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[B][color=a36209]✶   P R O F I L E[/color][/B]
[indent][indent][I][b]BIRTHNAME[/b][/I]:
Egon Berengar

[I][b]OTHER NAMES[/b][/I]:
Golden Spear (Tumeken), The Undying (Amorynthia)

[I][b]AGE[/b][/I]:
36

[I][b]GENDER[/b][/I]:
Male

[I][b]RACE[/b][/I]:
Human

[I][b]BIRTHPLACE[/b][/I]:
Amor, Amorynthia

[I][b]RELIGION[/b][/I]:
Egon prays to Ith regularly, and although the man isn't the fiercest believer or follower, it has become a custom that he has picked up over the many years of service in the army alongside most of his comrades, something they did in preparation to a battle or before being assigned to any kind of long-term military operation.[/indent][/indent]

[B][color=a36209]✶   P H Y S I C A L I T Y[/color][/B]
[indent][indent][I][b]HEIGHT[/b][/I]:
6'3"

[I][b]WEIGHT[/b][/I]:
180 lbs

[I][b]APPEARANCE[/b][/I]:
Egon fits very well the image of what one would envision a veteran and weathered soldier to look like. He has a sturdy and fit build, something he developed over decades of training, and scars of varying sizes cover many parts of his body, the most striking one crossing over his face and barely missing his eye, a testament to how the man came close to his own demise several times. His skin has a light olive tone to it, with a dark brown color to his scraggly beard and short hair accompanied by his green eyes, giving the man an overall pleasant appearance that is otherwise overshadowed by his weary and scarred look and disregard for his own appearance at best of times. Overall, Egor's visage is shaped by his way of living, that of a warrior, though still a tired one, for certain.


[I][b]SKILLS, STRENGTHS & TALENTS[/b][/I]:
Egor is a trained and experienced soldier. He is a man of the battlefield and thus knows how to kill a person in effective ways. His preferred style of combat is that of the simultaneous use of the shield and spear, making for a defensive and yet nonetheless deadly combination in fights. In his hands, the long weapon feels very much just like an extension of his own body, offering versatility and deadly precision to his attacks, with speed that seems unfitting of someone of his size, the main use of those strengths being in either finishing a fight quickly with a good placed blow or otherwise wearing down tougher and more armored opponents.

Furthermore, the man has an impressive physique, carved by over a decade of combat and survival in the most desolate and dangerous of places in the continent. Though such experiences have indeed left their marks on him over the years, they still have managed to form a warrior with impressive strength, stamina, and vitality. Egon was often used as an example of what soldiers should strive to be, never letting himself lack behind in his training or his skills to rust. Such strict adherence to a practice routine comes off as almost unnatural to many people who get to know him, but those who fought beside him came to appreciate that the man was as diligent in his work as he is.

The veteran is also a skilled commander on a tactical level. Being able to assess situations of danger and how to effectively deal with them in a short and pressing period of time has been more of help to him and his companions in staying alive than his own fighting prowess. Such ability came to him not by research or reading books, but rather after much trial and error and getting out alive of situations that killed many soldiers in his place. It garnered him the respect of his companions and a reputation in the army, most of them coming to a tacit understanding that most of the time to remain alive in a situation they had only to obey Egon's commands. [i]Most of the time.[/i]

[I][b]WEAKNESSES & DRAWBACKS[/b][/I]:
Egon has never received any formal education since he was little. Other than the bare minimum in knowing how to read letters and signs, the man knows very little in the way of academic subjects. Such always proved to be problematic for him when discussing things outside of his own area of knowledge, that being mostly the battlefield. The only other area such a deficiency doesn't affect him is mostly the one surrounding the geography of the continent, something the veteran had to learn one way or the other while campaigning for the army.

Other than that, Egon has an old wound in his right thigh, and though it doesn't disrupt his physical capabilities most of the time, there are some occasions where the injury may flare up when the man over-exerts himself in the battlefield, greatly impairing his movement. Funnily enough, though such a wound was not even close to the most threatening to his life, it still proved to be the one that left the deepest mark in his body and, some may even argue, mind in general. It is also one of the big reasons the soldier takes an aggressive stance in trying to take an enemy down as quickly as possible.
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[B][color=a36209]✶   B E L O N G I N G S[/color][/B]
[indent][indent][I][b]ATTIRE[/b][/I]:
The wardrobe of the man summarizes itself in his light army clothing. A plain green laced tunic reaching waist height and with short sleeves adapted to his life in the south is what Egor is seen wearing most of the time, as well as loose-fitting black trousers and light brownish leather sandals and gauntlets. Other than that the veteran uses a simple leather armor that covers his torso as well as legs with a pair of greaves of similar material, such a choice of equipment mostly made as to not disturb his movement in combat and that he got accustomed to wearing in the hot climate of Tumeken where heavier armor may very well be more of a hindrance rather than a good defensive addition.

[I][b]WEAPONS[/b][/I]:
Egon is always accompanied by his shield and a pair of spears. The first one is in a round metal shape, with no apparent engravings on its surface, having marks of wearing and battering, as well as a couple of obvious patched holes where projectiles pierced the shield. Though such signs would indicate otherwise, this always proved to be a very reliable piece of equipment for him, made of superior metal he reckoned, one that he procured from an enemy combatant he himself had killed many years back, that had been by his side since then and saved his life many times. As for the spears, he had no such luck in procuring a similarly superior weapon and could only be content with a standard issued military one, with a wooden pole and an iron head, a gear that was not entirely uncommon to see break after much use, such being the case as to why the warrior carried a pair of them with him at all times.

[I][b]TOOLS[/b][/I]:
He brings only simple tools with himself, those used mostly for long travels and survival in the wilderness. They included a hunting knife, a couple of waterskins, medicinal herbs and bandages for dressing wounds, spices for cooking meat, trapping equipment, an assortment of food provision made to last for a long time without spoiling, as well as a traveling bag to carry all that, of course.

[I][b]PERSONAL ITEMS[/b][/I]:
Egon always carries a silver ring tied around a metal necklace that has engravings made in a strange language, as well as his golden badge that is a testament to his accomplishments while in the army, but he doesn't use it on his clothes, and just keeps it stored inside his bag.
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[B][color=a36209]✶   H I S T O R Y[/color][/B]
[indent][indent]Egon was born in Amon, the richest and most prosperous city in Tyrrania. That being, only for a few select group of individuals. Or so many would claim. To be honest, although that statement certainly held some truth to it, the man came to learn as he grew up that things were much worse in other parts of the world, so in comparison, he had the opinion that this place wasn't half-bad. That was only later in his life, though. To the youth that was Egor, this city was his whole world, and the slums that he grew up in wasn't the most pleasant of places for a child to live.

His father was a city guard and earned a meager amount for his salary in a miserable and taxing job, probably about half of the reason for him taking to drinking, and his mother worked with many other women in the open market, skinning and deboning fish for an equally unrewarding salary. Egon, being an only child, wasn't spared from the hardships of his family, having to help his mom in the market if only to earn a few extra coins. Other than that, he spent most of his days playing or fighting with other children in the slums, the latter being a common practice in these parts of the city, seemingly an early introduction to the gang-ridden dynamic of The Shambles. The boy took his fair share of bruises in the beginning, but it didn't take long for his superior physique to develop and start dishing out beatings more than he took. His mother vehemently opposed him being involved in these fights. His father, like he did most of the time, didn't care.

His relationship with his mom was very good, her being a very caring and loving person. His father, however, was very withdrawn in interacting with Egon, and his rare showings of affection were overshadowed by his drunkenness and arguments with his wife. It didn't escalate to physical aggression, as he heard happened with many of his friends' parents, but arguments weren't uncommon, and his father, rather than lashing out angrily, mostly took a detached and cold stance towards him and his mother, as if they were strangers rather than his own family. Once again, however, Egon noticed it could have been worse. For the most part, the man still helped with the house's finances, and the boy and his mom managed to get by mostly fine with regards to food and paying taxes, a good fate that many people in the Shambles couldn't partake of. That was the case until the reason for their well-being relative to other people was revealed.

His father and dozens of other guards, as well as their superiors, had been found guilty of accepting bribes to let smuggled goods into the city, something that cost the kingdom a huge amount of profit. Such a crime of avoiding the taxes imposed by the King was perhaps even worse than killing a person in broad daylight in the middle of the streets. The guilty were hanged on the public square post-haste, as an example to whoever else might have thoughts of stealing gold from the Royal Family itself. Egon, 17 at the time, only learned about his father's death from his neighbors that same night. He didn't go to see the body. To this day, he wondered to himself whether or not the man could have been implicated into the whole ordeal while still being innocent. In the end, though, he recognized that it was all wishful thinking on his part. As hard as it was for him to come to accept the fact, his father had gotten the punishment that was coming for him.

His mother fell into a state of sadness, having no will to leave the house to work for a good few weeks. The boy, seemingly less affected by the whole ordeal, went to work in his mother's place. When she was finally in a state to go back to her job, they were both faced with the fact that without his father's support the family was soon to be faced with financial difficulties in paying their taxes. The only solution Egon found, much to his mother's dismay, was to join the army. He considered whether or not joining the city guard would be better, but the difference in salary was enough to convince him towards being a soldier, considering those risked their lives in combat and were thusly better paid as to incentivize youths to keep on joining the army. It was a decision the boy made with a heavy heart, and yet, with firmness knowing that it was perhaps the only way to guarantee that his mom could still live a good enough life.

After settling her in with a trusted friend of the family and getting the papers in order so that she could take out most of the salary he received from the army in the treasury of Amor, something that was necessary for the family members of the soldiers to be able to sustain themselves while those were deployed in who knows what part of the country, Egon quickly departed for the training camp, located four or so days away from the city. It was perhaps then that the boy unexpectedly discovered his calling for life, and where his talents were put to good use.

It took perhaps one week for him to become used to the routine and training of the army. Common drills and use of weapons were what was mostly taught in the camp, in a process that lasted generally from 1 to 3 months before redeployment of the recruits to whatever place may need them and where they could receive more specialized training and be put to use at the same time. Egon surprised many instructors by displaying his mastery with the spear and discipline despite his young age, never lacking behind in practice, to an almost unnatural degree, something he carried with him to adulthood. Egon completed his training after the minimum time, one month, and was quickly deployed to the southeast of the kingdom, near the desert's border, where he was to deal with pirates and bandits that preyed upon merchants moving through that area, a place very needing of reinforcements.

Arrived at the encampment, Egon came to know the precarious situation he was in very quickly. The army there had very little support from the kingdom, with supplies being scarce at best. Officers lazed about and deliberately ignored calls for help, and casualties among soldiers deployed there were very high when they were called to act. There was even suspicion that superiors assigned to the region might be having deals under the table with the bandits of the area, with many of the soldier being bribed to keep their mouths shut when kingdom officials came to visit. It was in such a situation that the youth found himself serving in the army, a dangerous and bleak one for his future.

Even then, Egon persevered. For the next 7 years to come, the boy became a man and was carved by the hardships of battle. The soldier was close to dying many times, and still, he persevered and came out victorious in situations where others would have perished. Several of his companions, afraid for their own lives, started to trust his decisions and follow his lead, finding that victory and survival awaited them if they only did so. This bond of battle in an otherwise desperate situation created a link between these men that could not be broken, and perhaps it was the first time in his life that Egon could ever call someone his true friends. The division assigned to the region saw a sharp increase in effectiveness, and it was such that even against his superior's will they had no choice but to promote him, proceeding to give him his own company of men, including same ones he came to trust deeply, much to his delight. With this newly found authority, his salary was raised, and he could even afford to visit his mother more often, who seemed to have mostly recovered from her trauma and, albeit still being a bit worried, was happy that her son had found success. It was unfortunate that he, perhaps blinded by his own achievements and new-found kinship, failed to notice the calamity coming his way.

The bandits and their sponsors over the next two years started to complain to the army officials of the region about the situation. They had no more opportunities to grasp for profit due to Egon and his soldiers, and those military folk, seemingly also pressed by another unknown force to the man at the time, were forced to take action. Receiving reports about a band of 20 or so bandits raiding into Amorynthian lands from the Tumeken borders, he set out with his company mounted on horses to exterminate them. Arriving at the location, Egon was ambushed by a force of around 150 men, more than twice the size of his own band, and armed with equipment to match it too. With that and the element of surprise, he saw his own forces massacred by the enemy's longbows, his friends proceeding to die before his eyes, and yet he lived on, fighting and killing every enemy that came his way, making an effort to save his men to no avail. It was at that time that Egon was reminded of his mortality.

Receiving a deep piercing wound to his leg, the warrior was forced into a difficult decision as he stared dismally at the last of his forces being picked off by arrows. Either he retreated and lived another day, or he died fighting here alongside his comrade. A voice filled with hatred in his head told him to kill every single one of those people here, even if it meant he had to die with them as well. But then his mind wandered, to the image of his parents, his drunk father, his despondent and kind mother, to the faces of the ones who had died here. By now he knew they had been betrayed, and no matter how many of these bandits he killed here, the true culprits would just get away with the crimes they committed. With a heart filled with anger and the desire for vengeance, Egon spurred his horse and after a last burst of strength to break through his enemy's blockade, he retreated. Not back towards his camp, but rather, towards the desert.

He quickly escaped his pursuers that weren't too keen on following him into the hell-scape. What happened then... Well, suffice to say that the soldier had an arduous journey through the desert. To this day, what happened in those months where he was constantly between life and death still confused him. It was like a fever dream, where his memories seemed jumbled and difficult to recall. When Egon finally came to, or at least when he remembered things clearly again, he had been rescued by a patrol of New Tumek with his life hanging by a thread. It wasn't at least until two months had passed that he recovered from his wounds and was in a condition to walk normally again. A ring now hanged from his neck in a chain, carved in it what seemed like letters written in a strange language that not even after much research was he able to recognize. Trying to recall where this thing had come from brought with it a splitting headache, and after a few attempts, he decided to give up altogether, keeping the thing with him after having a feeling that it was important in some way

Finally, finding himself in a strange land and with no good plan in mind, Egon tried to make the best of his abilities in service of the city, biding his time and serving as a hunter and mercenary. His reputation didn't fail him either, and soon many people around the city started calling him "Golden Spear", as a testament to his abilities with the weapon. Waiting for an opportunity to come by, the warrior waited, the flames that stoked the hatred in his heart not abating, but rather becoming more focused than ever. The veteran spent 10 years in Tumeken, gathering wealth as well as expanding his net of influence by getting to know as many people as possible. Until the opportunity finally presented itself, with a simple letter that arrived in New Tumek, announcing the King's search for adventurers. And of course, it was not long until the Golden Spear finally got wind of it.[/indent][/indent]
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