BogMod/Eron
Name: Eron
Caste: Dawn
Motivation: To become existances greatest warrior.
Anima: A terrible and monsterous hydra.
Concept: Weapon collecting master warrior
XP Left/Spent: 0/0
Attributes
Strength •••, Charisma •••, Perception •••
Dexterity •••••, Manipulation ••, Intelligence ••
Stamina •••, Appearance ••, Wits ••••
Abilities
Archery 1, Athletics 3, Awareness 2, Bureaucracy 2, Craft 2, Linguistics 1(Riverspeak, Flametongue), Integrity 1, Lore 2, Martial Arts 5, Melee 5, Presence 1, Resistance 5, Ride 1, Survival 4, Thrown 3, War 1
Backgrounds
Allies 2(Adoptive father is a rather highly placed leader in the Guild, though they are somewhat estranged now)
Influence 3(People of the Sea from the Lakelands)
Resources 2(Merc work)
Virtues
Compassion ••, Conviction ••, Temperance ••, Valour •••••
Virtue Flaw Foolhardy Contempt
Willpower •••••••
Essence ••
Personal
Peripheral
Health Levels 0*1, -1*2, -2*2, -4*1, Incapacitated
Charms
Martial Arts: First Martial Arts Excellency(1m/die)
Melee: First Melee Excellency(1m/die), Dipping Swallow Defense(2m), Bulwark Stance(5m), Fivefold Bulwark Stance(5m, 1wp)
Resistance: Durability of Oak Meditation(3m), Iron Skin Concentration(2m), Iron Kettle Body(4m, 1wp), Body Mending Meditation(10m)
Survival: Hardship-Surviving Mendicant Spirit(10m)
Combos
Sorcery
Combat
Join Battle , Soak , Dodge DV , Mobility Penalty , Fatigue
Punch: Speed 5, Accuracy , Damage , Parry DV , Rate 3, Tags N
Kick: Speed 5, Accuracy , Damage , Parry DV , Rate 2, Tags N
Clinch: Speed 6, Accuracy , Damage , Parry DV -, Rate 1, Tags C, N, P
Social Combat
Join Debate , Mental Dodge DV
Presence: Speed 4, Accuracy , Parry , Rate 2
Performance: Speed 6, Accuracy , Parry , Rate 1
Investigation: Speed 5, Accuracy , Parry , Rate 2
Intimacies
Description
History
Eron is a man tempered by hard work outdoors. An orphan, he was adopted by a Guild merchant prince. He spent his time on the roads of the east. It was that those early years that imprinted themself on him most strongly. He can remember the mercenaries and gaurds hired by his father and would often pester them to train him in how to fight. So between his duties helping out the caravan he would pick up how to fight. Unarmed and with weapons.
When he was old enough he struck out on his own. He was never going to be a merchant. Counting jade, all that sorta stuff just bored him. He didn't get the thrill that his father did from haggling no matter how much he said it was just a different kind of battlefield. He liked fighting. So at 17 he went his own way. He joined a group called the Grey Wolves, and for a few years worked as a soldier earning his keep and some scars on the talent of his blade.
He and the Grey Wolves were working for this princeling out of a place in the Hundred Kingdoms called the Dominion of Harn. The prince had gotten himself some piece of technology from the First Age. Something like the Dragon Armor the elite of Lookshy would wear. Whatever it was he was a nigh unstoppable terror on the battlefield. Regular blades would leave barely a scratch and he could shatter bodies with a swing of his fist. A man with something like that gathers a calling to him and he wanted more as many do once they taste power.
Whatever the truth behind it his actions provoked a response. He was disturbing things that some would rather he did not. Eron and the Grey Wolves were hired on to work with him as he set his sights on some of the richer lands in the Hundred Kingdoms. They were rich for a reason though and hired their own mercenaries. The Blue Thunder, the Iron Titans, and the Fist of the Red Banner. Three rather well known groups. The Blue Thunder particularly famous. They were lead by a trio of Dragonblooded. The battle was joined on the Plains of Jin. Tragically the prince in the end was just a regular mortal with a powerful artifact and he was facing the Exalted. So while his fate was never in question the fate of the rest of his forces was.
The forces under his banner broke and scattered when he was bested and felled. The mercs had been paid well though to ensure that his army would not scatter to ravage neighbouring lands. Luck was on his side though or perhaps destiny. He made it to a river and the current took him away from the rest of his fellow Grey Wolves who were disorganized and soon fell. Surely something had plans for him because he did not drown and instead woke on the riverbank alone. He was in the Lakelands.
A man like him could go far in the Lakelands. He was in Kyrhan and it was nearly time for the current heir to have a tournament to choose her partner. Eron even had plans to join that tournament when he heard of it. Still some of the locals didn't like the idea of another outsider taking part in their tournament.
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