Joseph Alewisus Smith
Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 1:59 am
Player Name: (N/A)
Name: Joseph Alewisus Smith
Age: 20
Race: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 12st 4 (172lb give or take)
Physical Description: Slightly on the skinny side, Short dark brown hair and dull blue eyes are the only real features to his otherwise plain face. A shirt and pressed trousers are his day to day rig, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow (for he has this absurd notion of buying a long sleeve shirt, yet always rolling the sleeves up) calluses run the breadth of his palm, testimony to the earlier years of his childhood and the incessant military drilling of his father - Cont. His training was a formal, in-formalness. He never had to sit assessments or found a true sparring partner, all he ever had was his guardsman of a father endlessly throwing blow after wayward blow at his direction till nature took over and he learnt how to fend off the blows, blocking each swipe of his fathers sword with a shield and parrying back every thrust with one of his own.
Possessions: Hand and a half sword, relic of his fathers. Aside from that he carries nothing much else to his name.
Property: Small House in Marn, Minimalistic furnishings, what one would need to live by.
Powers or Strengths: Due to his upbringing he's rather adept with sword and shield and has a rather strong constitution, illnesses are rare for him. Ego, or at least he'd call his ego a strength, comments and remarks that may dishearten others seemingly bounce off his shiny exterior.
Weaknesses: He's about as magical as a teaspoon due to his upbringing, he shied away from anything remotely magical and as he grew older he began to despise and hate it with such a passion, that anything that was magical within him is long dead and buried.
Women, as cheesy as it sounds he has a soft spot for women, moment his eyes clamp upon a girl he finds attractive the rest of him tends to go along with what ever they say, his morals and principles enter a murky grey zone when women are around.
Due to his height he is rather gangly and is far from the quickest when it comes to reactions, grace is not something you would associate with him.
History:
He's a bastard child born out of wedlock after a drunken night between a Marn city guardsman and a woman of the night, unusually though it was the father who wound up having to care for the child for reasons that have been lost in time. Having been brought up by a guardsman, he has developed a respect, borderline obsession for the ruling government and the city guard and it has warped his perception to the sense that in his eyes, they can do no wrong.
He'd lived his whole life in the city, flitting between several short lived relationships seeking to find some sort of female comfort to balance out the harsh training regime imposed upon him by his authoritarian father. He had a few near misses with the law, minor petty theft of the odd charm or trinket in an attempt to woo the aforementioned women, yet he'd always gotten away scot free.
As he grew older and the almost brainwashing tactics of his father began to set in, His loyalty to the guard and thus the city of Marn it's self began to show it's self, to the extent he would actively comb the streets performing his own idea of a "citizens arrest" and turning minor criminals, nothing more then small infractions of the law, onto his father for their arrest. With each arrest his admiration of the actual guard grew and grew to the extent he even formed a small group of vigilantes to take on other nefarious teenagers that roamed the street. Yet after several months of the group operating it was put down by his late father as he saw it as a mockery of the guard, something which caused Joseph a great upset and further increased the rift between father and son.
He lost most of his possessions, anything of any value at least as a result of having to pay off several debts to various store owners for pilfered goods that were previously used to charm, charmless women.
He currently lives in the city of Marn in a small house passed onto him after his fathers untimely demise. He's currently seeking to gain employment within the city guard to help stamp out the magic users that appear from time to time.
(Noticed you guys wanted some more guardsmen/people sympathetic to the government so I thought I'd fire up and tied in my back story to give him reasoning for it. Hope it's ok?)
Name: Joseph Alewisus Smith
Age: 20
Race: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 12st 4 (172lb give or take)
Physical Description: Slightly on the skinny side, Short dark brown hair and dull blue eyes are the only real features to his otherwise plain face. A shirt and pressed trousers are his day to day rig, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow (for he has this absurd notion of buying a long sleeve shirt, yet always rolling the sleeves up) calluses run the breadth of his palm, testimony to the earlier years of his childhood and the incessant military drilling of his father - Cont. His training was a formal, in-formalness. He never had to sit assessments or found a true sparring partner, all he ever had was his guardsman of a father endlessly throwing blow after wayward blow at his direction till nature took over and he learnt how to fend off the blows, blocking each swipe of his fathers sword with a shield and parrying back every thrust with one of his own.
Possessions: Hand and a half sword, relic of his fathers. Aside from that he carries nothing much else to his name.
Property: Small House in Marn, Minimalistic furnishings, what one would need to live by.
Powers or Strengths: Due to his upbringing he's rather adept with sword and shield and has a rather strong constitution, illnesses are rare for him. Ego, or at least he'd call his ego a strength, comments and remarks that may dishearten others seemingly bounce off his shiny exterior.
Weaknesses: He's about as magical as a teaspoon due to his upbringing, he shied away from anything remotely magical and as he grew older he began to despise and hate it with such a passion, that anything that was magical within him is long dead and buried.
Women, as cheesy as it sounds he has a soft spot for women, moment his eyes clamp upon a girl he finds attractive the rest of him tends to go along with what ever they say, his morals and principles enter a murky grey zone when women are around.
Due to his height he is rather gangly and is far from the quickest when it comes to reactions, grace is not something you would associate with him.
History:
He's a bastard child born out of wedlock after a drunken night between a Marn city guardsman and a woman of the night, unusually though it was the father who wound up having to care for the child for reasons that have been lost in time. Having been brought up by a guardsman, he has developed a respect, borderline obsession for the ruling government and the city guard and it has warped his perception to the sense that in his eyes, they can do no wrong.
He'd lived his whole life in the city, flitting between several short lived relationships seeking to find some sort of female comfort to balance out the harsh training regime imposed upon him by his authoritarian father. He had a few near misses with the law, minor petty theft of the odd charm or trinket in an attempt to woo the aforementioned women, yet he'd always gotten away scot free.
As he grew older and the almost brainwashing tactics of his father began to set in, His loyalty to the guard and thus the city of Marn it's self began to show it's self, to the extent he would actively comb the streets performing his own idea of a "citizens arrest" and turning minor criminals, nothing more then small infractions of the law, onto his father for their arrest. With each arrest his admiration of the actual guard grew and grew to the extent he even formed a small group of vigilantes to take on other nefarious teenagers that roamed the street. Yet after several months of the group operating it was put down by his late father as he saw it as a mockery of the guard, something which caused Joseph a great upset and further increased the rift between father and son.
He lost most of his possessions, anything of any value at least as a result of having to pay off several debts to various store owners for pilfered goods that were previously used to charm, charmless women.
He currently lives in the city of Marn in a small house passed onto him after his fathers untimely demise. He's currently seeking to gain employment within the city guard to help stamp out the magic users that appear from time to time.
(Noticed you guys wanted some more guardsmen/people sympathetic to the government so I thought I'd fire up and tied in my back story to give him reasoning for it. Hope it's ok?)
