Fantasy To Glory: The Ranks

[Axel The Englishman]

TO GLORY:
THE RANKS

Character Info

Name:

Title:

Role:

Sex:

Appearance:

Age:

Height:

Weight:

Biography:

Personal Items:

Sample Content

A minor detailed scripture involving your character should be placed here.

​

 

[Axel The Englishman]

• Character Information
• Sample Content

• Name:
  Edward Honorestleo The Fifth
  
  Title:
  Edward Of Band Honorestleo
  
  Role:
  Fusil
  
  Sex:
  Male
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  
  
  Age:
  27
  
  Height:
  74 Inches
  
  Weight:
  181 Pounds
  
  Biography:
  A young lad of clear noble birth - determining by his cultured vocals - hailing from the more wealthy southern region of Terriger. An odd sight to find within the lowly Filed of the Fusil infantry, for someone of his birth should clearly hold a Magister's position within the Ranks.
  
  Rumours have tainted the name of Edward, for he has been accused of partaking in acts of debauchery. One would assume enlisting with the more common folk of the Ranks could draw attention away from his infamous birth name.
  
  Personal Items:
  None - Potentially to find himself more relatable to those of the common class.
• Undeclared to those who approached, the lad of the name of Edward approached a lowly recruiter. Many had dropped their draws once they had caught sight of the noble. It was unclear why he had approached the simple commoner. It was only a few words after, that the room was filled with gasps. For these words were uttered by none other of his kind.
  
  "I wish to enlist.".

 

[Knight-Errant]

"You new eh? Sent from back home? Well listen up boy if you want to live, our benevolent Lords don't give a fuck about you, your family farm or your damn dog but lucky for miserable little you I'm here to make something out of you wretched wasted armor and if you follow my lead you might just have enough pieces left after all of this that your dear old mother might have a chance to recognize you."​

Name: Alistair LaChant
Title: Alistair the Black

Role: Fusil
Sex: Male
Age: 30
Height: 5'8
Weight: 170
Biography: The son of a whore, Alistair grew up fending for himself fighting tooth and nail for any trace amount of food in his war torn homeland. Malnourished and desperate for the bond of family, Alistair did what many other children in the same situation did, he joined a gang of bandits whom made their living extorting money from the local population and passing caravans eventually meriting enough attention to find himself imprisoned. Broken, deprived of freedom and without any other option, Alistair took the only chance he had to escape the gallows. He enlisted, finding himself on the frontline of a penal battalion. Disposable men equipped with the only the cheapest of equipment, Alistair stood witness has the screams of war engulfed him and from the fires a changed man emerged. Alistair the Black, a ruthless and cunning soldier determined to live long enough to earn his freedom but for a man so marred by war does the war ever end..
Personal Items: A letter marking his contract for release carefully wrapped in multiple layers of thick waxed leather to protect from the elements.​

 

[Axel The Englishman]

Name:
Aaron Divisalvatoris

Title:
Aaron The Executioner

Role:
Bombardier

Sex:
Male

Appearance:

Age:
36

Height:
80 Inches

Weight:
207 Pounds

Biography:
One does not simply earn the title of Executioner through inactivity, y'know. One, of course, that was constantly in demand with all these traitors roaming about. Either captured, or loose. If didn't matter. Only justice was of importance here.

Aaron; a certified Executioner known for his preference of the sword to behead those that have dared break the law of the land. He is not one to take shot, nor give shit. But what he will give is the end of his sword.

Personal Items:
Ordo Et Pax - the personal Arming Sword of the Executioner. Much blood has stained its surface. One could swear that the weapon is a vampire in nature.

Sample Content:
The Executioner raised his sword towards the clouds. The water free falling from above ricochet off of its metal tooth. Not even the power of nature could hinder this man's desire to bring order.

A quick swing to the ground. And a head soon rolled off into the distance. Aaron could swear it had drowned in the mud. If one were to approach where the severed head had fled to, they would only be greeted with a barely solid surface and nothing else.
​

 

[Axel The Englishman]

Knight-Errant - Acceptable.

Rod The Other Englishman - Also acceptable.

 

[capMARVELOUS]

"You fight for your wife, you say? Poor misguided fool. In my experience, there are no such things as wives or husbands. There are only prostitutes, and men too desperate to stop fucking them. And speaking of prostitutes, are there any experienced ones in this damn forsaken place?"
​

Name: Heinrich Volfang
Title: The Blank
Role: Canonnier
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 210 lbs
Biography: To tell the tale of Heinrich Volfang is to tell of a man hardened by circumstance. The eldest of fifteen sons and the product of a poor, unloving marriage, Volfang grew up with an incredibly jaded view of life and love. To physically and mentally escape his hellhole of a household, he turned to heavy drinking, screwing every prostitute he came across, and taking on hard labor-type jobs: a woodcutter, a mercenary, a blacksmith. Smithing was his favorite job; he could pound out his frustrations while creating something beautiful.
Life was like iron, Volfang eventually found, and emotions were the impurities that lay within in. With every sword and set of armor he forged, with every prostitute he violated, with every pint of rotgut he chugged, he pounded out his emotions until he was left a shell of a man. Unloving, uncaring toward the ways of life. The world had screwed him over. Now he was going to screw it back.
Personal Items: A silver medallion he forged himself, with the letters "CV" etched into it. Canis vitae. Life's a bitch.

 

[Axel The Englishman]

capMARVELOUS - Acceptable, acceptable.