Name : Willhelm Fiore von Ossau Age : 43 Sex : Male Race : Marked Talosian Appearance : Fiore is nine feet tall and of thick muscular build. He sports the long hair and beard of his people. [hider= Appearance] [img]https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/391/041/large/tyler-ryan-warrior039-copy.jpg?1475581722[/img] [/hider] Personality : Fiore is a boisterous drunk who enjoys feast, alcohol and violence at a rarely equaled pace. He drinks in the noblest houses and in the seediest bars. He fights in the most prestigious tournaments and in the shadiest fighting pits and he wins. Biography : Fiore was born to a noble family established in the Laurelian piedmont. Heir to nothing but a title, he, as his people’s custom dictates, went on his way to make his own glory and cut himself a way into history. He responded to his country’s call to arms with only his arms, mount, armor and enough money for 2 weeks of food and housing. The second sons of his rural country contributed disproportionately to the Laurelian’s army in both numbers and might. This small but illustrious part of the army, in the absence of any professional status or clearly defined chain of command tended to band and sometimes to syndicate into mercenary companies. Such companies preceded and survived the conclusion of wars, taking on various contracts. Fiore affiliated one such company and in this context found himself travelling far and wide guarding caravans, defending villages and wealthy merchants, hunting down warlords and laying waste to criminal organizations; sometimes accompanied, often alone. It is one such travel in the Grey Peaks that Fiore found himself by a group of creedless Talossian mercenaries and thrown into one of the mountain’s darkest dungeons. In this dungeon he became cellmate with a shrewd old Venaran noble with a chip on his shoulder and plans outside of this hole. Together they planned and schemed grand entreprises in the pitch black of their cell. It was those conversations that kept their mind running and kept them from losing their minds. Eventually after costly trial and error they figured a way out of the dungeon and Fiore punched his way through their captors rank with his bare hands, leaving a trail of splattered heads and torn limbs. Equipment : Maria : A feisty and stubborn dracoth mare. Nine feet tall at the neck. [hider=My Hider] Ignore the rider [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/69/81/6b/69816be097cb6ef4dfa7ad4400c034fd.jpg[/img] [/hider] Munition grade plate [hider=Armor] [img]http://images.metmuseum.org/CRDImages/aa/web-large/scaneah11-128-1s1bw259331.jpg[/img] [/hider] Spadone : A nine feet long two-handed sword. [hider=Spadone] [img]http://www.regenyei.com/imagesB/data/images/img_0298.jpg[/img] [/hider] Schiavona : A 5 feet basket-hilted broadsword. [hider=Schiavona] [img]http://www.kultofathena.com/images/DT5173BL_l.jpg[/img] [/hider] Pair of wheellock pistols : A pair of Talosian sized wheellock pistols. [hider=Wheellock pistols] [img]http://images.metmuseum.org/CRDImages/aa/web-large/DP271143.jpg[/img] [/hider] Skills : Gifted : Duelling, Gunnery Above Average : Athleticism, Brawling, Reputation Deficient : Archery, Grace Marked ability : Talos