Boen Keld
25
Male
Single
Sellsword/Bodyguard
Earth Boen is adept in his earth abilities. Little know that his left arm is actually fashioned in clay for he lost it as a teenager in a duel. He can create a cast out of clay to mimic his actual appearance. It guards his skin against cuts, slashes, and mild burns. He can even make duplicates of himself on the battlefield to act as decoys. While they are immobile and solidly stand in place, in the heat of the moment, not too many combatants can tell him apart from the fake thing. He can encase his body in dirt and submerge beneath the earth to reappear to catch an enemy off-guard.
Boen, during the day, is always wearing black, medium plate armor with hard-boiled leathers. His armor is simple with no ornate colors or decor. He is covered from head to toe, his helm having a nose piece that goes down the bridge of his nose, and a vented face mask. At his hip is a stone bar that is his primary weapon. Out of armor, usually during the night and when he is off-duty, Boen wears the clothes of a commoner. White, wool tunic and black wool trousers with goat skin moccasins. For being not the most friendly of men, he is handsome outside his armor. He has a well-practiced resting-bitch face to keep giddy women and riff-raff from bothering him. The sellsword stands at 6'2", weighing 171 lbs, with hair as dark as soil and eyes a hazel like the gold sands of the desert. The birthmark on his wrist, he keeps covered up beneath bandages.
- Scultping
- Grog
- Gold
- Keld
- Fighting
- Good food
- Cozy bed
- Hot bath
- Jackasses who are all talk
- People who talk too much
- Cheap and dirty jobs
- Sub-standard establishments
- Nosy people
Losing limbs or eyesight. Losing a limb has already happened, but he plans not to let it happen again. If someone were to threaten taking either, it would trigger some PTSD.
The line of work Boen is involved in requires a man not afraid to kill and definitely one not afraid to hurt someone’s feelings. He has killed men and he has beaten men senseless all for coin. A sellsword isn’t a chivalrous job, and he most of the time doesn’t think about the job. If his employer says “protect me at all costs” and pays him a pretty penny, then Boen will do so without letting his feelings get involved. It is the only way he can perform his role as intended. He can be rough around the edges, and isn’t too social. When he goes to a tavern, he goes to drink in peace and decompress from his day’s work. Anyone who tries to ruin that usually gets to taste his fist. The sellsword is pretty fearless, but at the same time reckless. He will crack a chair over the back of the head of the biggest and meanest guy in the pub without a care. However, the last time he underestimated a guy, he lost his left arm. When he’s off, he’s resting and training. As far as the legend goes because of his line of work, he doesn’t expect to meet his soul mate. He doesn’t imagine ever finding one, and he couldn’t imagine it happening to him. He just…couldn’t believe it if it did.
Boen hides the mark on his wrist so as not to draw that kind of attention. While the sellsword isn’t really shy, he just isn’t planning on the whole “destiny thing” happening anytime soon and would actually be bothered if it did. Would he have to protect the person? Was he obligated by fate to be with the person? The soul mate just sounds like a pain in his ass.
The sellsword never had a formal education, so all of his wit comes from personal experience. This also means he isn't well-versed in several subjects so enough of the smarty pants mumbo-jumbo just tell me who y'want dead. Boen has a distinct accent, but most people won't ever hear his true dialect for they won't comprehend it. The dialect of Keld will leave many lost and confused, and so when Boen speaks he is mostly using a very watered-down version of it. If Boen meets someone familiar with the Keld speech, he tends to become proud and happier. There aren't too many people who speak Keld, and not many people who he'd expect to find in Orewyn.
Boen Keld; Boen of Keld, from the Land of Keld a country to the southwest of Galinas, was born to a painted woman. Her name was Melena Keld; Melena of Keld, the “Desert Rose” (due to her ethnicity hailing from the desert country Salahar). Although Keld was more of a grassland than a desert, within Keld, Boen resided in a small town called, Springbrook in a brothel named Cashmere. Springbrook was overall a peaceful place but slavery and prostitution was an all-time norm in the society. Once Boen was seven-years-old, Melena wanted him to have a life away from the brothel, and so asked one of her johns to take him and raise him as a steward. Boen’s guardian was a knight and horse lord for the Galinese calvary at Black Fort by the name of Sir Keagan James. He left Cashmere to Sir James’s estate on Goat Hill (northeast of Springbrook in Galinas). Sir James had merely been his mother’s lover, and for her sake, he had done the favor of raising Boen; but Sir James was no knight in shining armor. He was rough on Boen. He treated him like a slave and struck him whenever he failed to complete a task to his liking. One day, Boen had had enough and when Sir James was on his horse, he made the earth rise over one of his horse’s hooves. The horse collapsed on Sir James, crushing his leg, and instead of help him, Boen took the opportunity to flee. That moment, spurred by a fit of overwhelming rage, had been the first time Boen had used his power.
At ten-years-old, Boen escaped his abusive life and fled back to the only place he knew: Cashmere. Cold and bitter reality was revealed to him at an early age then. In the past three years, his mother had been ill. Her unclean life had finally buried her. For the first time ever in his life, Boen had nowhere to go and he nearly had returned to Sir James. Out of fear of the consequences he would face for wounding a Galinese knight, the boy instead decided to care for himself. He left Springbrook, Keld to get as far away from Sir James and his reach as he could. Boen travelled to Orewyn and settled in the city of Tradewind, known for its large markets. Tradewind settled on a popular crossroad, which naturally made it a city of trade and diversity. Boen worked whatever job he could find. He cleaned dishes in taverns, delivered milk and eggs, and discovered his talent for sculpting. He made extra money selling his work as a side job.
When Boen was fourteen-years-old, he protected one of the tavern wenches of the Harley Tarley from a drunk. He smashed a jug over the drunk’s head, and since that day, he felt inspired to take on manlier jobs. No more wench work. He picked up a sword and started learning how to use it. At sixteen-years-old, he became a sellsword. It was difficult at first for he was a boy in the eyes of majority of his employers. His competition was older and more seasoned swords. The work was easy initially, but eventually he ran into a situation where he actually had to guard his employer. His employer at the time was named Gaillart Owin. He liked to gamble, and he also liked to cheat money into his pockets. His cheating had earned him enough money to hire a bodyguard (Boen) knowing that his karma would return with vengeance. A skilled assassin by the name of Grey Wolf came to the inn Owin was staying at to take his life. Boen was surprised that he actually had to fight and for not only his life but the life of his employer. He had bitten off more than he could chew. Grey Wolf defeated Boen, taking his left arm. Boen survived the confrontation but Gaillart Owin did not. The trauma and failure nearly made Boen quit the sellsword business for good. During his recovery, he had laid down the sword and decided that he wasn’t all that skilled after all. Depressed by his handicap, and how his life seemed to have no happy ending, he tried to drink away his sorrows. He was thrown out of the Harley Tarley when the owner learned he didn’t have money to pay for what he had drank, and while he laid in the gutter hoping to just die, by morning he couldn’t get up. His body was nearly half-buried in the ground, reminding him of his powers. He experimented fashioning himself a new arm from clay, and instead of arming himself with a sword, he decided to arm himself with a stone rod. With his new arm, Boen’s perspective on life was revived. His survival had made him a stronger person, and he intended to see his life through to the very end.
Boen became a better sellsword using his earth power to aid his fighting techniques. He was hired to protect and fight for merchants and nobles. The pay was nice; and now at twenty-five-years-old, his work takes him to the capital of Orewyn, protecting a merchant named Sym Alein as he plans to sell roses, chocolate, and wine at the Festival of Destinies.
Color: Brown
Face Claim: Gary Leo Taylor
Boen carries a distinct accent being from Keld. Keldians are an interesting folk, and only Galinese or those educated in the Land of Keld would recognize the accent.
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Guardian Angel Haruki
I hope she doesn't get hit by flying flagans, plates, and food lol. Or even a flying body!
