Type: Fantasy
Name: Martyr
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 210 lbs
Build: Fit
Bio:
A man that had lost everything, The scourge of Oblivion wiped out all that he had loved and cared for. Just to get by, he is a mercenary for hire, so that he may eat, and sleep in a decent bed. His most preferable hire is assassinations and body guard.
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 210 lbs
Build: Fit
Bio:
A man that had lost everything, The scourge of Oblivion wiped out all that he had loved and cared for. Just to get by, he is a mercenary for hire, so that he may eat, and sleep in a decent bed. His most preferable hire is assassinations and body guard.
The forest was cold and lonely that night as Martyr thought to himself, he looked to the sky as the rain drops fell upon his face, his bottom sore from the hard rock he sat upon. Martyr then stands up and looks forward and begins to walk to town. As he reaches the town, he walks to the local blacksmith to quickly sharpen his blade. After sharpening his blade he walks to the local tavern to spend some of his hard earned money on alcoholic beverages to help the pain wash away. He pulls up a chair and sits down as he orders a pint of Cold drafted beer, he thought to himself that he should find a new contract or work with bandits. "Maybe, I can stay around and evesdrop." So he sat with his beer and waited.
