[b]"Women, wine, brawling, arguing about theology... it is best in life, no?"[/b]

[img]http://i.imgur.com/XNM4tct.jpg[/img]
6.5ft, naturally strong and fit with some hints to a beer gut, his body is covered in a number of tattoos symbolysing his criminal life (on his back - a large castle with five towers, telling how many years he spent in dungeon; on his right forearm - a tankard, meaning he killed in a tavern brawl; on the back of his left hand - a cat in a hat, saying that he robbed a house; on his calves - various religious symbols, meaning that he does not kneel; on his chest - a pair of eyes, symbolysing that he watched over other prisoners in the dungeon; at the base of his neck - a bleeding wound, meaning that he killed and believes he will die a violent death)

[b]Name:[/b] Strogobor Moravec

[b]Age:[/b] 39

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Personality:[/b] Strogobor is, according to the people that know him, a bundle of contradictions. Cocksure, yet knows when to back away. A scoundrel who adheres to some code of conduct. A braggart, but can't take a compliment. Likes to chase anything wearing a skirt, but never loses his head over a woman. Quick to anger with adults, enviably patient with children. He is naturally solemn to the point that he views smiling without a reason as a sign of stupidity. And yet, he doesn't shy away from tomfoolery and taverns if opportunity arises - in fact, if taverns did not require coin for their services, he'd spend his days making rounds between them. As a consequence, Strogobor rather enjoys music and he is quite likely to whistle a tune while pummeling some poor sod that owes him.

[b]History:[/b] Strogobor hails from the harsh and tumultuous lands in the east, though he avoids to define which land exactly he comes from. He only ever admits that he is from a peasant family that had a horse and that he lived near a river. Parts of his life were spent fighting wars, both as a soldier and a mercenary, and with a lot of luck, Strogobor survived the nearly constant conflicts, losing only sight in his left eye and a small part of his right ear in the process. Growing tired of risking his neck for little to no gain, he saddled his horse, took his sabre and rode out toward the west at the age of 27. During that journey, he came to call himself "a professional criminal" as he stole, robbed, gambled, smuggled and killed for a living.

Eventually, Strogobor settled in Meidiba, tired of wandering around. Over the years, he managed to avoid aligning with any of the big cheeses of the city, preferring to work as a sort of a freelancer by doing carefully chosen odd jobs for all of them. He even earned some respect in the criminal underworld as someone reliable and sufficiently, but not overly cunning. On the other side of the coin, his way of living left him on a bit of an ugly side in terms of appearance, somewhat spiritual and without a retirement plan. Fortunately for him, his mare Wojda is still well and kicking. There still might be work for a mounted mercenary.

[b]Abilities:[/b] Strogobor is extremely proficient with a sabre, especially on horseback, and when pure skill fails, he knows every dirty trick in the book when it comes to fighting. Being big and brutish has its good sides and its bad sides. Though he is naturally ambidextrous, he prefers using his right hand for apparent reasons. His other positive traits are that he is quite lucid when inebriated and that he can play string instruments quite well. 

[b]Anything extra?:[/b] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcZrhJDoIac