[hider=Smith, the returning warrior] Name Phillip Smith. He goes, most often times, simply by 'Smith' Gender Male Age 27 Ethnicity Borkish [img=http://i39.servimg.com/u/f39/16/77/80/76/smith11.jpg] Faction(Bandits/townsfolk) Tonwsfolk! Rank/Role Blacksmith -> Soldier, drafted into war of succession -> Returned to being the Blacksmith -Lieutenant of the military Items/Equipment Backsword - a single edged sword, with the slashing edge along the back-side of the blade rather than the front Quarterstaff - a long wooden pole used for travel and combat Skills/Talents Moderate combat capabilities with most weapons, but preference lies in pole arms or swords General survival skills; foraging, hunting, etc Writing - more of a passion than a skill, but the man does enjoy the arts! Metalworking - He worked as the smith of Nelhm for a considerable time Personality An extremely charismatic individual, Smith tries to be charming and witty as much as he possibly can; snide remarks and snarky comments are his forte. However, he does behave like a proper gentleman for the most part, despite these snarky habits, and is easy to consider a likeable fellow. In more serious moments his gaze hardens into an analytical state, however, and his humorous demeanor is replaced by a much more terse and blunt disposition. Quite literally a shift from hot to cold. He does carry pacifistic ideals, however, and as the town blacksmith very rarely dubs it necessary to forge arms. [/hider] [hider=backstory] Smith, as he likes to go by, is but a simple man who hails from Nelhm. Coming into possession of the local Smithy through inheriting it from the previous owner- a kindly old man who went by the name Gavin- he has run it smoothly and amicably. This placed the man in a rather respected position amongst the community, one whose considerable attempts at charm were quite endearing. His pseudo-charm did swoon one particular maiden, however, and the two were wed, or at least considered monogamous. Her name is Helena Cather, a Frankish woman who immigrated to Nelhm some time ago for unexplained reasons. The two were quite close, and were even talking of children-- and then war struck the land. Smith ended up drafted into service, and reluctantly left his wife in charge of smithy the until his return to Nelhm; a promise he swore to uphold. ----- Valtakunda entered civil war. The line of succession was disputed-- brother pit against brother in a bloody conflict that split the nation asunder. Neighbors were cast against neighbors, and even families were split apart by the conflict. Father fought son. Mothers and sisters across the nation wept as blood was spilt. The old king is dead. Long live the king. These words were cried all over the nation. To some, however, it held different meaning; Some cried these words, speaking of Darius, the older of the two brothers, whilst others still vied for Xavier, the younger of the two. Darius held the right of birth, being the older, but Xavier claimed that their father named him the successor in the royal will, which mysteriously disappeared-- casting a shadow on both. Their disputes ran amok, and eventually escalated into violence...and finally full-fledged war. ----- The war ended two years ago. Smith has yet to return for those two whole years, as his military conscription kept him tied up in affairs for time yet. He was the equivalent of a lieutenant by the time his service ended, and his conscription declared moot. It is here that his story continues; his return home after many years of military service. [/hider] Just say so if I went w a a a y off-scope or anything, or stepped on anyone's toes, or-or..or...anything really xD