Name: Allen Ruthgard
Race: Human
Rank: Lieutenant-Commander
Birthdate/Age: 899, 4E, 28 Years
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Appearance: Standing at the head turning 6ft 4in/1.93m and weighing 92kg/203lbs, Allen Ruthgard is a large man. His body is toned and well-muscled from the training he's received for most of his life and it also shows through the multitude of scars he's received from training accidents. His bulk is deceptive however, as he is as fast as he is strong. The worst mistake that you can make while facing him is assuming that he will only use slow but powerful attacks, only to be caught unaware when he delivers a furious flurry of blows.
He keeps his hair loosely cut, not too short yet not too long, loose enough to not seem like an overbearing officer but short enough to not get in his way when he fights. He prefers to keep himself clean shaven but will allow a beard to grow out up to, at most, his outer cheek. His eyes are two separate colors, both steel grey and sky blue due to the condition Hetochromia Iridum that he inherited from his family. He favors his left hand but can use both with equal skill and dexterity.
He usually wears an olive tunic over darker brown breeches when off duty, but wears a heavier set of armor when in battle. His armor is customized to his liking, with it mostly being leather armor for mobility while he dons greaves, gauntlets both made out of steel and replaced the torso armor with a steel chestplate with armored shoulders. He wields his two swords with a two sheaths on his back, both of them angled to the right to provide ease of draw. He usually wears no helmet, but if he is going into battle he would wear a steel helmet with leather padding underneath.
Personality: Allen, a man of three faces, three masks. Wearing one mask, he is kind, gentle, caring and much like a brother to his fellow Watchers. This is the one he prefers the most. He likes this one, not because it gets the least people hurt, it is also the closest to his original true self. Another he wears is cold, calculating and deadly precise. This is the one he wears for foes, mercilessly cutting them down, with his blade. This is the one he likes the least, even though it is also close to his base desires. Then there is his true self. His maskless face. A combination of all of these, caring but deadly. Fractured but not broken. His cultivated self merging with his base self. A dangerously unstable mix only exposed in the most vulnerable of his moments.
Skills/Abilities: Swordsmanship - Trained from when he could hold a sword by his family, he's handled all types of different blades, and has mastered a few. He usually carries two swords, a longsword and a shortsword. These two weapons can be wielded individually as they are usually or by his family's own method. Dual wielding these two blades is a skill that only a few have trained for, let alone mastered. Allen is one of those who has mastered this form of combat. This has been refined with his time in the Watchers along with his single blade skills, making him a difficult opponent to deal with considering you have to deal with two blades from one person and combined with his speed and strength made him a powerful whirlwind of death. However, he usually refrains from using this combat form, so as to have a metaphorical ace up his sleeve.
Hand to Hand combat - During his time with his family, he'd been taught various forms of hand to hand combat to provide a means of defending himself if he ever lost his swords whilst fighting. While he was proficient with his fists he never really mastered this form of combat, though he can still hold his own against even trained enemies, though not for very long.
Immense Strength and Endurance - In order to wield two blades at the same time, Allen developed extreme muscular strength and endurance to be able to keep up the fast paced fighting for longer than a few minutes. Now he able to fight with powerful blows and keep fighting for long periods of time, relative to most fighters.
History: Born to the Ruthgards, a family of swordsman-mercenaries with bloodlines reaching back to the first formations of the nation of Calaris, in the town of Garnum in Calaris. The Ruthgards were locally famous around the surrounding area, not throughout the kingdom for their exceptional skills at wielding the blade because of their use of Spartan like style of training as well as taking in orphans from the town orphanage to supplement their own children. From as soon as they could wield a blade it did not matter whether they were a son or a daughter, they would learn how to fight. It was hammered into their minds the different styles and techniques of combat from many different weapons, how to recognize them and counter them. They were trained in various forms of using a blade, ranging to all different sizes and shapes. They were allowed to pick two styles they favored the most, before being taught how to dual wield as a necessary part of their training this skill however is kept quiet from outsiders so only the Ruthgards and those who have seen them fight with the style know that they can fight with two blades.
For many years, Allen lived like this, waking early in the morning to eat before immediately delving into a morning bout of training. Then in the afternoon after lunch he was sent into the studies and taught by one of the tutors that the family had hired, because they didn’t want their children to be large meat piles without an ounce of intelligence. At sundown they went back into another bout of training before sleeping at around 10:00 after dinner. This cycle repeated for the 12 years after he first held a sword.
At the age of 18, Allen ‘graduated’ from being a trainee to a full warrior. His first mission was soon after that. They’d needed to clear out a small bandit hideout. He was sent along with two more men, one another Ruthgard and the other a small time mercenary, unaffiliated with the Ruthgards and just hired for the job. After a few minutes, with fifteen bandits killed and of those, Allen personally slew five. For two years he lived like this, taking on missions assigned to him by his parents.
Then at age 22, everything changed. He was sent once again to another mission along with two other men, this time to clear a small bandit hideout located in a cave. Someone must have leaked to the bandits that they were coming, as after battling through the cave, the warriors were exhausted and when they exited the cave, they were ambushed and captured. For two days they were tortured then executed. Before they could execute Allen however, a group of Watchers sent to deal with the bandit infestation intervened, and in the aftermath, with all the bandits killed they rescued Allen and when he was healed offered him a place in the Watchers. Though torn between his loyalty to his family and gratefulness to his rescuers, he eventually settled on taking up the position.
In the six years that followed, Allen had risen through the ranks of the Order, reaching the rank of Lieutenant-Commander in five years. When Ulfric's Legions fell upon the Order, Allen was one of the last to stop fighting. Barring his dual blades, he slew many of the Lord's men, but eventually even he was overwhelmed. Now in Ulfric's dungeons, he waits.
I pick these three colors: This is for the friendly mask, This is for fighting and this for the mixed mask.