Gender: Male
Nickname(s): “What people call me behind my back is none of my concerns.”
Age: 44 Years.
Appearance: Brown hair and bushy goatee, Eric does his best to keep the rest of his face somewhat clean shaved, though occasionally he simple “doesn’t find the time”. His left eye is covered with a patch, and he proudly wears his hat with bright colored feathers. His skin has a soldier's tan, meaning his arms, lower legs, and his head is tanned almost bronze while the rest of his body is pale.
He wears a set of plain breastplate armor which protects his upper body, and arms, and beneath that is the royal guard uniform.
He wears a pait of worn down leather boots, and he is armed with a "bastard sword" (hand and a half sword) and a dagger. He protects himself with a battered shield, and he appears to know the story of every hack and slash it has.
Height: 178 cm (5.8 feet)
Weight: 87 kg (191.8 pounds)
Body build: Brawny (with ale belly)
Personality: Eric has been toughened by the life of a soldier, and the recent outbreak of zombies has done nothing but to make him even more stern. The survival of the princess is the most important. He has a small knack for adrenaline rush, though experience and tales has told him to be extremely cautious with his new foes. “Can’t stab ‘em to death anymore.”
Though he it not as grim as everyone would believe him to be. He is always ready for a card game and game of dice and he has a soft spot for cooking (though the meals are… questionable). A mug of ale usually does the trick to keep his mouth running of ‘good ol’times’.
Likes:
-Cooking
-Games (dice/cards)
-Singing
-Safety
-(Secretly) The Princess
Dislikes:
-Criminals / Cutthroats
-Lack of Discipline
-The Undead
(He’ll be sure to let everyone know when he doesn’t like something)
Hobbies:
Cooking is possibly Eric’s biggest hobby.
Phobia(s):
-Achluophobia (Fear of Darkness)
-Thalassophobia (Fear of the sea/ocean) (Eric can't swim)
Skills:
Eric is an experienced swordsmand and commander. He knows the laws well and he is skilled at drilling men to fight as soldiers.
Former Profession:
His entire life has been dedicated to becoming a soldier, despite the long period of peace and prosperity. He has experience as a cook and a fisher, “Someone had to feed the bastards!” though he’s not the greatest that has lived.
Personal History:
Eric has been serving the military since he was a boy. Not as a soldier, he started off helping out in the kitchen and making enough food for the hungry men and helped cleaning out the barracks. Eric would watch as the new soldiers would get drilled and become how to wielded weapons from pole-arms to swords and he would watch with amusement as peasants were beaten because of their stupidity. Bows and crossbows never held his interest for, "True men don't need more than three meters between each other" and that became a strict creed of Eric.
At the age of seventeen, Eric became a soldier and was send to the front lines. Unlike everyone around him, he knew which end to hold his spear, and he knew that those around him would flee at their first chance unless someone kept them in hold, and that marked the beginning of a promising career. He rose to the rank of sergeant faster than he had expected and soon he was changed to a swordsmen unit, and despite their armor, equipment and typical lack of men, Eric saw to it that they outflanked their opponents.
He developed an unquenchable thirst for glory, and that began to shows its tolls on the men accompanying him. Though they respected him as a leader, his inability to think of his whole unit's strengths and weaknesses began to cost him good mens' life and it wasn't till a lucky strike sliced through Eric's left eye that he realized his mistakes.
A few months after having lost his eye, the war ended, and that meant that Eric wouldn't rise higher than a sergeant. So he began to drill, everyone he could be permitted to, from the guards to the new recruits, and it didn't matter whom he drilled he always offered them the same deal at the start and at the end, "Best me in singular battle. Fari fighting and I'll cook you the greatest meal,". This was what started to catch the attention of the Royal Guard, and after some discreet observation of him and his training was he challenged by one of its members.
What Eric didn't know was that he was being observed by several members of the court when the he dueled with the guard. Time dragged, and the fighting started to change from a proper duel to a fight for survival. Kicking, pushing and punching started to become an accepted rule between the two combatants.
Eric made the one mistake which determined the result, and instead of creating space after a sudden attack he spun around and found the tip of the wooden blade in his stomach. Winded, bruised and bloody tired, Eric admitted defeat and cooked the man, and his 'friends' the greatest meal ever (and it ripped the biggest hole in Eric's pouch as well).
The following day, Eric was recruited into the Royal Guard. With time his martial skills improved and he took over when the former captain stepped down.
Other: He has a personal weakness for wine and milder liquor.