Description
Name: Sigmund Artenello
Age: 26
Class: Arms master
Sub-Class: None
Occupation: Currently Unemployed
Previous Occupations: Commander of the second battalion under General Hriechand
Description: A tall man with short, dark brown hair and steal gray eyes which portray a hardness or strength which surpasses many his age. His thin lips and sharp facial features portray a dismal solemnity that, when moved to anger, leaves an expression of hatred as cold as the artic winds themselves. His face is well kept and clean, with not a whisker to be seen though a long, ugly pink scar which extends across his right eye where a blade had narrowly mussed has left his appearance slightly disfigured. This, combined with his reasonably toned body and his almost constant scowl leads to an almost irreproachable atmosphere about the man regardless of his location.
Equipment Weapons and Armor:
In his possession is a long spear made out of Kornith Wood and enchanted as to make it difficult to break and to keep the wood from burning. The spear itself is nothing special however, with a barbed metal tip melted onto the front and further screwed into place. This spear is usually strapped on his back with the barbed end pointing downwards. For close range he holds a pair of steal tonfa with a small spike having been added onto the small end of the tonfa as to provide a means of killing the target. At all times he carries on him a pair of long knives for the sake of his own protection. Finally, he holds a small yet sturdy sling to his side which, though generally used as a tool for hunting, can be used as a weapon should the timing require it. Covering his body is a set of chainmail and underneath this is a set of hard leather garments which cover him from the neck downward and finally, underneath this is a thick padded jerkin and pants for padding. This is combined with a steal helmet which covers his head in times of battle and thick leather boots for walking through grasslands.
Equipment General:
Normally, when not in battle nor expecting battle he wears a thick set of leather to protect against the cold and to allow him comfort and this is usually combined with a dark black cloak which he wears around his shoulders. His general possessions consist of a horse, eight sets of clothing, his weapons and armor, his metal insignia which once would have specified him as someone of rank, several maps of the land and surrounding cities, a compass, a blanket, a pillow, a tent, an iron tipped lance (given freely) and a pouch containing 6 gold coins, 24 silver, 52 bronze, 95 coppers and a button which he spends only when required to.
Personality: Generally, cold and closed off, easy to anger and easy to hate yet somewhat difficult to befriend. His mood seems to be difficult to determine and his temper is capable, at times, of approaching like rapid fire. However, for all this at times he seems to mope for no reason at all that those around him can determine. Yet, for all this, his loyalty to those few friends he makes is absolute, though his own emotions are kept difficult to determine unless one has been around him a long time. However, this changes drastically with ale as his mood becomes less somber and more light hearted as he sinks into a drunken stupor, strange as he may be he becomes increasingly friendly through this intoxication.
Most significant sentimental possession: His insignia
Most significant material possession: His gold pouch
Hobbies: Dueling, drinking, brawling
Likes: Fighting, Drinking and good food
Dislikes: Tardiness, Sloth and people who complain without moving to solve their problems.
Favorite Food: Roast Boar
Favorite Drink: Ale
Family History:
(Coming Soon)
History:
(Coming Soon)
So begins...
Sigmund Artenello approached the bar on horseback, cloak flowing behind him in the chill night breeze as he raced through the city streets, his eyes set ahead of him. His eyes scanned the streets, keeping count within his mind as to avoid getting lost as his hand remained ever present on the knife to his side as though expecting something to happen. Though he doubted than anyone would attack, in this light it seemed better to be prepared than to allow himself to be attacked and killed before he might react. He smiled grimly as the thought occurred to him, his face showing little emotion beyond as he slowly came to his destination before dismounting and guiding his horse to the side where he looked to the horse, tethering the creature, filling the trough with water and brushed the thing’s main briefly before approaching the door of the bar, muttering quietly to himself as he entered the room. His eyes briefly scanned the room’s occupants before setting himself down at the bar, looking for a bar tender from who he could order before impatience overtook him and he put three bronze and grabbed a bottle of ale from behind the counter, pouring two glasses before taking his seat beside the Kaide and raising an eyebrow and passing one to the man and taking a long draw from his glass. “The more you try to make yourself invisible the more attention you draw you know,” he said as he sat there, not seeming to be talking to anyone though his target was relatively clear, his voice rough and deep as he sat there, simply seeming to enjoy his drink.
Sigmund Artenello approached the bar on horseback, cloak flowing behind him in the chill night breeze as he raced through the city streets, his eyes set ahead of him. His eyes scanned the streets, keeping count within his mind as to avoid getting lost as his hand remained ever present on the knife to his side as though expecting something to happen. Though he doubted than anyone would attack, in this light it seemed better to be prepared than to allow himself to be attacked and killed before he might react.
He smiled grimly as the thought occurred to him, his face showing little emotion beyond as he slowly came to his destination before dismounting and guiding his horse to the side where he looked to the horse, tethering the creature, filling the trough with water and brushed the thing’s main briefly before approaching the door of the bar, muttering quietly to himself as he entered the room. His eyes briefly scanned the room’s occupants before setting himself down at the bar, looking for a bar tender from who he could order before impatience overtook him and he put three bronze and grabbed a bottle of ale from behind the counter, pouring two glasses before taking his seat beside the Kaide and raising an eyebrow and passing one to the man and taking a long draw from his glass.
“The more you try to make yourself invisible the more attention you draw you know,” he said as he sat there, not seeming to be talking to anyone though his target was relatively clear, his voice rough and deep as he sat there, simply seeming to enjoy his drink.
Sorry, I was struggling to get through
Sigmund Artenello approached the bar on horseback, cloak flowing behind him in the chill night breeze as he raced through the city streets, his eyes set ahead of him. His eyes scanned the streets, keeping count within his mind as to avoid getting lost as his hand remained ever present on the knife to his side as though expecting something to happen. Though he doubted than anyone would attack, in this light it seemed better to be prepared than to allow himself to be attacked and killed before he might react.
He smiled grimly as the thought occurred to him, his face showing little emotion beyond as he slowly came to his destination before dismounting and guiding his horse to the side where he looked to the horse, tethering the creature, filling the trough with water and brushed the thing’s main briefly before approaching the door of the bar, muttering quietly to himself as he entered the room. His eyes briefly scanned the room’s occupants before setting himself down at the bar, looking for a bar tender from who he could order, his expression portraying none of the irritation he felt as he gazed upon the man. “A bottle of ale please,” he said as he sat there, his voice deep and rough, with a slight ragged weariness that portrayed him as being weakened by his journey.
He took a seat beside the woman, gazing towards her briefly before returning to his thoughts, muttering something to himself under his breath as he lamented his options for company or lack thereof. “May I also ask, what jobs are to be held within this place, preferably something where I can make use of my spear?” he asked as he sat there, looking towards the bar tender and seeming to intentionally ignore the teenager as, in truth, he found the woman’s presence somewhat of an annoyance and an inconvenience to him.
"Thanks, though I'm thinking more along the lines of bounty or mercenary work, after all, I can't imagine myself staying here too long unfortunately, though I have made a residence for myself it won't be long before I'm found," he said as he sat there, grabbing the rum with muttered gratitude before grabbing the woman's glass, emptying out the water and filling the thing. With a silent nod he went back and took a tentative sip of the ale, which was of decent brew it seemed, enjoying the warmth that flowed through him as it dribbled down his throat.
He put a third silver on the table, estimating the things true value to be more than he'd paid. "It's of good brew, though it's clear you've not had much experience with this work or normally you'd probably have just served me the poorest label you had and left it to me to argue," he told the man simply as he sat there, his eyebrow quirked slightly as he thought about such a thing.
It did strike him as odd that a cook would know little about alcohol having it been one of the key things with which a dish is served. Still he didn't comment and instead added on a bronze to one side as he sat contentedly, taking the occasional draw from his bottle. He did however, watch the woman from the corner of his eye, partially for his amusement and partially because something about the woman made him uneasy. After all, he had few arms upon him and he didn't like the prospect of fighting in such a place.
Sigmund Artenello just casually walked out of the bar.