[hider=Hanir][center][img]http://middle-earthencyclopedia.weebly.com/uploads/3/8/2/9/3829140/7693516.png[/img] [sub]Hanir | 38 | Human[/sub] [/center] [indent][sub]A P P E R A N C E :[/sub][/indent] [indent][indent]A tall and powerfully built man with tanned skin and coal black hair, Hanir takes great care of his appearance. To the point of being considered vain by the others. His hair is cut at a medium length, usually tied back inside the helmet or braided depending on the situation, while his jaw is covered by a carefully trimmed beard. And his forehead is marked by the tattoo of his family's heraldry, a black sun. Despite his obsession with maintaining appearances, Hanir has his fair shares of scars, which he more often than not tries to hide with a multitude of powders, oils and other products that are frustratingly hard to find, specially when travelling with the Legion. [/indent][/indent] [sub][Indent]M I N D :[/indent][/sub] [indent][indent]As befitting of his aristocratic upbringing, Hanir is a firm believer in Order and Hierarchy. That is, for the world to work properly, power must be held by those of superior breeding and skill. As they are the only ones capable of ensuring the continued survival of ordered civilization. Needless to say, Hanir sees himself as one of these "Leaders". The fact that he has been disowned and is technically not part of the Saga clan anymore is but a minor obstacle. Once he finds a way to prove himself in battle again this mistake will be easily corrected. You just wait. Hanir's beliefs also state a clear code of behavior, duties, rights and privileges that come with rank. For example, a nobleman may live in wealth and opulence, but he also must prove himself worthy of the total obedience of his inferiors. While the serf must show total loyalty to his master in exchange of protection. Failure to follow these rules, at least according to Hanir, should be met with severe retribution. Hanir has also always been respectful and observant to the gods of his homeland, as befitting a man of his station, but ever since his exile, this devotion has solidified into a fervent worship of Zaal-Kefreni, Protector of the Lost and Wayward Souls. Not a day passes in which Hanir fails to offer the proper prayers and incenses to the gods before starting his own preparations for the day. Despite this devotion, Hanir prefers to maintain his religious affairs private. As a member of an esteemed and revered noble bloodline (never mind what the folks back home say, it was just a silly misunderstanding) Hanir believes that he deserves the privilege that come with rank. He also realizes that his current reality makes it impossible for him to fully enjoy his deserved rights. Likewise, if he's sometimes forced to behave in a way unfitting with a man of his status and breeding, well, the circumstances forced his hands. Adding yet another shame that will he will have to purge from his name. This need to wash his honor and regain his lost status are one of the main motivators for his devotion to the Legion. The other being the fact that as befitting his own code of honor,Hanir owes Tarkus and by proxy the Undying his total obedience as their servant [/indent][/indent] [Indent][sub]H I S T O R Y:[/sub][/Indent] [indent][indent]The Saga Clan was once one of the most influential and wealthy families of the Ilanid Confederacy, controlling the wealthy trade port of Tar-Mirish, a mighty merchant fleet and vast estates in the countryside. Then along came Caesius and his legions. The slaves rose up and burned the estates and farms, and the golden host outfitted by Saga-Mahur was slaughtered and routed. The Saga barely survived the war by switching sides, with vastly reduced prestige and wealth. Still they lingered, working with shrewdness and cunning to gradually restore their standing. By the time Caesius died, Tar-Mirish had yet to recover from the sack. Its walls decayed in disrepair (actually, one of the clauses of the treaty stated that the walls were not to be repaired before a century had passed)but the Saga had started to pick themselves up. It's here that Hanir comes in. The nephew of the current family head, he was sent to join the ranks of the Legion once he reached appropriate age. Both as a way to gain more prestige and connections and to act as a hostage to ensure his clan's obedience. When the civil war started, the then young man found himself fighting for Tarkus and the Imperial heirs against the Undying, while the rest of his clan pledged allegiance to the usurpers (the humiliation suffered in the hands of the Legion would never be forgotten). Unwilling to desert, for it would bring shame to his name, Hanir was officially disowned and cast away from the Saga Clan, never to return to their halls under pain of death. Usually this exile is a final sentence in Ilanid culture, though history and folklore are filled with tales of great heroes who manage to reverse their banishment after doing some grandiose deed and covering themselves with glory. Hanir has latched to this goal, convincing himself that he just needs to do enough to wash his honor and be accepted by his Clan. [/indent][/indent] [Indent][sub]M O D U S O P R E R A N D I:[/sub][/INDENT] [INDENT][INDENT]Wearing plate armor and welding a thick shield and heavy morningstar, Hanir fights alongside the shock troops of the Legion. Oftentimes leading a wedge of soldiers to break an enemy shield wall or charging their flanks while they are pinned in place by the phalanx. Hanir fights aggressively, trusting his brute force to overwhelm the enemy and his plate to protect him while he does so. As befitting of his noble origins and training, Hanir also has a decent skill as a rider and with the lance. And though sometimes he is called upon to ride down the enemies of the Undying, Hanir is an infantryman through and through. His size has also meant that sometimes Hanir is called upon to take part in certain jobs that are, frankly, below someone of his breeding and rank. Such as carrying heavy loads, helping the sappers and whatnot. Still, he obeys, for this is his duty. [/INDENT][/INDENT] [Indent][sub]O P I N I O N S O N O T H E R S[/sub][/INDENT] [INDENT][INDENT] [@neogreggory][b][i] Arthur Wick[/i][/b]: One of the finest members of the Legion, Arthur Wick is a man of noble and high breeding. And it shows. A good warrior and skilled tactician, besides being an influential figure within the Legion. The only problem with him is his lack of refinement. The two of them do share the occasional glass of wine to talk about the finer things of life, but more often than not Arthur fails to act as befitting his superior position, both as a noble and as an important officer within the Legion. Still, Hanir muses, their current situation forces them all to make sacrifices for the greater good, even though he wishes that Arthur put more effort in doing things the proper way. [@Virgil][i][b]Myaenthar'Sul:[/b][/i] If there's one good thing that Hanir can say about the Kobold, and there aren't that many to start with, is that the little Ratman knows his place. Ever since the Empire conquered Ilani many of the Lesser Races forgot their place. The whole pathetic farce that is the Anthem only making things worse. But we're losing focus here. The Kobold is useful for the odd jobs here and there, and since he does a good enough job and has yet to steal anything, Hanir will continue to use his services and treat him like one should treat any other servant. But woe to the ratman if he even thinks of placing his filthy hands on Hanir's prized heirlooms. [@Tancuras][b][i]Reika[/i]:[/b] The young barbarian is, and Hanir found that rather surprising, not as intolerable as he first thought. Sure, the young man is completely unrefined, ignorant and can't speak the Common Tongue all that well, but from what little interaction the two of them have had in the past, Hanir knows the barbarian has a code of honor, as unrefined and primitive as it may be, its still shows that the savage is not an entirely mindless beast. Even if one could be forgiven for thinking so after watching him fight. The fact that he appears to use blood magic however, makes Hanir weary. He doubts the savage has any proper training on how to wield this kind of power. And everyone knows this is just a disaster in the making. Besides that, Hanir doesn't thinks much about the savage. [@Lexicon][i][b]Magatha Toil:[/b][/i] Hanir still harbors some suspicions about the Godling, nevermind that her very existence is something to be wary of, but the circumstances of her admission into the Legion have only made the distrust worse. However, Hanir has to admit that so far she has given him no actual reason for the distrust. For all intents and purposes she has proved to be a skilled and personable soldier. The rank and file usually likes her, and though her apparent disrespect for the Voice of War is grating, she hasn't done anything else to truly justify Hanir's suspicions . And yet, sometimes, he finds himself keeping an eye on her. If only to quell the uneasiness in his gut whenever she's around. [@Iuniper][b][i] Aeudla Vesnat:[/i][/b] The elf is a strange one. She never really fit into Hanir's preconceived notions about either elves, sorcerers or tribals, not necessarily a good thing mind you. It's clear from the few conversations they shared that Aeudla never had any formal education on how to use her powers, she probably can't even read, and as far as Hanir is concerned she isn't quite that right in the head. Regardless of that, Hanir realizes that she's truly skilled at what she does, one could wonder what the Elf could do if given proper training. So he treats her with respect, or at least as much as he can manage for someone in her position, while trying to keep his distance out of the battlefield. [@Athinar][b][i]Andrea Albane, The Silver Champion[/i][/b]: Hanir thinks that calling a simple killer "Champion" is an insult to all the true and noble heroes that have received the title over the course of history. Andrea may hail from a noble family but she does not behaves as befitting her station. That's just adding salt to the injury. For while Arthur may lack some refinement, the man is at least still knowledgeable enough to hold an interesting conversation in topics that aren't related to slaughtering one's enemies, the "Champion" on the other hand seems to think only of killing and battle. A fine mindset for a primitive barbarian or lowly Orc. But for completely inappropriate for one supposedly hailing from the ranks of nobility. Nevertheless, despite his personal opinions, it would be unseemly for Hanir to show blatant disrespect for a fellow aristocrat, even one as relapsed as her. So he treats her with the respect her rank grants her, but makes no attempt of bonding or camaraderie as he does with Arthur and the other nobles in the Legion. [@Hexaflexagon]:[b][i]Verse[/i][/b]: Hanir thinks of himself as more tolerant than his fellows when it comes to blood magic and sorcery in general, an educated and refined nobleman like him has no place for peasant superstitions. But even an enlightened man like him finds Verse, and the Tainted in general, deeply unsettling by their very nature. Her previous association with the Anthem and behavior so far has only served to make his opinion of her even worse. In short, Hanir considers the woman little more than a coarse, wild, and rude beast, and counts the day to when she will eventually have to be put down, even if she does have some kind of primordial allure about her, probably the result of magic. Despite his opinions of her, Hanir will treat Verse with the respect her position as a member of the Legion earns her. [@Dark Wind]: [i][b]The White Raven[/b][/i]: Very pleasant company, Lady Aurelain is the most educated and refined member of the Legion that Hanir met so far, with the exception of himself of course. As such he holds the mage in high regard, for in the Legion company of such pedigree and elegance is hard to find. The fact that she has formal training in blood magic also sets Hanir at ease when compared to the other mages, wizards and sorcerers among the ranks of the Second. Her aloofness is somewhat off putting, but its only proper for a young lady of her station to avoid mingling with her inferiors. [@Dogematix]: [b][i]Marcus Vantiri [/i][/b]: The boy would be just another forgettable, faceless grunt if not for his smart mouth and cooking. The first one has already earned him many a justified flogging. The second, however has earned him a fair bit of coin from Hanir himself. The peasant does not holds a candle to the master cooks employed in his clan's palaces. But alas, these times force even one as high and esteemed as Hanir to make do with what he can find. And more often than not that "what" is paying the former urchin to cook him some special meals for specific occasions once in a while. 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