Name: Mikalash Lorence II, of Casivi
Age: Thirty-One
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Credit goes to:
Grafit-Art) Makalash is a handsome enough man, with short dark hair and thoughtful brown eyes. He stands at a flat six feet tall, and weighs in at just under Two-hundred pounds. The man seems to have a number of lines on his face, especially on his forehead and around his eyes, probably from a few too many years of stress. He also has a few scars on his face, although they are a fairly common sort, considering his lines of work in the past.
Clothing: Mikalash has a strange fashion about him; a mix of form and finery that doesn't quite mesh together perfectly. In combat, he wears a well-made and well-tailored chain hauberk under a tattered and messy coat of arms with his family's once-honoured crest. He also possesses a set of battered and scratched, yet otherwise fine, set of steel half-plate. Outside of the battlefield, he seems to favour simple leathers and comfortable cloth; all of a decent quality.
Weapons: Mikalash mostly makes use of a hand-and-a-half sword, and a shield; having trained to proficiency with the weapon from a young age. While he says he's trained to use most conventional weapons, he rarely carries much more than a couple of daggers as sidearms. The sword is a hefty piece of metal; strong enough and hefty enough to break a man's arm if he blocks it wrong. He seems to eschew bows for some reason.
Belongings: Mikalash has brought a scarce amount of belongings with him to Edeur. He's mostly taken note to bring the necessities of war, as well as a small pouch of gold and a backpack full of other personal goods: Dried meats; alcohol; a number of rolls of blank parchment; a quill with ink; and a pipe, with enough tabaco to keep two men pacified for a while.
Personality: Mikalash is a likable man with a certain focus on being honest, yet well-humoured. It would be easy for the man to be a miserable coot, but instead he prefers to focus on a sort of pragmatic optimism. He might want to see the best in people, and sometimes he might ignore someone's misdeeds in favour of that better image, but he's more-than-aware that people are capable of proving him wrong, and disappointing him. Truth be told, Mikalash doesn't really ask much of a person to consider them friend. All he demands is a decent sense of honour, and a decent sense of fair play. He hates the vultures of the land, who would pick at the weak and the downtrodden, and he hates the cruel, who would abuse those below them for sport, or for profit.
History: Mikalash's family were knighted two generations ago, when his most famous progenitor, Mikalash Lorence I, was knighted by the then-king for his heroics during an attack on the city of Casivi by bandits. The Lorence family then rested on its military-laurels for a generation, as Mikalash's father worked as a merchant and a land owner in order to earn the family great wealth.
Mikalash, unlike his father, wished to follow in his late-grandfather's footsteps. From a young age, he was interested in the military arts, whereas his brother was more interested in the mercantile arts. His father set about calling in favours to have his son squired off to noteworthy knights of the realm, as few and far between as they were. Makalash's eagerness was not curtailed easily however, and he soon found himself matching his supposed betters, even beating them from time-to-time.
At the age of Fifteen, Mikalash was offered a position in the military of Casivi. His family name ensured he was given a position of status, and a few soldiers to command and lead. His duties mostly revolved around the keeping of the city, and the surrounding farmlands. Unlike most of noble birth, Mikalash took a very active role in the day-to-day work of his post. He put his feet on the ground, and he helped to train his men when required. In this role, he was comfortable.
For a great many years, Mikalash continued to serve with duty, honour, and distinction. He was almost universally liked due to his fair and just outlook, as well as his general generosity. This was especially true amongst the peasantry, who saw him as a guardian who would just as likely finish the day in a tavern with them, than by retreating to his family estate, which he became the full owner of at the age of twenty-seven, when his father passed away.
Things remained in a comfortable stasis for Mikalash until the ascension of the young king Oswald. Mikalash and his brother, Mercutio, were hit hard by the withdrawal of so many aristocrats from the city. Mercutio advocated the idea of joining the mass-exodus, but Mikalash had refused to relent to his brother's musings, seeing them as unpatriotic. He would come to realise his mistake only when his brother's name was on the list of two-hundred to be executed. Mikalash was outraged by the injustice of it all, and found himself hungering for blood. He foreswore his vow to the monarchy of King Oswald, and left to meet the reformists at Edeur, fully aware that it was almost certainly revolution that would follow.
Strengths:
Well-Trained and Well-Armed: Mikalash's training in the martial is well documented and extensive. Trained in most of the more 'noble' arms, Mikalash has a talent for swordplay that exceeds the common man by leaps and bounds.
Tactical Mind: Mikalash's weapons extend beyond the sword and the cudgel. As a noble and a life-long military man, Mikalash has a fairly deep understanding of military theory and tactics. While he'd never jump at the idea of playing the tactician, he wouldn't be incapable of it.
Leader of Men: Mikalash exudes a natural charisma that comes from well-founded self-confidence. Mikalash knows how to inspire the most out of any who follow him, and his word is more readily heeded by his peers because of this charisma.
Ex-Noble of Casivi: While he no longer holds the benefits of any official nobility, Mikalash is known to be of a once-noble line. He has access to certain resources and riches, hidden away in properties and cubbies outside of his family's original, and most-likely ceased, estate. While he can't access these resources at the click of a finger, given a week or so, you'd be surprised at what he might be able to rummage up.
Weaknesses:
Inflexible: Mikalash is not willing to compromise on a number of factors, thanks to his iron will and steadfast set of morals. If someone tries to force him to commit an act too heinous, or a deed too dark, then it would meet with a firm 'no.' If the Reformists should prove to be monsters even worse than the king they seek to depose, Mikalash might be force to leave their side and seek allies elsewhere.
Conspicuous and Well Known: A number the Casivi royalists will be able to recognise Mikalash and his crest very quickly if he is spotted on the battlefield, or off of it. This makes any mission dependent on stealth or subterfuge a difficult one for Mikalash, as he might be recognised at the most inopportune of times.
Aging: While he would never openly admit it, Mikalash is starting to feel the earliest signs of aging creep up on him. While nothing cripples him, or makes him completely redundant; he starts to feel the impending doom of exhaustion creep into his limbs much quicker than his Youngers. A long march, or an extended battle, might drive Mikalash past his peak, and into dangerous declines.
Short-Sighted: A long-kept secret, Mikalash actually suffers from a very literal short-sightedness, or myopia. While this rarely affects him in a day-to-day sense, Mikalash is unable to perform scouting duties because of this, and he is all but useless with a bow.