Name: Crom Vastil

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Appearance: Crom's overall appearance is a bit haggard, a far cry from the triumphant knight that once bore his name. He's relatively tall, standing a few inches over six feet in height, and has a strong, muscular frame with broad shoulders. His skin is neither exceptionally tan nor pale, and is littered with a number of scars from years of military service. His eyes are a light blue-grey, and seem to carry a certain disillusionment behind them, despite his generally warm demeanor. His hair is sandy blonde and somewhat unkempt, nearly reaching his shoulders. A few streaks of grey line the mop, signs of intense stress over the years. He has strong facial features, and he nearly always has a slight stubble.

 Crom's clothing is appropriate for a wanderer, and it shows the wear of his travels. He wears a long duster made of a tough dark brown leather, sporting tattered edges and a number of holes from lack of maintenance. The coat fastens with three buttons at his mid torso. Beneath the duster, he wears a soft, white, long-sleeved shirt that bears a number of stains. Over the shirt he wears a thick vest of woven black fabric. The vest fastens with a row of tarnished silver buttons running up its center At his waist is a belt of black leather that carries the sheathe for his sword, as well as his flask and a few other items of importance. His pants are made of a tough black fabric and are tucked into a pair of rugged boots, obviously meant to stand up to the rigors of constant travel. The leather they are crafted from seems battered, but still sturdy enough.

 Crom often wears a wide-brimmed hat made of brown felt. The hat has a few cuts in the edges of it's brim and has a sea-green feather tucked in the band. Like the rest of his clothing, the hat obviously has seen quite a bit of abuse, though it still holds its form.

Weapons/Belongings: Crom's primary weapon is the only memento left from his time as the Captain of Esterl's Royal Guard. Every knight of Esterl has a personal blade fashioned in their honor. Crom's sword, Kingfisher, is an excellent example of the pride Esterlian blacksmiths take in their work. It is a bit longer than the average longsword, but the blade is extremely thin, only slightly wider than a rapier. Despite this, both edges are razor sharp, though it still is primarily a thrusting weapon. The blade is made of tempered Esterlian steel, forged through a process known only to the blacksmiths of the island nation. The weapon has a sweeping guard that partially covers the user's hand. The guard is made of silver, that Crom keeps polished despite the disrepair of his other belongings. The guard bears an engraving of a bird with a serpent hanging from it's mouth. The hilt of the weapon is made of what seems to be whalebone, and has a smooth, polished surface. The pommel of the weapon has a small sapphire set in it's base.

 The sheathe of the weapon is made of a light wood, ornamented with silver and whalebone. A small silver plate near the mouth of the scabbard bears the same insignia as Kingfisher's guard. Crom's only other weapon is a small dagger with a double-edged blade roughly seven inches in length. The hilt is made of a dark wood, with a crossguard made of silver. The pommel is a small orb made of the same silver.

 Outside of his weapons and clothing, Crom's personal items are few and far between. He keeps a large flask fastened at his hip, a vessel that is almost always filled with the most foul-smelling and intoxicating beverages imaginable. The flask is simple in appearance, seemingly made of brass, though the metal has faced quite a bit of tarnish. It is sealed with a cork. 

Crom also carries a silver locket with him. The necklace seems to have been crafted by masterful hands, and appears to be very expensive. The exterior is engraved with a insignia resembling a flame, and the interior bears a portrait of a young woman. Crom keeps the locket hidden away, and is quiet about it's origins.

Personality: Crom, in general, seems quite friendly, if a bit gruff. He is not quick to judge others, and tends to make friends wherever he goes. He drinks almost constantly, keeping multiple flasks of the most intoxicating drinks on him at any given time. Despite his constant alcohol consumption, he rarely actually appears drunk, probably a side effect of how long his habit has persisted. Beneath the surface, Crom hides the image of a broken man, a disillusioned soldier who has lost everything he ever had. There is a deep-rooted depression that dwells within the former Captain, a sadness that he keeps tucked deep beneath his amiable exterior. If a situation comes to blows, Crom's extensive military training becomes prevalent. He fights with a combination of near unparalleled swordsmanship and barfight brutality. Opponents are usually shocked by the mixture of finesse and brute force. Crom does not particularly like taking lives, but will if the need arises.

History: Crom was once the Captain of the Royal Guard in Esterl, an island nation to the north. He outperformed his peers in nearly every facet of combat, and gained many distinguished honors as a soldier before his ascension to the Royal Guard. All this prestige fell apart however, when his personal failings led to the assassination of the nation's royal family. Crom was exiled for his blunder, and stripped of all rank and property. His honor broken beyond repair, the swordsman became a wandering vagrant, taking odd mercenary jobs when he could find them and developing a taste for strong drink. His travels eventually led him to Pomria. What exactly he seeks in the jungle is unknown, perhaps even to the man himself. Maybe he seeks some kind of redemption, perhaps an adventure to distract him from his failures, or perhaps he just seeks a place to die.