Hope this bodes well. It's been a decade since my last bout of creative writing, so I beg your forgiveness whilst I get rid of all the cobwebs. Gods, it's good to be back
Name: Johnan
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Faction of Birth: Western Empire.
Allegiance: Loyal to the Skolderbrotva, even if not a full member, and sympathetic/friendly to a number of small mercenary companies. No strong political leanings.
Experience: Certainly not green, though equally no military veteran. Can handle himself.
Feudal Rank: Commoner / craftsman.
Appearance: Standard build and standing at 5ft10, with a shaven head and bristling red-brown beard, sporting long moustaches and a grin that creases his face. Wears a thick leather apron over sturdy boots, baggy Sturgian trousers and a soot-stained shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms dotted with small scars and tattoos. Has a large and heavy leather-satchel and tool-wrap strapped over his back or on a pony when wandering.
Personality:Cheerful, professional and enjoys any chance to heartily complain how overworked, underpaid and unappreciated he is by those around him. Thoroughly enjoys sweating through a day's labour and resting through evening's cool with a pint of mulled mead or hot cider.
Talents: Capable blacksmith, whose worked in more than a few mercenary supply trains. Can handle himself in a fight, and has take up an axe, spear, crossbow and whatever else was close by during trouble in the past, and has received some instruction from various sellswords he's worked beside. That being said, he is no palatine guard.
Also a competent cook, and able to make a passable meal from whatever is left at the end of a campaign.
Biography: Johnan has been swinging a hammer since he could reach the anvil, and before that he was pumping bellows, fetching charcoal, making tea and every other of the many tasks that keep a city smithy functioning. Seeking better wages and some sense of adventure, the Imperial youth packed up his toolroll and left Lageta at the age of 18.
He spent the next decade falling in with various mercenary companies, repairing and producing the countless small components in metal that keep an army in good nick. His fondest memories are of serving with the Skolderbrotva, though never a full member (probably a good thing, considering their strict codes and Johnan's relatively free-spirit).
Equipment:
Worn
(clothing/armor): Wears a thick leather apron over sturdy boots, baggy Sturgian trousers and a soot-stained shirt, the sleeves rolled up. A few belts holding tools, pouches and the like. Has some experience wearing lamellar, but sold his two seasons ago and has yet to make another.
Weapons
: various hammers, though he carries a long-knife against his thigh and keeps a 40 inch flanged mace of his own manufacture about.
Mount: Occasionally uses a pony to carry equipment or pull a small cart, when following the mercenary companies out on campaign.