Name: Narrid Firthrand
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Sexuality: Straight-ish
Appearance (fantasy art, anime is okay but not preferred): Standing six feet in height and with an athletic build that’s more for speed than strength, he has dark hair and eyes to match. He usually has a small smirk like he’s enjoying a joke that only he knows about.
Personality: Narrid is brash, impulsive, and isn’t afraid to stand up for what he believes but he also knows when he’s on the losing side. Being a mercenary he tends to follow the people with the most coin and feels little shame when it comes to his many vices which include but are not limited to: gambling, drinking, and whoring. Most people think he’s simple-minded and easy to read but he’s more intelligent than he lets on and can surprise you when you least expect it.
Magic Ability: none
History: Born to a low ranking noble family on the outskirts of the Lirian borders he was raised in the lap of luxury or, as he likes to call it, an eternity of boredom. He was raised as any young nobleman with endless lessons on the subjects of arithmetic, etiquette, and swordplay. He abhorred the daily “torture” sessions but he always looked forward to training with Master Baldrid.
He was easily a man of fifty or more years with a flowing grey beard and hair that still had black flecks of its former color showing. He walked with a cane because of an old injury but Narrid was more familiar with how hard and precisely the old master could strike with the simple wooden weapon.
Narrid stopped most of his lessons when he came of age but kept on sparring with Baldrid into his late teens. The only time he came close to striking the old man was the day the attacks came. The Imperial Army ripped through his neighborhood and looted his home. Narrid’s parents died in the initial attack but Narrid picked up his father’s old blade and, with Baldrid at his side, he made a stand in the central hallway protecting his parent’s bodies.
Baldrid and Narrid held the troops so long that a general had to step in and keep things on schedule.
“Well if it isn’t Baldrid the Bastard.” The general turned to Narrid. “The Empire has been looking for this bandit for nearly two decades. And here you are the babysitter for the lowest noble brat in an insignificant kingdom.”
Narrid started forward but received a familiar sharp hit to the head from Baldrid’s cane.
“Let the whelp fight. From what he’s done to my troops he could last a few seconds before I gut him.” Narrid bit his tongue to keep from answering back.
Baldrid lifted his sword and addressed the general, “If I win you let us leave and you can go on your way.”
“Ha. And if I win.”
“Let the boy live.” The general considered it for a full minute before he drew his weapon. The fight was fast and brutal. The screech of metal on metal sounded like a singular note and for the longest time Baldrid had the upper hand. The old man just didn’t have the stamina anymore and began to tire until his bad leg finally collapsed. The general kicked his sword away and reveled in his victory.
“Worthy of … every story.” He said while catching his breath. “But I win.” He stabbed Baldrid through the chest and got in close. “The boy will live but he will serve the empire.”
Side of the war: New recruit (Revolution)
Additional Details
-Prefers using a sword and buckler in combat but has limited ability with a bow.
-While he has worked for the Empire he has no allegiances to them.
-He has an unnatural luck when it comes to games of chance, this could be a latent magical ability or dumb luck but has no effect on battle.
-Although he drinks heavily he is still a light weight.