Name: Lem’ Arronson Age: 53 or 54 Gender: Male Race: Human Occupation: Knight/Mercenary Personality: Lem Arronson is a hard man. He’s lived a hard life, and a long one at that considering his profession. He’s tough and reliable, diligent, someone that you can depend upon. But Lem’s fortitude does not come free of cost, to get onto his right side he will require you to work equally hard and do your fair share – there are no free rides. He’s somewhat taciturn, with a patient and quiet nature and this leads him to be a cautious (yet highly skilled) fighter on the battlefield. Despite his gruffness and unyielding nature, Lem ultimately has a good heart. If one has the patience to listen to him then he imparts advice freely, and pretty much always speaks honestly. He has dry sense of humour, although it tends towards the more grim and macabre end of the spectrum – another side effect of spending a life killing people for money. [hider=Biography] Lem’s story is a common one. He is not an orphan, his young life was not filled with hardship or tragedy or formative suffering. He was the son of peasants, and he lived in a small village in the north of these lands where his father herded flocks of sheep for the local feudal lord and his mother worked all day in their vegetable garden. The eldest of four children that made it past infancy, he worked in the fields and pastures from a young age. Lem did not live a miserable or particularly hard life, sometimes the winters and springs were lean, and sometimes they were not. Ultimately they scraped a decent living for folks such as themselves and his family were content. Lem however, was not. He was adventurous boy, always dreaming beyond the valleys of his childhood to the world that was outside. He wanted to see it, he wanted to be more than just another peasant, more than his father; he wanted to live. His father was not a bad man, but they clashed a lot, and sometimes he beat Lem, and sometimes Lem deserved it. One day after feeling particular discontent, his arm particularly sore from a slap of his father’s crook, Lem decided to leave his family and the life he faced ahead of him as another peasant farmer- for good. He ran away south before is fourteenth name day, taking little with him except the clothes on his back. He had little idea of where he was going, stealing and working as a day labourer to get by. For a couple of months he lived like vagabond until one night, while sleeping in a haystack he was seized by a group of recruiters for some King’s armies, the shilling forced upon him and was pressed ganged into the service of the crown. Now while this might seem as a set back from most people, it was really the best thing that could have happened to Lem. He was fed and clothed, given tasks to set his mind and energy to, and most of all he was given a life beyond working a plough or crook or scythe. He saw the world, fought in a fair number of skirmishes, he became a fair fighter and then a good one. After his ten years were up and he was given the choice between going back to the life of a civilian or continuing as a solider, Lem chose the latter. Although this time, he was not in service to any King, instead he joined one of the free companies of – mercenaries who do not fight for crown or glory, but for gold. Mercenary life suited Lem even better than an enlisted man, he earned more and saw even more of the world. For six years he warred his way through the eastern lands, fighting alongside the nomads and barbarians in their never ending conflicts. He made a fortune and returned west to more settled lands, there was a woman for a while, talk of settling down and having a good, respectable life, but something went wrong and within a year Lem had drank his fortune away and returned to a life on the road. He fought wherever there was fighting needed to be done and in the process made a fair reputation and name for himself amongst the circles in which soldiers of fortune tend to move. All of this continued uninterrupted until three years ago, when Lem’s horse was slain beneath him during a border skirmish not so far from the village of Norr. Some boy with a spear, barely a man, stepped out from behind a tree as Lem thundered past and skewered the horse in its chest. The beast fell, and Lem wasn’t quick enough to leap clear of the saddle. It landed on his right leg, crushing his knee in to bloody, broken mess. Lem survived the battle, but he would never be the graceful and truly formidable fighter he had once been. He served on as a mercenary though, he was experienced and was still a good enough sword – especially when in the saddle. But he wasn’t quite up to the task of serving alongside his former comrades. He left the business of fighting wars and travelled working protection of merchant caravans and such. But even this more sedate travelling was hard on the leg, so one day, over a year ago he found The Strumpet and has somewhat settled down since, using his skills to keep himself in a bed, ale and hot meals. [/hider] Inventory: -Arming sword, steel with leather handle wraps, plain and nicked but in relatively good condition. -Rondel dagger, steel, used to stab between armoured plates. -Wooden kite shield, faded and chipped paint, serviceable. -Woollen tunic, leggings and cloak – natural and undyed -Leather jerkin, boots and sword belt. -Padded arming jacket and cap -Mail hauberk, steel,extends to cover arms to wrist. -Mail coif, covers head, neck and shoulders. -Coat of plates, steel and leather, extends to cover thighs and shoulders, contains built on pauldrons, steel. -Iron ‘guttering’ style vambraces and greeves -Steel sallet helmet -Whetstone -Wine skin Extra: Lem has a horse stabled out behind the inn, a 6 year mare coloured in pale grey. Her name is Smokey. [hider=Appearance] [img]http://orig06.deviantart.net/83f3/f/2011/227/2/c/ray_stevenson_by_eskarine-d46o7hi.png[/img] Lem is roughly 6'1" tall and fairly lean in build. 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