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Name: Robert
Appearance: A youngish man, with a full beard and roughly shorn reddish-brown hair. Well-muscled and scarred from nearly five years of living out of his armor, as well as very mixed fortunes, after leaving home due to a lack of prospects.
Gender: Male
Age: 19 (born, 1332)
Home: Born in Sluys, County of Brugge, Duchy of Flanders, Kingdom of France.
Time in Green Company: Several Months
Background: Left home since, as the third son of a minor noble lord's master-at-arms, and there was nothing for him there as so minor a personage. When sent away, he was at least given arms, armor, and a horse, to ride as though a knight through northern reaches of the Kingdom of France and Germany. He set forth eastward, into Germany proper, to join the Teutonic Order and join the crusade against the pagan Balts that remained in the area.
Waylaid in Weimar, he was 17 when captured on the road, to be held for ransom by a lord in his roadside keep. This same lord had been preying on the road for his own enrichment for some time, leading the count of Weimar to hire sellswords to put a halt to this defiant nobleman. The time the keep fell by subterfuge, and Robert joined these mercenaries in thanks. Over the next 3, almost four, years he'd gone from company to company in accordance with the pay and victories. Every company at one point or another probably finds itself in France as the war for the French crown starts to heat up in earnest in the first of what will prove to be countless phases. Companies that Robert becomes a part of expand, contract, and buy one another out until somehow he finds himself within the past several months with the Green Rose.
Equipment: Brigantine, flanged mace, a heater shield and padded leather cap plus sundry survival equipment including a tarp, wood axe, bow (for hunting and sport, not war), food, two leather skeins for wine or other beverage (never water).
Skills: Literate in French, Latin, and Low (Northern) German. Has a very rudimentary comprehension of several other tongues too, including Italian, Greek, Spanish, and Iberian Arabic due to the polyglot nature of many companies. He can't speak the otherse particularly well, but can get the gist of things more often than not. Besides languages (the breadth and depth of which is truthfully pretty standard likely for a mercenary of much worth or time in service), he's capable to hold his own quite well in the field.
Name: Robert
Appearance: A youngish man, with a full beard and roughly shorn reddish-brown hair. Well-muscled and scarred from nearly five years of living out of his armor, as well as very mixed fortunes, after leaving home due to a lack of prospects.
Gender: Male
Age: 19 (born, 1332)
Home: Born in Sluys, County of Brugge, Duchy of Flanders, Kingdom of France.
Time in Green Company: Several Months
Background: Left home since, as the third son of a minor noble lord's master-at-arms, and there was nothing for him there as so minor a personage. When sent away, he was at least given arms, armor, and a horse, to ride as though a knight through northern reaches of the Kingdom of France and Germany. He set forth eastward, into Germany proper, to join the Teutonic Order and join the crusade against the pagan Balts that remained in the area.
Waylaid in Weimar, he was 17 when captured on the road, to be held for ransom by a lord in his roadside keep. This same lord had been preying on the road for his own enrichment for some time, leading the count of Weimar to hire sellswords to put a halt to this defiant nobleman. The time the keep fell by subterfuge, and Robert joined these mercenaries in thanks. Over the next 3, almost four, years he'd gone from company to company in accordance with the pay and victories. Every company at one point or another probably finds itself in France as the war for the French crown starts to heat up in earnest in the first of what will prove to be countless phases. Companies that Robert becomes a part of expand, contract, and buy one another out until somehow he finds himself within the past several months with the Green Rose.
Equipment: Brigantine, flanged mace, a heater shield and padded leather cap plus sundry survival equipment including a tarp, wood axe, bow (for hunting and sport, not war), food, two leather skeins for wine or other beverage (never water).
Skills: Literate in French, Latin, and Low (Northern) German. Has a very rudimentary comprehension of several other tongues too, including Italian, Greek, Spanish, and Iberian Arabic due to the polyglot nature of many companies. He can't speak the otherse particularly well, but can get the gist of things more often than not. Besides languages (the breadth and depth of which is truthfully pretty standard likely for a mercenary of much worth or time in service), he's capable to hold his own quite well in the field.