Name: Jerod
Appearance:
Class: Fighter
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Weapon Rank:
Axes - D
Equipment:
- Iron Axe
Skills:
- Berserk Terror : Facing a man with no fear, no concern for his own life, and completely focused on the wanton slaughter of any in his way tends to create a very understandable effect on those unfortunate enough to be in Jerod's way. Even when fear is overcome, the sheer onslaught of attacks makes retaliating difficult. Anyone who is directly opposing Jerod suffers penalties in attacking him, whether due to fear or finding an opening in the onslaught. However, Jerod's own defenses suffer equally at best, which makes taking advantage of openings by others not under his baleful focus potentially easier.
- To the Bitter End : Jerod has no fear of Death, treading an all too familiar path every day he walks into a battlefield, meeting the steely gaze of the reaper without a care in the world. The closer to death Jerod gets, and the more forlorn the odds of victory, the harder and better Jerod fights. He won't go quietly, ever, and he will never quit the field until dead or incapacitated beyond his ability to function. (+5 HP, in really fancy terms)
Plot subjective: By all means, go for it.
Personality: Jerod walks through life with a grin on his face, and an axe ready to handle the problems that nothing else will solve. Jovial and easy going, the large freelancer walks the world in well worn boots and is the first to drink to a toast or take a day off to relax and enjoy the scenery. However, this friendly exterior is hardly a truth, not all of it at any rate. While he tends to be an easy going, spiritual without professed religion, and approachable fellow, find him on the battlefield and an entirely new face arises. Gone is the jovial nature, the friendly drunk that would sooner relax under the shade of a tree all day and watch the clouds float by than work the day away. He throws himself into combat with wild abandon, without a care for his own well being or survival, throwing himself at the largest concentration of enemies and fighting until he is dead, or everything in his way is dead. And he will keep advancing, especially if he is convinced it is a suicidal gesture. But whether this is due to him proving others wrong, or because he genuinely seeks death, is up for debate.
Biography: Jerod was born in the land of Regna Ferox, the son of a healer and her blacksmith husband. Early on in life, Jerod proved handy with an axe and loved to follow the older warriors and fighters around, entranced by tales of glory and honor hard won in the name of Regna Ferox's Khans. So of course, as early as he could, the young lad joined with the Feroxian military, under the West Khan specifically, with little more than a hand forged iron axe from his father and a set of rudimentary armor to keep him safe. He rose rapidly in the ranks, technically of outside blood of the Khan's family and would come to champion their cause during one of the Tournaments that would decide the ruler of Ferox for the duration until the next tournament. Jerod would narrowly win, but something changed him during the fight. He seemed less jovial and spirited during combat, and during a raid against a notable bandit threat he vanished. Assumed dead, considering a shattered axe matching the one that he had wielded famously against his opponent during the tournament for Ferox was found among over a dozen dead bandits, he was mourned as a hero of Regna Ferox.
Jerod had outlived this fake death, having grown tired of the sport that Feroxians turned war into and carried a conscious heavy with the lives he had taken, purposefully and accidentally alike, over the years he had served the West Khan and threw himself with reckless abandon at any task deemed impossible or suicidal. He let death and fate decide his life span, fighting with a careless abandon that only those insane or suicidal would even consider. Yet, whether it was thanks to the honest, well forged armor of his father, the skill that he wielded his axe with, or just blind luck or leading a blessed life, he lived. For ten years he would throw himself into harms way eagerly, testing fate and death time and time again. He would walk the corners of the world, finding his spirituality again during his travels and continuing to throw himself wildly into ranks of enemies whenever the cause rose up. Word would reach him that the Church of Naga planned a Crusade against all heretics and non believers. Seeing the situation as an ultimate chance to test the will of the powers that be, he set immediate course for Ylisse
Other: Jerod speaks with a heavy accent, making him sometimes unintelligible to others, friends or foes.
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