Name: Armand
*Personality: kinda bipolar, enjoys the opportunity of raping, pillaging, brutalizing armless peasants and mistreating women in general, but at the same time follows some distorted sense of honor and respects strength, great fighters and every male who achieved goals against all odds, though reluctantly. Complains a lot, rudely and loudly, if you don’t fight enough to his taste. Anything that adds to the feeling that he is a utterly crazy mix of his former noble and strict education and what he learnt spending the following years with burglars and pillars is great.
Level: 10
Attributes: strength = 15, agility = 12, intelligence = 8, and charisma = 8
*Stats: ironflesh = 4, power_strike = 4, power_draw = 3, weapon_master = 3, riding = 2, athletics = 4, shield = 3, prisoner_management = 2, Looting = 3, Leadership = 1
*Proficiencies: around 180 1-handed, 150 bow, 72 2-haded, 72 polearm, 32 crossbow, 38 throwing
*Cost to hire: no idea :s
*Gear: Mail hauberk, mail mittens, splinted leather greaves, heavy one handed battle axe, cavalry round shield, nomad bow, arrows. His gear, as well as his statistics, tends to reflect his 10-12 years long history of fighting in diverse conditions, is pretty decent and makes him polyvalent and hard-hitting. I wasn't sure for the nomad bow, a good short bow might do the trick, but i guess in ten years wandering he had time finding something less cumbersome.
*Appearance: Young man in his early twenties, short blond hair
*Homeland: France
***Possible Enemies: A warrior woman who believes in justice and good, generous and gentle would be everything he hates!
***Possible Friends: The following story suggests two companions we may create too if Armand is of some interest to you.
**Story: “So, you already knew Armand, right? Why did you call him “Kill-His-Father”?
-Stupid question, young boy. That is because he killed his father.
-Is that a metaphor? I talked about philosophy with Antonio, you know, the fat Italian guy who’s always complaining, the other day, and he said that when we’re young, we love a little bit too much our mothers and…
-If by “metaphorical”, you mean, “with an axe in the skull”, then yes, that’s totally that.
-Then that’s absolutely not what I meant. How such a thing may happen?!
-You don’t know Armand for a long time, but a dozen years ago, Armand, believe it or not, he was the first son a baron. His mother died while giving birth, and his father never really came up with it, but he finally espoused the daughter of another lesser nobleman. They had a newborn son. A couple of years later, Armand still wasn’t even ten, his father dispossessed him in favor of his new son. Armand, well, he didn’t say a thing, but this same evening, he left the castle. And he went to find us. We were pillaging the region at this time, you see, we were former soldiers of a lord who never bothered paying us, so we deserted and we grew larger with recruiting other people, robbers, former soldiers, poachers… So, Armand, he found our camp and he came in front of our chief, Englebert. We never saw a man stand in front of that crazy bastard like that, let-alone a little kid. He said that he wanted to sell his castle to us, that he wanted to be part of us in exchange. He didn’t want to have anything to do with his family anymore. And he told us everything. He told us where were the towers, and the traps, the crossbowmen and the embrasures. He told us too where was the tunnel we used two nights later, which lead us in the inner courtyard. We all crawled like rats, but it worthed it! We bolted from the blue! We cut the throat of the sentinels, we beat down on them while sleeping, and we butchered them. Ah! That was pillaging!
-Good Lord!
-Wait. You don’t know the best part yet. Armand, he came with us that night. Of course, Englebert planned to kill him after the raid, but we saw him climbing to wooden stairs, with an axe. I see it as clearly as it was yesterday, the buildings in fire, and that little kid in the middle of all that fight. So, he was climbing the stairs, when the stepmother opened the door and went out, terrified because fire caught inside. He killed her with a single strike at her throat. She was carrying her child, his half-brother. Then he grabbed him from her body, and strangled him himself! And then, he went down back to the courtyard, where his father was cornered by two of our guys, and he jumped from the stair onto him, like he didn't care for his own safety any more, and killed him with an axe blow.
-That’s terrible!
-After that, the whole band adopted him. Some years later, he had an argument with Englebert, who was aging and wasn’t as tough as before, and he left. I never saw him after that any more, until I find you both.”
