Iskandar
Existing.
Name: Arslan the Mercenary Extraordinaire
Age: 46
Race: Kildran
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Arlsan is a very… unique figure. He’s extremely kind and merciful; he has a strong sense of honor, loyalty and justice. He values Morals and Ideals more than anything else. Being the older gentleman that he is, he is considered to be somewhat wise and respected by both his peers and those that are younger than him. As previously stated, Arslan is an extremely kind man, and is willing to do anything to help his allies and will always be by their side. He is extremely calm and isn’t easy to intimidate, making thugs and other annoyed at this trait of his. There is another side of Arslan though; he is a grade A comedian. He mostly makes witty comebacks or sarcastic comments about other people. He can be a bit of a flirt when it comes to that sort of stuff.
Description:
Arslan is a bit taller than most other Kildrans, and has a darker skin tone than most, mostly due to his traveling the nations and what not. He has an athletic build to him, his arms and legs being particularly muscular. He has extremely dark brown eyes, and his hair is a darkish gray color and is short. One of his eyes is missing, causing him to typically wear an eye patch. He has a lengthy and deep scar that runs over his good eye, luckily he can still see out of it. He has no facial hair, and tries to keep it that way. He also has multiple scars across his body, some you can see and some you cannot see.
Weapon of Choice: Steel Longsword. He has other weapons of course, but he prefers a good sword fight.
Background: Arslan was born into a decently prominent Noble House in Kildra, in the capital of Kein. He was the middle child, and had no chance of becoming the Lord of his House. At a young age though, Arlsan knew the life of a Noble just wasn’t one for him, and decided that when he was old enough he would leave his family. Of course being a Noble he was educated in Arithmetic, reading, writing, philosophy and much more. His favorite thing to learn was Swordsmanship, it was always his favorite part of the day.
At the tender age of 15, Arslan would run away from his home, and the Capital all together. He ventured south, out of the country and into the harsh lands of Indoria. Of course he wasn’t welcomed, at all, in fact he was discriminated and treated poorly, the Indorians had good reason though, with him being Kildran and all. Luckily he would join a Mercenary company and learn to hone his trade as a swordsmen. Sadly, he witnessed atrocities that no child should. The Company he joined wasn’t the best. They were thugs really, and did as they pleased. After witnessing the leader of the Company rape the daughter of Nobleman while in Kildra, he decided to leave the company. He was at the age of 17 when this happened.
Arslan stayed in Indoria for another year or so, continuing to be a sellsword, but working by himself. He’d normally take safer missions, as he would have no one to watch his back, but occasionally he took a risky one. After a while in Indoria, he got bored of the deserts and hot air and moved on towards Libertia. There is where he really began to make a name for himself as a capable Mercenary. He took on the most difficult jobs and was willing to do jobs for the common man or peasant. He had a code though, and that code was to only take jobs that he found morally right. He became well known for hunting Criminals and bandits.
Arslan continued his ways of a Mercenary, traveling to Roadalia and even T’Odis to do jobs. Ten years had passed and he was now 28 years old. He’d become quite the person in the Underworld. Someone who could be loyal and trusted to do a job, but cross him and he would kill you without a second guessing himself. He was still young too, but had a wealth of experience from his lengthy time being a Mercenary. He had became an expert Trapper and tracker as well as a Master Swordsman. He was also adept with a bow, having a half decent shot.
Soon enough though, being a Mercenary got a bit mundane for him; sure he would occasionally have a job worth telling, but most were the same. Save the princess, get a reward. Kill the bandits, get a reward. So on and so on. Arlsan decided to continue being a Mercenary, but would also take jobs on killing beasts and dangerous animals. It was a new challenge for him and allowed him to grow as a fighter. While hunting a Tral-El he lost his eye in the fight, thus causing him to wear his eye-patch. He killed the bastard though and decided to keep one of its’ eyes as a trophy.
The Next decade would be rather boring; he’d continue his craft as a Mercenary and he continued to garner more and more reputation as a skilled fighter. On a few rare occasions he would help out high ranking government officials with things, nothing that note worthy though. When the War of Royalty began in his homeland, he was disgusted by it. He wasn’t fond of either side, but he hated seeing his family choose the side of Prince Unger II. Granted the Queen wasn’t much better, but she looked out for the common man, and seemed okay. He declined to join in on the War when Queen Suzane began to hire mercenaries to fight for her.
For the next eight years, word of Arlsan had died out, many suspected he died trying to hunt down some Tral-el in Libertia. Others began to think he moved to T’Odis and died there. No one had seen him in eight years, since the beginning of the War of Royalty. After it ended, he still didn’t come out of hiding and thus causing many to believe he died.
A tall and muscular man, with gray hair and a missing eye claims to be Arslan, who many still regard as a Master Swordsman and the best lone mercenary. Though why he went into and came out of hiding, is still a mystery.
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