Your friendly neighbourhood WIP


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[b]Name:[/b] Alcello Bas

[b]Sex:[/b] Male

[b]Place of Origin:[/b] Mennon

[b]Appearance:[/b]
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Alcello is not an imposing figure at first glance. Standing an few inches short of six foot, and not particularly broad, it would be easy to dismiss the man at first. His common garb of a simple woollen cloak and hood only adds to this effect, by design. 

But beneath the hood, Alcello’s face is weathered, scarred and hard-edged. His strong jaw is obscured by a thick beard, the same burnished copper as the rest of his hair, which is kept short. One of his eyes is a burning green, while the other is milky and blind, a long, prominent scar cutting across it. His nose is crooked, his lips rough and rarely curled into a smile. 

Under the cloak that he wears, Alcello still wears the lamellar plate of his years as a kestaphos. Although it has been beaten, and even broken in places, leaving long, ugly scars across Alcello’s torso, he has carefully repaired it every time, and can rarely be found out of it. 

His left sleeve hangs loose, a brace of chakram’s held within, and his bow and quiver are slung over his shoulder, and his bastard sword strapped across his back.

[b]Psyche:[/b] WIP

[b]Skills:[/b] Alcello is a skilled warrior, proficient in most forms of combat, both armed and unarmed. Although he has favoured his sword, bow and chakram’s since his hunt began, they are not the only weapons with which he has fought. He is also a skilled rider, although he has come to prefer travelling on foot, save for long journeys, enjoying the greater anonymity that a man on foot can possess. 

But it is Alcello’s experience that is his greatest strength. Since he began his hunt, he has travelled to nearly every corner of the cradle, even traversing the Brimlands on several occasions, moving closer to the Deadlands than perhaps any alive could claim. And on his travels he has encountered the foulest creatures that the age of ash could ever birth. Hideous monsters, drawn from the darkest nightmares and made flesh, corrupted souls who call on magic to sate their heinous appetites, Alcello has witnessed them all, and put them all to the sword. There is little evil that roams the Cradle that Alcello has not hunted, and as the rumours of a dark sorcerer continue to spread, his experience may prove vital...

[b]Equipment:[/b] A composite recurve bow, a quiver of arrows, a bastard sword, chakram’s. 

[b]Bio:[/b]
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Just to give people an idea of what I'm working on, to stop any potential crossed wires. Let me know of any issues as they appear!