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[b]Name[/b]: Geldyr Falenhearth
[b]Age[/b]: He's seen 30 name days
[b]House/Affilitation[/b]: Hightower

[b]Appearance[/b]: (Or description): His hair is black and worn in an unkempt fashion, pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head. His skin is fair but ruddy. He has a noticeable fit and trim body, with practiced hard muscle, though lean. His face is not unhandsome, in a half commoner sort of way. He has a small scar on his left cheek, as well as 4 scars along his back, 2 criss crossing on his right bicep and one on the back of his left hand. He wears a torn wool vest over a grey-tan shirt. He wears a sarashi over both of his hands and forearms, leaving his fingers unwrapped. His feet are covered with sturdy traveling shoes. He wears halfplate armor, compromising of a breastplate, pauldrons, bracers, and thigh guards made of plate mail. 

[b]Biography[/b]: Born the bastard of a minor lord in the Storm lands, he wasn't even given a chance at the life of a Lordly house, having been rejected by the father he never knew. So he took his mother's maiden name for his own, Falenhearth. He was very much treated like a bastard growing up, his mother doing her best to provide for him working in the local winery. He was often treated like a stray dog or an unwanted guest by the townsfolk. By age 8, he had felt very much like a burden to his mother, despite her professings of the contrary. Even at such a young age, he felt so very out of place in the small town. 

The Seven smiled upon him, for on his ninth birthday he pleaded a local Knight to take him as his page. Geldyr was not even entirely sure of what that entailed, but he needed to go somewhere else. Do [i]something[/i] else. The bandits of the region had been growing ever bolder, and the Knight knew it would continue as such. He accepted, and there was a transformation that occurred in young Geldyr when he picked up his first sword in the training yard. It felt natural, and he felt whole for the first time, as if the father who left had always been there in the form of the weapon in his hand. 

The next eight years went by quickly. He learned how to saddle a horse and strap on armor, as well as less mundane skills such as archery, swordsmanship, horsemanship, and even the usage of the spear and mace. By age 17 he was Knighted, something he had been told for many years as something that was extremely unlikely to happen for his lack of wealth. But he had been rewarded for his noble deeds in quelling a bandit raid upon an outlying town where his master had been killed. He took up his old friend's sword, and slew his attackers. Two had been felled by his master, but Geldyr slew three, as the other four fled into the woods. He used the resources that was now available to him as a Knight to find the bandits that had escaped, before he traveled eastward and sought to carve a name for himself. 

He was to be no mere mercenary. He had seen too many of them to be keen on that line of work, so he instead sought to be a retainer in a notable house, and found his place as a household guard for house Hightower at age 19. The next 11 years would be much akin to the past four. With superb soldiery and fierce dedication, he served his master well and climbed the ranks to be Hightower's chosen sword and Champion should they require a matter to be settle with a trial by combat. 

[b]Personality[/b]: Determined, skilled, and passionate are the three words that can describe Geldyr. He is introverted, but confident. Geldyr has a compassionate heart, but a strong sense of justice and a streak of ruthlessness should the situation call for it. He's bound by an unspoken honor code and is determined to live by it. A better way to explain it would be, he follows his rational thought that has been transformed by his ideals. It's worked so far. He enjoys learning new things, and he expresses himself through his sword play and actions, rather than his words.  
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