[hider=Haljon][b]Character Sheet[/b]
[B]Name:[/b] Haljon
[B]Age:[/b] 38
[B]Gender:[/b] Male
[B]Race:[/b] Human
[B]Physical Description:[/b]
[INDENT]A towering man of stout build, Haljon stands at nearly 6'7. He is barrel-chested, and his arms are unusually long. Possessing strong, angular facial features, he may be considered ruggedly handsome by some. His eyes are deepset and a dark brown, almost black. A scar travels from his forehead to beneath his left eye, and his nose is crooked from multiple fractures. Haljon's mouth is framed by a large beard, which is complimented by bushy black brows. He seems to be permenantly coated in a layer of dirt or dust.[/INDENT]
[B]Skillset:[/b]
[INDENT]Haljon is frighteningly strong and a renowned swordsman. A capable leader of men, he is an expert at recruiting and training and noted as a strict, but effective, disciplinarian. He is also an able tactician, but his strategies are none too subtle and often quite straightforward. He has a peculiar interest in geography and cartography, and thus is especially knowledgeable about the layout of terrain and areas surrounding Dara and beyond. Haljon is also quite fond of history, especially of the mythological sort.[/INDENT]
[B]Far Ancestry:[/b]
[indent]Haljon hails from a land far to the north, one steeped with mythology. Tales of heroes and the sons of Gods abounded, along with those of treacherous sorcerers and vile monsters. He grew up listening to these tales, and his family even claimed descent from one of the many heroes; Letholdus, a towering demigod famous for having slain the Twelve Great Beasts by himself, in atonement for the egregious sin of kinslaying. Supposedly Letholdus was the child of the God of the Sky, and had the capability to throw lightning bolts. His great height was the result of his father wishing for him to closer to the sky. Being incredibly strong and tall, Haljon was often compared to Letholdus as he got older, possessing many of the same features as the hero in the tale.
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[B]Character History:[/b]
[INDENT]Haljon grew up in a village located in the far north, one without a name or place on any map. Surrounded by an icy wasteland and having never experienced any season except Winter, the village survived through ice fishing and trading with the few merchants who dared venture that far north. The fish they caught were prized for their oil, as it apparently turned flame a multitude of colors when burned. Haljon had a normal, if grueling, childhood. As the village stayed at a nearly constant population due to the climate, children were expected to take large amounts of responsibility at an early age. They were taught that duty, particularly to the village, came before all else; that a person's word was the summation of their entire being, a terrible curse befalling all those who broke theirs. 

The village often had to deal with slavers who raided the village for new slaves every few years. Supposedly, the villagers were renowned for their hardiness and made excellent laborers, and thus were favored by those who made a living through the sale of other humans. Through these attacks, the villagers learned to defend themselves, quickly becoming proficient with axes and spears. They fended off the slavers for nearly a decade. Then, one year, the slavers arrived in huge numbers. Despite the villagers best efforts, they were defeated and the entire village was sold into slavery. Haljon was thirteen when this occurred, and was particularly prized by his captors due to his already-impressive physique and young, impressionable nature. He, along with the rest of his village, was loaded onto the slaver's boats and taken far south, where they were sold at the markets of great cities.

Haljon was separated from all those he had ever known, making another trip across the sea to a forested land dotted with the odd town, inhabited by a barbaric and warlike people who called themselves the Treveri. There, he became a slave-soldier and was trained in the arts of war. He became quite skilled, and he distinguished himself on several occasions in the frequent battles and skirmishes the Treveri fought. By the age of seventeen he had reached his full, towering height and was famous across the land as being a fearsome warrior. The Treveri granted him his freedom then, and offered him an official place amongst their warrior-ranks. But the Treveri had been cruel masters, and so Haljon fled the tribe in the dead of night. He boarded the first ship he found, trading one of the many prizes he had collected over the years for passage. He arrived in Dara some months later, and once again made a name for himself as a great warrior. At eighteen, he was selected as one of the adventures who would assault Melazus. The event changed him greatly, and after the battle he joined the Khavi. Haljon swiftly rose through the ranks, becoming commander at the age of twenty-eight.[/INDENT]
[B]Psychological Profile:[/b]
[INDENT]Before Melazus, Haljon was known as an affable, boisterous character who was fond of light-hearted jests. Now, he bears little resemblance to this past self. His ability to make light of any and all situations was lost in Melazus. The man that emerged from it's catacombs was a far darker one than had entered. Suffice to say, Haljon is a more solemn man than he had been. He has become something of an alcoholic, often found drinking copious amounts of wheat ale at his favorite tavern while off-duty. Worst of all, a deep-rooted fear of the forces he witnessed at play in Melazus has developed within him; though he has never admitted this to anyone, even himself. So suppressed is this fact, his conscious mind is unaware of it. Despite all of this, Haljon takes his responsibilities very seriously and has yet to fail to live up to them. He believes his duty to the city comes before all else. His word and reputation mean everything to him, as they are some of the few things he truly values.[/INDENT]
[B]Equipment:[/b] 
[INDENT]Haljon wears a thick cuirass of lamellar, as well as vambraces and greaves made of the same material. Underneath all this he wears a long mail shirt that goes to his knees (hauberk). The rest of his outfit is made up of boiled leather, covering his thighs and shoulders. His boots are made of this material, as are his gauntlets. Haljon typically does not wear a helm. He has a massive two-handed iron sword that measures five feet long, slung across his back in an intricate sheath. It was the same sword he used while assaulting Melazus, and he has since dubbed it "Limbcleaver". A knife with a wide blade is sheathed at his belt. Haljon possesses a trained warhorse as well, a sturdy brown steed of uncertain breed he affectionately calls "Grendel".[/INDENT]
[b]Titles/Holdings/Power Base:[/b]
[indent]As commander of the Khavi, Haljon wields significant influence in matters concerning crime, the defense of the city, and Dara's military. Since he is responsible for the general well-being of Dara and the upholding of it's laws, he has a large say in it's daily activities. Haljon is an honorable and just Captain however, and is well-respected by Dara's populace. His second-in-command, Cyrus, handles much of the Khavi's day-to-day responsibilities, such as patrols and training. Haljon focuses on the upkeep of the organization and handling it's contacts within the city. He is aided greatly by his personal steward, Jahan, who is in charge of the logistical aspects of the Khavi's upkeep.[/indent]
[b]Relationships[/b]
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