[hider=Jartod v2] [CENTER][h1][color=slategray][b]Jartod “The Just”[/b][/color][/h1] ________________________________________ [sup][color=silver]"I wish to die with a sword in my hand, not sleeping on a bed. "[/color][/sup] [img]https://pre00.deviantart.net/7279/th/pre/i/2017/055/3/c/misty_warrior_by_shoz_art-db071vm.jpg[/img] [img]IMAGE/BANNER[/img] [h3][sup][sup][color=slategray]Jartod Redwater [color=slategray]♦[/color] 34 [color=slategray]♦[/color] S E X [color=slategray]♦[/color] Lawful Neutral[/color][/sup][/sup][/h3][/CENTER] [COLOR=slategray][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Ω O R I G I N S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT] ________________________________________ [/COLOR][indent][indent][i][color=silver] To understand where I am from, one must assume a place where the law and the order was given by a one man, a tyrant per say. A tyrant who heeded no religion or organized group's doctrine. Instead, he heeded his own will and his own power. I was born into a fort, of a well-known bandit known as Grozak "The Fearless". My mother another fellow bandit who my father fell in love with, I don't remember much about her, however she was there with me during my early days and brought me up. Regardless as a kid I wandered around a fort, with other bandits. A few kids were seen in the fort, but I really didn't play or do anything of fun nature that much. Most of my childhood was me learning how to read and write, and something my father insisted on. However, my first taste of actual bandit action came when I was merely fifteen years of age. I was to assist my father with an ambush that was to take place on the main road, leading to one of towns that was a few days away from the capital. We had roughly twenty-five bandits in various ages, gear, and combat stature, I, was youngest in the raiding group. You see, at the time my view of the world was shaped upon books and whatnot, so I in the back of my head knew that well... what we were doing was immoral and illegal. But my dad Grozak thought, like many more bandits would fall in love with the gold and the raw intensity the fight would bring. But the opposite happened. The raid occurred roughly at one in the morning. Our group got the jump on the traders and their hired guards. They were a tough fight, but we overwhelmed them in power and strength. After that? It got brutal in nature. Women and Children were separated and escorted to the fort, they mainly became slaves and whores from what I saw. While the men? They were executed one by one, mainly through a firing squad of archers in our company. My father at the time thought it would be an experience that would harden me, but also provided reinforcement by the goods we obtained through this raid. Pieces of armor, food, jewelry, and other valuable goods were obtained from this raid. But for me and my limited understanding of the world through reading books and the news, I knew the lifestyle at hand wasn’t the one for me. Planning to escape was somewhat of a daunting task to say at least. They were no books that told you how to escape from a bandit fort. Plus, the nearest city was a day’s trek by foot. They’re was a village nearby, but the locals would easily have identified me and probably killed me, since they were aware of me being Grozak’s offspring. Yet fate however was on my side. One eventful night, we were planning a raid on an armed caravan, mainly transporting wine and food for a lord’s feast that was occurring in the city. We arrived too the caravan, at first facing little resistance at all. An armed merchant and a retired veteran. Little as we knew however, as we began to pick apart the shipment we had entered a trap. A group of riders and a few foot soldiers sprung out of no where and assaulted our raiding party. To put it in the most reasonable way possible, it was pure chaos. I managed to get on a horse and bolted the other direction that I came from, I could in the distance hear the hollering of the raiding party’s remaining fighters trying to call me back, but it was to no avail. I rode towards the city, aided by the horse, and arrived, hungry and tired. The city guard promptly threw me in jail as I awaited trail. The case against me was a interesting one, one that set my life up one can say. You see I was sixteen, a few months away from turning seventeen at the time. The justiciar was presented with evidence from both sides, one was a noble fighting my case and another, a noble who was apart of the crown for the city. The case went back and forth, with my age but also my loyalty and my relationship to my father being asked. However, frankly due to my age, my statement given to the justiciar and my desire to reinvent myself I was, given a second chance at life. Once I was given the status of a freeman, I pursued the art of blacksmithing and spent my time honing the craft. I have traveled outside of the city walls, and a fear of being ambushed does linger with me at times. However, I haven’t had any encounters. Once obtaining my proficiency in smiting, I decided to float around city by city. I became an experienced tradesperson/a wanderer. Keeping my self in shape. I do at times wonder what has become of my father’s once great and feared bandit gang and desire one day, with a group of soldiers or likeminded individuals to back me and to help me figure out what has become. [/color][/i][/indent][/indent] [COLOR=slategray][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Ω A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT] ________________________________________ [/COLOR][b][color=slategray]//ABILITIES:[/color][/b] [indent][B][COLOR=silver]◼ Knowledge of the art of battle|[/COLOR][/B] [i] Growing up in a bandit fort, he knows his way around a bow, a two handed or one handed weapon or a shield, and can easily handle himself in battle [/i][/indent] [indent][B][COLOR=silver]◼ Web of Connections |[/COLOR][/B] [i] His time as a smith has resulted in Jartod knowing a lot of noblemen, loyalty and a few big name merchants, he also knows people who can get thing's done.. if needed [/i][/indent] [b][color=slategray]//SKILLS:[/color][/b] [indent][B][COLOR=silver]◼ Master Smith |[/COLOR][/B] [i] Jartod is regarded as one of the best Smith's in realm, he can deal with almost any material and honing it into a nice piece of craftsmanship [/i][/indent] [B][COLOR=silver]◼ Potions, Poisons and Ointment[/color][/b][i] - The rare thing Jartod picked up from his mother's line of work was here alchemy know how. He can brew various varying degrees of ointments and has a understanding of most fauna in the region [/i] [b][color=slategray]//LIMITATIONS:[/color][/b] [indent][B][COLOR=silver]◼ No Magical Ability |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Jartod doesn’t at all have any sort of magical ability or skill needed to be inclined in the arcane. [/i][/indent] [indent][B][COLOR=silver]◼ Disliked in the country |[/COLOR][/B] [i] Being apart of Grozak’s clan, many villages in the countryside view Jartod as scum and someone keen to exploit them, thus he prefers to stay in the city or at least in area’s his clan hasn’t operated or raided. [/i][/indent] [b][color=slategray]//WEAKNESSES:[/color][/b] [indent][B][COLOR=silver]◼ Mead and Ale |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Jartod somewhat enjoys mead and ale…in other words he regular keeps a bottle on him and sips it like any person would sip water[/i][/indent] [indent][B][COLOR=silver]◼ Light Sleeper|[/COLOR][/B] [i]Jartod at most gets six to eighthours of sleep, but the slightest of noise can wake him up[/i][/indent] [COLOR=slategray][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Ω N O T E S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT] ________________________________________ [/COLOR][indent][indent][i][color=silver]◼ Any further notes your character may require.[/color][/i][/indent][/indent] [/hider]