The Castle of the Whiterose ~

[Hawk Whiterose]

"And a glorious battle it was! The gods were broken, the land was scarred with flames, and swallowed by the sea. Then it was quiet. - tale of the Last Whiterose

[Hawk Whiterose]

A Lion's Share On the day of destruction ... My Father's Keeper He was scum, but he was my father ... The Heirloom I never got even a piece of bronze-rimmed Mizas before ...

[Hawk Whiterose]

"We are Whiterose, don't you ever forget that! Sons of Titans, Lord of Mortals ... Now fetch me another pitcher of ale, you little bastard!" -- Reynauld Whiterose An Unlikely Knight Lyon 'Hawk' Whiterose stood at an impressive two meters with an athletic, lean physique alluding to his battered childhood and trials as an adolescent. He had bony cheeks, slender arms, and a large gash along his left hip from his first and only failed raid. He learned quickly that one's foes were not meant to be reasoned with -- they were better off on the sharp end of one's ax, lest they claim your flesh with their own steel. His hair, the color of an autumn sun, was always cut short just above his shoulders. But it was his gray eyes that drew narrowed glances and uncomfortable breaks in daily exchanges. Like storm clouds before a tempest, Hawk's eyes remain the only proof of his bloodline, an eternal mark to be carried like milestones until his last breath.

[Hawk Whiterose]

Equipped: Head: Iron Helm (25 gm) Body: White Lion Pelt Cloak (Heirloom), Banded Mail Armor (250 gm), Long-sleeved tunic, heavy trousers Right Hand: Pole Axe (8 gm), (Teethed Gauntlets (10 gm)- both hands) Left Hand: Silver Ring (5 gm) w/ Insignia ~ Whiterose Feet: Bladed Boots (20 gm) Backpack: -Toiletries (razor, soap, brush) - Rations for one week - Waterskin - Small Knife - Portable Shelter (25 gm) Housing: Traveler. (+500 gm to start) Currency: 257 gold-rimmed mizas Skills: Weapons: Pole Ax (30 points) - starting Wilderness Survival (20 points) - starting Lore: Lore of Weapon Maintenance (starting) Lore of Mercenary Guilds (starting)