Post by Rickon on Jan 2, 2014 17:48:18 GMT -8
Name: Currently: Ser Rickon the Wanderer
Formerly: Rickon of Hilltop, Ser Rickon of Vikers
Age: 48
Class: Nomad (20/1)
Appearance: While tall and very fit, Rickon is a man just past his prime. His hair, once jet black, is now closer to a washed out slate. His face, once free of blemish, is now tanned and wrinkled from age and exposure. Even his stride which was once prideful and strong, now has a slight slouch and carries the experiences and struggles of a man who's seen much in his life. His armor and clothing bear the same signs of age as he does. The armor no longer shines and bears the signs of struggles past. His clothing is faded and he still wears the tattered brown scarf that he received from a young woman long ago.
Personality: Rickon, despite the tired aura he gives off, maintains a positive and optimistic outlook on life. As he's come to accept aging, he often acts in a fatherly way, especially to those who work under him. Rickon strives to be a good person, but often disappoints himself as he often finds himself taking jobs of a less than upstanding nature. Regardless, he desires to make the world a better place and to protect those who are unable to protect themselves. He generally respects members of all races, but does view taguel as less civilized then humans and sees dragons as a generally arrogant.
Backstory: Rickon was born in the town of Hilltop, a small hamlet in the central region of Elibe and ruled over by the Vikers family. He was the grandson of a miller and the son of the militia's captain. He was a rambunctious child who spent most of his days running through the Hilltop with the other children of the town whenever he wasn't helping his rather large family at the mill. When he came of age he followed in his father's footsteps and became a member of the town militia, working alongside his father to defend the town from the bandits that often plagued the area. It was this work in the militia that would forever change the course of Rickon's life.
One day while patrolling along the outskirts of Hilltop, Rickon heard someone calling for help. Always one to be selfless, he ran towards the noise to determine it's origin and found a group of bandits waylaying a well-dressed young woman. From what he could tell, they had already slain the man escorting her and were preparing to carry her off. Without giving a single thought to his safety, he had had leaped down from the hill he had been watching them from and had engaged the bandits. The fight was vicious and Rickon quickly found he was outnumbered, but he could not allow an innocent young woman to fall into the hands of such brutish men. He rallied and defeated his attackers, saving the woman's life. When he had turned to see if she was alright, he was struck with her beauty and the two fell in love in an instant. It wasn't until he escorted her back to her home, however, that he realized who she was. She revealed herself as the young daughter of Duke Vikers and that her father would surely permit the two to marry if he just explained how he had save her daughter's life.
Duke Vikers did in fact reward Rickon for saving his daughter, but not in the he had hoped. Rather than have his daughter marry a lowborn man, he knighted young Rickon and charged him with protecting his daughter. While crushed that he could not marry the woman he loved, the newly knighted Ser Rickon took his new position with pride, gallantly protecting his lord's lands and family for several years. This, however, was not to last. Eventually, the Duke decided that his daughter should be wed, but he decided to use his daughter as a pawn for political gain. He arranged for her to marry a rather despicable lord from a neighboring town which enrage Rickon. Despite this, he remained loyal to his lord until the day he discovered this new suitor was abusing the Duke's daughter. Enraged, Rickon attacked him and struck him down in a mostly one sided fight. He was quickly discovered and the Duke, while relieved that his daughter was safe from her suitor's abuse, could not excuse his favorite knight from murder. He released Rickon from his service and exiled him from the town of Hilltop. Rickon, ashamed of what he had done took up the name Rickon the Wanderer and, his only skill being his prowess in combat, became a mercenary.
Rickon worked as a mercenary for many years, taking whatever jobs he could get, both reputable and less than respectable. He took to drinking and gambling and often fell in with the wrong crowd. It wasn't until one particular job, however, that he realized just how far he had fallen. The job had been a simple one. Protect a small caravan moving an item of great importance. The job went off without a hitch, but it wasn't until the delivery had been completed that Rickon realized why the pay had been so high. As the leader of the caravan dumped out the contents of the chest in front of the man they had been payed to deliver it to, it became clear that it was no valuable stone or well-crafted weapon, but a young lady, mouth bound and limbs chained. Feeling returned to Rickon the Wanderer and again he was filled with white-hot rage. In that boundless fury, he slaughtered his fellow mercenaries and the members of the caravan without prejudice, but, when his rage subsided, he found that the girl and her captor had disappeared into the night without a trace. He vowed that night that he would never again take a job unless it was beneficial to people as a whole and set out to Arcadia to found a mercenary group around that premise.
Formerly: Rickon of Hilltop, Ser Rickon of Vikers
Age: 48
Class: Nomad (20/1)
Appearance: While tall and very fit, Rickon is a man just past his prime. His hair, once jet black, is now closer to a washed out slate. His face, once free of blemish, is now tanned and wrinkled from age and exposure. Even his stride which was once prideful and strong, now has a slight slouch and carries the experiences and struggles of a man who's seen much in his life. His armor and clothing bear the same signs of age as he does. The armor no longer shines and bears the signs of struggles past. His clothing is faded and he still wears the tattered brown scarf that he received from a young woman long ago.
Personality: Rickon, despite the tired aura he gives off, maintains a positive and optimistic outlook on life. As he's come to accept aging, he often acts in a fatherly way, especially to those who work under him. Rickon strives to be a good person, but often disappoints himself as he often finds himself taking jobs of a less than upstanding nature. Regardless, he desires to make the world a better place and to protect those who are unable to protect themselves. He generally respects members of all races, but does view taguel as less civilized then humans and sees dragons as a generally arrogant.
Backstory: Rickon was born in the town of Hilltop, a small hamlet in the central region of Elibe and ruled over by the Vikers family. He was the grandson of a miller and the son of the militia's captain. He was a rambunctious child who spent most of his days running through the Hilltop with the other children of the town whenever he wasn't helping his rather large family at the mill. When he came of age he followed in his father's footsteps and became a member of the town militia, working alongside his father to defend the town from the bandits that often plagued the area. It was this work in the militia that would forever change the course of Rickon's life.
One day while patrolling along the outskirts of Hilltop, Rickon heard someone calling for help. Always one to be selfless, he ran towards the noise to determine it's origin and found a group of bandits waylaying a well-dressed young woman. From what he could tell, they had already slain the man escorting her and were preparing to carry her off. Without giving a single thought to his safety, he had had leaped down from the hill he had been watching them from and had engaged the bandits. The fight was vicious and Rickon quickly found he was outnumbered, but he could not allow an innocent young woman to fall into the hands of such brutish men. He rallied and defeated his attackers, saving the woman's life. When he had turned to see if she was alright, he was struck with her beauty and the two fell in love in an instant. It wasn't until he escorted her back to her home, however, that he realized who she was. She revealed herself as the young daughter of Duke Vikers and that her father would surely permit the two to marry if he just explained how he had save her daughter's life.
Duke Vikers did in fact reward Rickon for saving his daughter, but not in the he had hoped. Rather than have his daughter marry a lowborn man, he knighted young Rickon and charged him with protecting his daughter. While crushed that he could not marry the woman he loved, the newly knighted Ser Rickon took his new position with pride, gallantly protecting his lord's lands and family for several years. This, however, was not to last. Eventually, the Duke decided that his daughter should be wed, but he decided to use his daughter as a pawn for political gain. He arranged for her to marry a rather despicable lord from a neighboring town which enrage Rickon. Despite this, he remained loyal to his lord until the day he discovered this new suitor was abusing the Duke's daughter. Enraged, Rickon attacked him and struck him down in a mostly one sided fight. He was quickly discovered and the Duke, while relieved that his daughter was safe from her suitor's abuse, could not excuse his favorite knight from murder. He released Rickon from his service and exiled him from the town of Hilltop. Rickon, ashamed of what he had done took up the name Rickon the Wanderer and, his only skill being his prowess in combat, became a mercenary.
Rickon worked as a mercenary for many years, taking whatever jobs he could get, both reputable and less than respectable. He took to drinking and gambling and often fell in with the wrong crowd. It wasn't until one particular job, however, that he realized just how far he had fallen. The job had been a simple one. Protect a small caravan moving an item of great importance. The job went off without a hitch, but it wasn't until the delivery had been completed that Rickon realized why the pay had been so high. As the leader of the caravan dumped out the contents of the chest in front of the man they had been payed to deliver it to, it became clear that it was no valuable stone or well-crafted weapon, but a young lady, mouth bound and limbs chained. Feeling returned to Rickon the Wanderer and again he was filled with white-hot rage. In that boundless fury, he slaughtered his fellow mercenaries and the members of the caravan without prejudice, but, when his rage subsided, he found that the girl and her captor had disappeared into the night without a trace. He vowed that night that he would never again take a job unless it was beneficial to people as a whole and set out to Arcadia to found a mercenary group around that premise.
