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I Get things Done, by being Big and being Bad.
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Name: Magnus Dev Alias(es): The White Royal Age: 42 Gender: Male Starting Location: Baal
Archetype: Mercenary Class: Commander Religion: None.
Physical Description: Magnus is just shy of six feet. He has broad shoulders and tends to be thick, even in his lightest days he weighed in around 200 pounds, his body is corded with muscles and he inst shy to eat, his belly shows that he likes to eat and eat well when he can. He might be too fat if it wasnt for his line of work. Magnus is a friendly man who loves to laugh and joke, sometimes too much. He cuts sharply with his tongue as he would his blade and his charisma allows him to easily command the room. His face is worn by the sun and he has wrinkles from his time scowling and laughing. He currently hasnt a hair on his head. His blonde hair was cut off long ago and he has kept his head shaved ever since. He has a goatee that is more red than blonde that he keeps well maintained. Two thick eye brows that protect his light blue eyes from the sun. His body has several scars along it, nicks and scrapes from fights long done, missing a bit of his right ear, and other such things. He has several tattoos. One on his left arm of the back side of a White Royal (The shield) crossed with two axes. A large snake on his right forearm. Several small ones on his leg, and a kill count of lines on his back. He hopes to fill it one day.
History:
- Was born in the late afternoon, first son in a soon to be large family.
- Was a happy child that enjoyed his family, was a bit lazy and known for back talking and joking.
- Went to meager school, had a head for it but couldnt pay for further education.
- At 13 he got into several fights over small things, learned to use his showing size to his advantage.
- Never could pick up his fathers trade at being a merchant. He was good with people, but didnt have the heart to swindle them.
- Around 16 years of age he caught a thief in the family home. He killed the man with an axe. Found bloody work to his liking.
- Magnus told his father of his plans to join the guard, the family approved. He made off to the largest city in the region to look for work.
- Found work as a guard and enjoyed it, he could talk men down from fights, or beat them down if they wouldnt listen. His captain took notice.
- He soon found that he greatly enjoyed the company of women, never had a stable relationship, yet had many stories to brag on.
- At 19 he was made captain of his own squad. He loved the position and was good at leading men. Never good at getting over their deaths.
- As the supposed end times began to arrive he had to deal with a lot more crime. Death and violence was never far behind.
- Around 20 he got into a huge fight, breaking up several thugs, killing at least three before he was even touched. A Merc commander noticed this.
- After working long and hard hours, and having to deal with more and more violent crimes do to the "end times" He grew sick of the thankless work.
- Hearing that he was leaving town, a man named Reik offered him a job in his mercenary group known as the "White Spears" He joined up.
- The great migration was a long and hard time. Magnus found that the real monsters of this world were men, killing more to protect food, and to keep things in line, than the monsters he had to slay. He felt it was a waste and grew a bit colder.
- at 26 he earned his nick name "The White Royal" He got into a fight with Reik over what he was owed, the man shorted him a white royal. He died for it. Magnus took charge of the White spears and changed their name to the White Royals. His favorite one still hangs from his neck.
- 27-36 He worked for years, guarding caravans, making sure the walls were safe, killing man, beast, and monster alike. He killed members of the Triad for the right price, slew members of the circle, if the bag of coins weighed enough. He lived, fucked, laughed and killed. All for his own reasons and causes. He traveled to both lands, and saw both sides of the coin. He didnt care where he was, as long as it paid.
- 39 A sickness hits his camp, and his mercenary group suffers far too many casualties to recover.
- At present he has been working odd jobs for anyone one who will pay. Leading night watches, or earning protection money. He still enjoys his job, but he hasnt found a group worth leading and whipping to shape after the Royals died. Yet he clings to hope, like a drunk clings to a mug.
Skills:
- Major Skill 1: Armed to Da Teef!: Magnus has always been one to use the right weapon for the job, he has never spend years understanding the fine art of sword fighting, but he knows how to beat a man to death with a club,fist,rock, ectra. Long story short, Jack of all, master of none, and he never leaves home with out a weapon or two.
- Major Skill 2: Second Skin: God protects the soul, Metal protects the rest! Or so they say, Magnus wasnt one for gods, but he knows the inside and outside of the thing that has kept him alive. He favors armor and a good shield, for blocking or bashing. He moves about in in like hes not really wearing anything at all. Not that he can run and jump though windows in full plate, but as he never wanted to do that in the first place.... he feels fine with it.
- Major Skill 3: A man worth fighting for: Magnus was like a friend and a brother to every man he met, he could earn respect, or gain a laugh, or make a man cow down, whenever he wanted. He looked at the White Royals as a family, not as soldiers, yet they looked up to him as someone to respect and trust. He had a way with words and could make sure that the his will was heard and that it was carried out. He was happy when he didnt have to raise his voice.
- Minor Skill 1: Of flesh and Bone: Magnus wasnt one for great heroics, his battles were long and bloody, the kinds you dont sing stories about, he used cheep shots and knew when to turn and run, his awareness of his own mortality has kept him alive this long, and he trusts the gut feelings he gets.
- Minor Skill 2:A way with maps and marches: Magnus wasnt a military officer, all he learned was in the field, yet his unorthodox and sometimes cruel tactics have pulled him through time and time again. Honor is something thought about, war is something to survive.
Spells:
- Spell 1:Voice of the Gods: While not a fan of most magic, he found that his voice being able to boom across the battle feild was much better than the horns and whistles. This spell allows him to send commands to the mend he wants to get his word across.
- Spell 2: WarCry: Primal furry, a shout that boils the blood of him and his men, and cowers those around him, he shouted when he fought anyway, the magic behind it made him a force to fear.
Inventory:
- --- The White Armor: A set of custom fit armor to shine white like the White royal it was named after, it was simple and rugged in make, made to last, not look fancy. It still bares the mark of the old group on its chest and its matching kite shield. He cleans it proudly.
- --- Wellworn, the ax: Magnus favorite weapon, a battle axe that has broke and been reforged several times over. He calls it Wellworn, from the fights it has survived and put him though, a sword is the weapon of a kinght, a Ax is the weapon of war. Hes always looking to improve it.
- --- Backpack: He hauls his good in here, foodstuffs and things like that. Water, and wine. always water and wine.
- --- The White Royal: A white royal, forged before the migration. Pure and shining, he killed over it, and made a name for himself over it, and he wares it, it may not hold power over time, or shoot fireballs, but it means alot to him, and that counts.
- --- A sheet of cloth: He always has a man sized sheet of cloth. Its good to sleep under, or to cover oneself, or to dry oneself off, or to stop bleeding, or to burn for fire. Its just handy to have.
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