Description

Name: Ammon Rhys
Nickname: Don't even try.
Age: 25
Hair: Ammon's dirty-blonde hair sweeps across his forehead in a carefree manner that suggests he only occasionally runs his fingers through it to keep it from tangling.
Eyes: Dark, stormy grey. There is no love in those eyes, only the mocking twinkle of a man who does not value human life.
Skin tone: Pale, hinting at his Quartheen origins.
Height: 6'1"
Build: Due to his years of training and the gift of genetics, Ammon is fairly well muscled. It’s obvious that he spends time keeping in shape. He has a solid build with strong, wide shoulders.
Other aspects of your general appearance: Ammon always has a very hard-hearted and haughty expression upon his handsome face, which often makes observers believe him a very unapproachable or bothersome individual to deal with. Ammon's gait also reflects similar signs of arrogance, but his movements and mannerisms are a combination of recklessness and grace. As is his voice which is generally both strong and brisk, that one would assume that he is challenging or mocking them, but when with women (or men he is attracted to) his voice slightly elevates and sounds a little gentler.

Personality

Likes: Women, men, poisons, sharp weapons, killing his wives, spiced curry
Dislikes: Being married and tied to a woman for too long, when things take too long to be done, being called anything other than his current name, rats
Fears: Being taken back by the Faceless Men.
Skills/Talents: Ability to kill people silently and without leaving a trace - it all looks like a terrible accident. Efficiency with an assortment of weapons - though he prefers to wield twin sickles, or a single light-weight sword. He is also a sound tactician and a good negotiator.
Weaknesses: Refusal to admit a wrong; his pride. Ammon cannot handle not being right. He is stubborn to a fault, and will often, even in the face of irrefutable proof, refuse to change his mind. Once he has set his mind to something, he's going to do it. Though he is strong, he does not have the best of abilities to wield hefty weapons - he finds them too bulky and bothersome and that they slow him down.
General Personality: Ammon is above all else a selfish man. His first concern is for his own pleasure and everything else come second to that. Instant gratification is a part of his personality. He is extremely impatient, with the attitude of 'when I ask for something, I want it yesterday'. His rabble-rousing nature comes out especially clearly when he has been drinking, letting all his inhibitions go and saying whatever he damn well pleases, even if it might get him punched.

Once he has made up his mind about something, he is going to do it, not matter what anyone else advises. He is unwilling to ever admit he is wrong, convinced that any course of action he chose was the correct one, and if it failed it was because of other people's shortcomings, not his own. Though, albeit all that, he is very good at giving sound advice.

Equipment

- Twin Sickles

- Sword

- Leather Armor

History

Hailing originally from Qarth, Ammon has spent a great deal of his life in Braavos. He seldom reveals much of his past to anyone and his reasons for this are sound ones. Back before he had joined the ranks of the Brave Companions, Ammon had once been a member of the Faceless Men. But, after many years he came to realize that a life without a clear-cut identity was not for him. Changing his face and name for the last time, he left their ranks, taking with him secrets of their Order and venturing forth to seek his fortune. The only man alive who knows of what Ammon used to be is Jans Siran, the leader of the Brave Companions - that tidbit about his past was Ammon's ticket in. He has since that day become a trusted 'second-in-command' of sorts among the Brave Companions - an adviser, if one wanted to be specific.

Ammon has been married and widowed eight times. None of his wives lasted more than two to three months, at most. He gave them each a satchel full of gold and told them not to spend a single coin and never gave them any money to spend on household supplies or necessities; sooner or later the wives figured that he would not notice it if they bought a few things. And so they spent a coin here, a coin there...and on their one month anniversary he counted the coins in the pouch. He did so every subsequent month until he noticed one of the coins was missing. It was then that he would butcher the wife who had transgressed him.