Here goes nothing....
Name: Foron Mezor
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Description of self, including resumé, bio, appearance:
At a young age he was a simple farmchild. He grew older, becoming stronger, as he and his brother had to help moving the plough in the field when his family's only horse was sick. His lazy older brother eventually stopped helping him shortly after their horse died. He became stronger from this. Eventually he left the farm, and became a mercenary, making himself physically and mentally stronger as he went along. He realized that his strength could be seen as a 'gimmick' so he focused on that, but still realizing the importance of wits. He never bothered with trying to lead groups, but always was sure not to anger his clients, learning how to avoid making them angry, gaining him little enemies over time.
He went home after a few years to find that his father and brother took the money he was sending home and spent it almost completely on alcohol. Leaving his older sister to die of illness, which may have caused more drinking as well as his mother being terminally ill without any medical care. The farm was in disrepair and everything that could have been sold was. Including Foron as a slave. He didn't like that, as he broke the legs of his father and drove a broken bottle into his chest. His brother was additionally using money from Foron to buy out local farmgirls as personal 'objects.' Foron liked this as much as his father selling him as a slave. His brother was knocked out and tied to a plough, tying one leg up so it couldn't be used. Putting a knife to cut himself out of his bindings at a distance of ten yards. He couldn't pull himself free and was trapped for several days until the villagers found him, dead of dehydration.
He continued to travel along the country, killing what he could, not caring if "good" or not as a mercenary, usually using a large sickle or scythe because of using them when he was Younger. Progressively becoming more heartless until today, when he heard of this job. He figured this was one of the few jobs he had left after some of the things he did. Not caring whether someone was "good" or not, figuring they're just people in his eyes.
Appearance-
Large frame, standing at 5'11" He has short messy black hair. His eyes are brown, but usually his facial features are covered by some sort of helmet, along with his pale-skinned body. Preferring dark armor colors, as they are easier to come by and less likely to be seen in the night-time. Additionally to a psychological advantage.
Physical and mental- (points)
Strength: 5
Intelligence: 1
Agility:0
Charisma: 2
Magic: -1
Legion: -1
Skills- (points/whatever)
Scythes- 3 (if GM allows this to be a type, I just want to simply allow him to use scythes. If not, Put the three points into two-hand swords.)
Torture- 1 (remember his brother and father? Quite fitting ends.)
Public relations- 2 (not making enemies really helps.)
Resume-
I assume you're getting a lot of these resume's so I'll make this short. I can guess that most applicants will be using magic and other things of the like, and you need at least one brute on your side. I can understand situations fairly well, and know when to back out of a situation. I do not hesitate to follow orders, work as a mercenary for a few years tends to do that. I am short and to the point, getting things done with what I can. I hope you make a good decision.
(Need at least one tank, right?)
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