Ulik Van' Crow

a rough and dirty looking Vagabond but strangly doesnt stink.

Description

Ulik Van'Crow, stands about six foot even with short chestnut hair that seems rather oily. He is unshaved with about a week of growth on his face. His eyes are a hard set blue that appear weary and old under all the dirt, and his nose is about average. His age could be mistaken for around late 30s to mid 40s. His cloths are common, a leather jacket that has seen better days, a mostly clean shirt underneith. His pants are worn from athousand hand washings and holding on by a thread. The shin high boots benieth, bound in leather are dust crusted and simply tired. His hands are gloved with the straps fluttering about, and a beaten satchle over his right shoulder. over the left, though, is a bastard sword. To long to be a simple long sword but apearing too dirty to be anything special.

Personality

Ulik is kinda dreary, modest and down to earth. Kind and helpful but very fearsome with his beleifs and protecting what is his, (which is very little), but after awhile you might find that he has a good sence of humor.

Equipment

a single leather bound jounal - leaf wrapped foul(cooked)
a half vile of ink/ quill
oil and whet stone
bed roll/blanket
flint/steel
an old rusted skeleton key>around neck
a plain silver ring>left ring finger
change of cloths/shirt/pants/jacket/and winter gear
lanter/1 pint of oil.
needle/ thread
fish hook/3o' of line
tarnished silver hilted bastard sword - hunting dagger
Leather bracers
a bundle of letters(12)

History

Ulik had once, some time ago, been a great kingsmen. A knight of the Kings Order and closest to his Cousin the Prince. He had been born to the kings brother and thus nobility, but insted of taking up the aristocrasy and battling in the ballrooms with the rich and fair, he took up the sword and battled for the people and the land and the prince. By his early teens he was an acomplished swordsman, cunning and uncanny, was taken as a squire and knighted before his 20s. He had know fame and prestige and wealth until on day a neighboring nation attacked. War had brewed for decades and had spilled over into Ulik's harmonious land. He and the prince had road into battle side by side, fighting and saving each others lives man times over. 3 Years into the war on a wonderous day of victory, they had released captives of other conquered lands, and among then Ulik had found a love. Arywin, was her name. Their love was fast and powerful and all consuming to the point that Ulik threatened to lay down his blade for her. But the jealous Prince would not have his blade, but deeply wanted his bride to be. Scheiming words fell onto the ears of one of Ulik's friends, a small rough with a good ear that he had employed to drop eaves on the prince, and returned to Ulik with new that he was to cast out for treason and his bride stolen.
Haveing such new, Ulik struck out to find his dearest Arywin, to steal her away himself and flee before this could be carried out. it was only after she had declare her undying true love for him and placed a ring on his finger that the guards burst in and seised Ulik. He faught, felling his own men with his bare hands and roaring a defiant promise to his love that he would return to her and thus falling into the princes trap. He had become the traitor making the prince's claim true with out doubt and he was sentenced to 30 lashes by cat of ninetails, and banishment for all time. The little rogue friend was killed before his eyes.
Ulik crawled under his home's portculus, back bleeding, and heart broken. He was Ulik , Knight of the Kings order, Guardian of the Prince, no more.

So begins...

Ulik Van' Crow's Story

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