Name: Raynor Martell
Age: 26
Great House: Martell
Personality: Willful and proud Raynor Martell is much one would want in a son. Handsome, clever, and a good fighter but he resents any authority over him whether it would be the king or his own family. He has no trouble stepping on both noble and small folk alike if they piss him off or annoy him though hes a decent actor and can use his courtesy's if it serves him and the other person isn't too annoying. Above all he respects personal cunning and strength of arms, rather then position or blood relations.
Appearance:
Occupation: Prince of Dorne
Skills (50 Points to be allotted to any skill, as long as they add up to 50.):
-Coercion: 5
-Archery: 10
-Tracking: 5
-Music: 5
-Spear: 25
Other: Believes a man should do as he likes and therefore has an appetite for both good food and beautiful woman
Special Weaponry: His special spear, that has a shaft of the strongest ironwood along with steel pathways twining up it in a circle in several places making it heavier but able to block even a broad sword strike with the shaft
Pets: Several vipers and other venomous animals he brings place to place to experiments with poisons
Allergies: None
Raynor looked disquietly over the field where his 3 opponents stood as he twirled his staff absent mindingly in his hands. Him and his guardsmen had been sparring for the better part of an hour and they were getting used to his pattern. He had asked his guardsmen to duel him 3 on one to get him prepared for battles where single combat was rare and while if the battles had gone like the previous matches, most of them anyway, they would be dead but in a training session like this they had grown used to his pattern and were getting harder to beat every time. He would need to change his strategy if he wanted to stand a chance in this next bout.
"Lets start." He said suddenly startling them from their rest as the picked up their weapons moving to one side of the courtyard, crouching behind their shields weary. All of them used sword and shields which made defending against them difficult though he already proved that a careless arm or leg could mean a heavy blow and a bruise in the morning. "Begin." he said and his guards nodded and started to slide around him moving to pincer him from all sides. Knowing that he would have no chance if he allowed them to do so and without warning sprung into motion. He didn't go for one of the sides of the slowly separating guards as expected but instead aimed for the center. He went for a long lunge with one arm to allow him maximum distance as to not get pincered by the other two but such an long blow wouldn't have a great chance of hitting surprise or not and he was soon proven correct as the guard deflected the spear up with his shield and brought him sword down in a diagonal cut. Raynor took a step back and brought his spear with him pulling back sharply with one arm blocking with the hilt of his spear. Seeing the other two starting to pincer him he spun on his and brought his staff around in an brutal arc into his sword arm, his raised blade making it impossible to bring his shield around to block. The man fell away swearing as he dropped his sword as Raynor turned in a savage stabbing motion at the man coming from the other side driving him back with pure ferocity. The man in the middle had already stepped forward and shield bashed him backwards to close for a stab. Raynor fell back feeling like his nose was broken and ended up on hands and knees as he swung out with his staff aiming for his legs. There was a crack as the block connected and he fell his stab falling awry as Raynor rolled to his feet. He got up to see the man from the left coming at him again, shield up with a determined look in his eyes. Raynor kicked out and he the bottom of his shield and drove it into his jaw. He fell backwards with barely a cry from his forced shut mouth and he leapt turning in the air towards the man on his ground trying to bring up his shield. With the new angle created by his jump he drove the staff into his back and knocking him forward as he cursed in pain. He pointed the staff at the last guy who managed to regain his sword but he drooped the blade and yielded knowing one on one he was no match for the young Martell prince. Raynor looked around, one man down for the count and wasent moving likely knocked out, the other curing have trouble getting up because of his back and looked at the last guy. "Lets take a break." He suggested, a suggestion the man eagerly accepted with a nod.