Name: Henry Rougemont
Class: Fighter Trainee -> Fighter -> Warrior
Character Specific Skill: Renewal
Affinity:
Personal Fault: PTSD: When fighting Bandits and their promotions, -10 Hit/Evade
Personal Skill: Combat Medic: When using healing items, +5 HP restored
*Personal Skill: TBD
**Personal Skill: TBD
Preferred stats: STR, HP
Weapon profs: Axe (E)
Progression spent: 330/330%
HP: 20 (70%)
STR: 6 (60%)
MAG: 0 (0%)
SKL: 2+1 (60%)
LCK: 1 (10%)
DEF: 3 (50%)
RES: 0 (10%)
SPD: 2+1 (70%)
CON: 6+2 (-)
AID: 5+2 (-)
MOV: 4 (-)
Level: 1 (0/100)
Total Level: 1
Current Stats
HP: 20 (70%)
STR: 6 (60%)
MAG: 0 (0%)
SKL: 3 (60%)
LCK: 1 (10%)
DEF: 3 (50%)
RES: 0 (10%)
SPD: 3 (70%)
CON: 8 (-)
AID: 7 (-)
MOV: 4 (-)
Inventory | | | | | | | | |
Name | Type | ( ) | RNG | MT | WT | CR | HIT | Quality |
Iron Axe | Hack | E | 1 | 8 | 10 | 0 | 75 | 45/45 |
Vulnerary | | | | | | | | 3/3 |
Bio: A boy as young as Henry shouldn't be as experienced a fighter as he is. Originally the son of an apothecary in Norcliffe, his small town - more of a village that cropped up around a wayfarer's resting point - was less than a day's travel from Becker Pass on the border of Lorgen; when the pass was taken by a large gang of bandits, his home was engulfed in war by that night. Grabbing a fallen militiaman's helmet (for protection; it was all he had time to take), some herbs from his father's shop, and the hatchet his father used for gathering plants, Henry fought his way through the carnage with the only remaining survivors - his heavily wounded older brother Girard and his scared little brother Eric, carrying the older one on his back as he went. He fought his way out of Norcliffe, getting himself and his siblings as far as he could each night and finding a place to hide during the day - just in case.
Eventually the trio of siblings fell in with a mercenary troop called the Defense Force, where he was basically given a suit of armor and told to get back out there since he was a competent healer and had experience fighting. He didn't like the fact that the Defense Force left villages to save themselves unless they paid - in his opinion - exorbitant fees, and as soon as he made enough money to set up Girard and Eric, he quit and instead took up with the Shields of Caermo - they did good, honest work, and it was a good way to make sure no one had to go through what he had.
As for who he is, no one really seems to know. He hasn't been seen with his helmet off since he's gotten it, so his age and face can only be guessed at though he does sound to be in his mid-to-late teens - which makes sense, as Norcliffe fell four years ago. He's about 6' tall and a bit gangly and thin, though he's actually fairly strong and swift from fighting. He's not exactly a loner, but he tends to stick by himself when given leave, reading or writing letters to his brothers. It is known that he sends most of his pay back to them to pay for their lodging and upkeep, since the Shields take care of most of his needs. He's friendly enough when approached, though often seems lost in thought when immediate action is not required.