it up while you can. But if he is inquiring about a possible job to a person holding a high position he will be calm, collected, stern and serious. Which is exactly what most people desire in that situation.
But on an average everyday basis Robert is very to the point and blunt. If he is talking and you interrupt him and do not apologize, you are more than likely to end up dazed on the floor with a boot in your throat. Robert has never been a judgemental person, he knows the dangers of making assumptions. Expect the unexpected and you will never be surprised is one o his personal favourite mottos for life. On horseback or during battle is the times when Robert feels more at ease with himself. He is calm, focused and completely relaxed. Battle has always been an escape for him. The real world is so full of twists and betrayal, it’s humorous sometimes in his opinion. But during a battle everything is made clear. Your friend is beside you, you protect him and he will repay the debt eventually. And your enemy is clear, that’s how he likes things. Clear and simply. Robert had always had an aura of authority. He never understood why but when he asked for things to be done. It was usually the only time he had to mention it. Robert didn’t know if people shied away from him because of his scars or the weapons he always had on him. Or if it was just a thing that came natural to him. It may have been his eyes, cold and distant. They have seen and watched his own hands perform unspeakable acts. Either way he had grown accustomed to it, and stopped pondering over the causes a long time ago. Character History :
Robert was born on the road travelling. He has no idea where, so he has no original birthplace. His father was a sell sword, and ever sine he was able to walk he was learning the ways of a soldier. He grew up watching how adult soldiers behaved. He was never teated harshly, it was like he had a hundred different uncles. All over protective and watchful.
With his up bringing, it is no surprise he became a sell sword also. Like father like son right? His first campaign was a small skirmish with some rowdy Myrian. He learned quickly that day, battle is completely different then a training field. The wounds are deep and every scar is a lesson learned. He watched friends and family die for years. Robert soon became numb to the feelings of loss and sympathy. He knew his only purpose in life was to take others lives away. At 22 he left his company of mercenaries. Robert was tired of how it was managed after his own father died few years prior. He lived off the land, stole when he had to and killed when he couldn’t and killed when it couldn’t be avoided. Robert spent years as a merchant escort guard, they saw the most action around. But that lost it’s flare after several years. Now he is out on the hunt again. Job to job, miza to miza, anything to outlive his next opponent. His new goal in life, to recruit members and begin his own company of sell swords, guardsmen and personal escorts. For now he was alone. |