"Tha call of battle echoes too loud to ignore."
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Name

Reignald The Old (Formerly, Reignald the Omen)

Race / Age

Human

Personality

Reignald is a hard man to decipher, and who he is changes a lot from who you ask. People in his hometown will tell you he is a gentle giant. Constantly helping around the village, always with a smile on his face. He will always have kind words for those who approach him, and will serve as shoulder to cry on when needed. Despite being strong as a bull, he wouldn't hurt a fly. A bit overprotective of his daughter, Alana, but ultimately a kind man. The nickname "The Old" just elevates his status as village grandpa.

On the other hand, the men under his command back in his warring days would tell you he was a beast. Stories still spread around camps of the time he broke a man's arm just for daring sneeze while in formation. Ruthless, merciless, and hard as stone. His battlebrothers thought of calling him "the beast" but only stopped out of fear of him ever finding out. Instead, they settled for Reignald the Omen, for when he stepped on the battlefield, it was a sign the tide of battle was about to change. 

Backstory

Reignald was born in a small household in the capital, son of a blacksmith and a tailor. Due to his economical situation, he started helping his father in the shop at a very young age. He grew big and strong through the hard labor of the forge, and by his late teens, he was already the sort of man you would not want to pick a fight with. Despite his lack of combat training, Reignald knew everything his father had to teach him about weaponry.But his place was not making swords, but wielding them. In the same way a blade is forged first with fire and hammer, Reignald had already forged his body, and just like a sword, it was time for him to be tested in battle. He joined the army at age 20. Although he tried to convince himself he did it to repay some of the resources his family had spent raising him, this was far from the truth. Reginald wanted to experience war. He wanted to taste the bloodshed and the real cruelty this world had to offer. 

He fought numerous battles in the name of his nation, and by age 40, he had cemented a reputation as a brutal force in the battlefield. This ensured him a small commanding rank, and a little plot of land to call his own. In the span of a couple of years his unit had become efficient, effective, and most importantly, deadly.  It wouldnt be until 4 years later that he decided to retire, without much explanation, leaving the command of his men to a trusted aprentice. He would lead a peaceful life for another 6 years, allowing himself to enjoy the fruits of a lifetime of service. But his sword yearned for the embrace of its master, and Reignald knew, deep within, he was born for war.

He tried to re-enlist, but instead, go directed somewhere else. His achivements had not gone unnoticed after all. 

[i]"The Virtous Company, eh? Count me in" [/i]

Physical Talents
Proficiency with sword, armor and shield. Military discipline. Blacksmithing skills. Above average strenght. 

Magical Talents
Reignald never had access to magical training, so he lacks the ability to use it or understand it.

Equipment
His sword (nicknamed "Lullaby")
Full plate armor.
His shield.
A small satchel back, attached to his sword's hilt.
Rations, and a variety of healing and stimulant herbs.

Fears
Reignald constantly questions why exactly does he fight. Constantly tries to convince himself that he is a good person, and that he fights for his country and his ideals. Deep inside, he is afraid to akcnowledge that maybe, just maybe, he is as brutal and savage as the kid in his block once thought he was