I pledge zero loyalty and especially no honour to the High Ruler of the Empire. May he sucketh mine balls as I shed my blood in his blasted name. [hider=Robin Throckmorton] [center][b][i]Name :[/i][/b] Robin Throckmorton [b][i]Nicknames :[/i][/b] Nope [b][i]Gender :[/i][/b] Male [i][b]Age and birthday :[/b][/i] 36, born on the 19th of Februari 1266 [i][b]Origin :[/b][/i] Robin is a poor farmer's sixth son, three of his older siblings not having survived childhood, and hails from a relatively large village near Roduma. [i][b]Length and build :[/b][/i] 1.74m, fairly slim [i][b]Weight :[/b][/i] 68kg [i][b]Sexuality :[/b][/i] Wine and women [/center] ------------------------ [center] [i][b]Appearances :[/b][/i] [img=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/2636796561_ee3210b3ce_m.jpg] Robin Throckmorton is a fairly average looking man. He has short brown hairs and a bushy and wild brown beard and moustache. He has very expressive eyebrows and almond eyes hidden deep in their sockets. He has an experienced and capable look in his eyes, but also a rather menacing one. He has a 'fresh' face with the skin colour most in the Empire have, but age and continued exposure to weather and warfare have drawn thin lines in his face, along with small scars. [/center] ------------------------ [center] [i][b]Occupation :[/b][/i] Pikeman in the 16th Legion. [i][b]Favorite phrase/saying :[/b][/i] Stick them with the pointy end, be they horses, men, ... or women. [i][b]Favorite Food :[/b][/i] He has lots of favourite foods. He does like honey-soaked boar-roast the most though. [b][i]Favorite Weather and Season :[/i][/b] Sunny with medium cloud coverage and a soft breeze. The best weather for doing boring outside tasks such as marching or standing guard. [i][b]Patron God/Goddess :[/b][/i] Rolor ofcourse. Nothing can beat a pike formation from charging the frontal end, and anyone trying to do so should be smitten down by Rolor. However, Robin isn't exactly that religious. If he prays to someone it's in a pinch during battle, and then it's often Rolor that receives his prayers. [/center] ----------------------- [center] [i][b]Personality :[/b][/i] Robin is a pragmatic and very practical man. He'll do anything to get what he wants, and luckily for his superiors he is a man that is easily statisfied. He isn't really smart nor brave nor anything that makes him outstanding, except that he is very stubborn in his pragmatic spirit. That aside he is a very jovial man around who you can feel very comfortable, while at the same time not at all. He is quite cynical about the situation of the military, and has agrim and fatalistic attitude and sense of humour. Summarized, he is a good man that was dyed in the wool. [i][b]History :[/b][/i] Robin was born to a relative averagely poor farmer, as the sixth of his sons. Three of his elder siblings, a lass and a lad, died during childhood, and his only younger sibling died quickly aswell, the harsh reality of peasant life. His father's patch of land had been snippered over the course of decades due to theor family distributing all wealth equally over their sons, leading to the point where the land was so small it was hardly able to sustain all of them. As a result, their father decided to only gran tland to his eldest son, much to the discontent of the younger siblings. However, Robin, being the youngest, always knew he'd always pull the shorest end in heritage affairs, and that the poor state of his family would not gain him anything but a short and uneventful life quickly ended by disease or famine. So, as his village was situated on the main road to Roduma, a place where the Imperial legions sometimes paused while marching, he ran off, joining the legion as it went. The Imperial Legions are the first and foremost sign of the decay of an effective central government in the Empire. Originally it was meant as a device of social promotion, and all true citizens of Rehon nearly served in the legions to eventually get civil positions after their terms and help lead the Empire. However, as the borders expanded local auxilaries appeared in the armies, hoping to gain citizienship through service, along with all rights and duties of it. Slowly their growing numbers drove the native Rehonians out of the army, untill the legions consisted mostly of non citiziens. However, there still is a good portion of them left, most serving in the center of the Empire, away from most dangers. This, along with fund cuts deteriorated the state of the legions untill most stepped away from the typical uniforms that once conquered the known world. Different units and types of soldiers grew as the auxilaries joined, dependant on the local enemies they had to fight. This resulted As a result, Robin, despite his young age of 11 years, was accepted into the 16th Legion, one that had been stationed in the Region of Awom, where units had developped the use of pike and arbalest, heavily drilled to withstand heavy cavalry charges aswell as most infantry threats. After training in the ways of the pike and sword, aswell as a limited training in operating the heavy arbalests of their collegues that they had to protect, their unit, consisting of 500 pikemen along with 500 arbelesters, had been called to the frontlines in Nurvlin, where they were to give fight to the cavalry of the barbarians. The pikemen and arbalesters proved to be a very efficient fighting force, but after a disastrous ambush where their pike formation was broken, they were withdrawn after heavy casualties. They have been flickering towards and away from the front repeatedly, a vicious cycle that has continued untill recently. Now, recently filled up with new recruits up to operational numbers, all having received the required basic training, they are awaiting redeployment to either the frontlines or the 16th Legion itself, where they will help maintain public order in Awom for yet another few uneventful and calm years. [i][b]Theme song :[/b][/i] Nope. [/center] --------------------- [center] [i][b]Clothing and/or armor :[/b][/i] Robin wears the standard olive green one piece hoses of the pikemen corps, along with a simple white tunic. Over that he often wears a rather old blue overcoat, giving him a rather ordinary appearance, with some sloppy edges. He has sturdy leather marching boots he wears at all times, along with thick leather gauntlets he also received from the military. When he joined the legion he got the typical armour all pikemen wore, a simple brigandine over a thick gambeson. The brigandine is in the typical green colour of the pikemen corps, and consists of dozens of small metal plates rivetted together in a sturdy vest. Along with that they received large kettle helmets, the most practicl kind of headwear in existence. Protects from all kinds of weapons, especially arrows, and the large brim will catch devastating downward blows before they come close to your face. Along with that they received sturdy leather marching boots and gauntlets, allowing them to handle the pike and stand ground efficiently. Their weapons consist of a 5.8m long pike, the most simple kind you can imagine, along with a rather short falchion. The heavy sword was perfect for the cramped situation one would find himself in should a formation break. The point was perfect for stabbing, the heavy blade perfect for deliver grievous wounds, an the small handguard it had was a very nifty tool for transforming faces into works of art, aswell as desperate parries. Over the years Robin however 'upgraded' his armour with a suit of mail that reach to his elbows and just below his brigandine, aswell as plated mittens that further protect his hands from the rather dangerous job as pikeman. Along with that he bought some basic pleyns with small cuisses and greaves, protecting the area around his knee. He also bought a very mean misericorde, that can find its way through armour like sand and is long and sharp enough to tickle your armpit when stabbed in the other. [i][b][u]Tools and weapons :[/u][/b][/i] ======= [b][u]Name :[/u][/b] Pike [u][b]Description :[/b][/u] Stabbing people. [i][b]Appearance :[/b][/i] [img=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYGc_MWwkfw/ST85aKkOLtI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rAqgWFl5RCo/s1600/710_pikemen_battle.jpg] ======= [b][u]Name :[/u][/b] Falchion [u][b]Description :[/b][/u] Chop, cut, stab, poke. His one has a slightly broader blade though for more Yoink. [i][b]Appearance :[/b][/i] [img=http://www.arms-armor.com/ew/ew_images/image?EwImage=921108aa-267e-49a6-a924-c1f35e41650b&Filter=77c1217a-447d-4780-83bd-af3cc79a9487] ======= [b][u]Name :[/u][/b] Misericorde [u][b]Description :[/b][/u] The mercy-giver of "Idon'twantthatpokingmyarmpit". [i][b]Appearance :[/b][/i] [img=http://preview.turbosquid.com/Preview/2011/06/06__07_11_09/1.jpgdc2dfbf5-1285-4b0d-96b7-e41adaaef17eLarge.jpg] ======= [/center] --------------------------------------- [center] [b][u]Skill/Abilities :[/u][/b] Robin is a veteran pikeman, and as such is very proficient with the pike, and knows exactly what to do in every situation a pikeman can find himself in. He is a decent swordsman, fighting so dirty your eyes are gouged out by it, and can handle himself in a wrestling fight. Yes, when pikes meet infantry, infantry tends to crawl under the pikes and yoink the pikemen's balls, unless the pikemen get the same idea and yoink back a lot harder. --------------------------------------- [i][b][u]Traits[/u][/b][/i] He is stubborn, likes women, likes alcohol in all its forms, also likes food in most of its forms, he also likes doing nothing when he knows his fellows are marching or standing guard. You know, the profiteer kind of guy. He also likes butterflies. [/center][/hider]