General Erwin

Appearance:
Approximately five and a half feet, with muscles corded from long years of battle and practice, you rely more on speed and precision than strength. Magical plate-armor, light as chain and flexible as silk lets you stand up to far more punishment than people expect and your skill with your twin blades makes sure those who find out, don’t get to spread the word. Steel grey eyes and light brown hair often make people think you’re older than you are. In certain circles your cocksmanship is even more famous than your swordsmanship, though there your equipment is nothing special, seven inches long, an inch in diameter, of course, it’s all in how you use it (and where/on whom you get to use it).

History:

The son of the king and a maid, you were placed in the care of the Knights of the Tower as a young boy. Though you were a good swordsman and a great strategist, your training ended early when the queen discovered your existence. The two men she sent to kill you underestimated your abilities, but after…convincing them to tell you who’d sent them, you realized that you were in deep shit. Through trickery and luck, you managed to get in to see King Fredrick and request that he get his crazy bitch of a wife under control and keep her from trying to have you killed.

That’s when you discovered two things, first, he was your father; second, he was a prick. You barely escaped the meeting with your life. At fourteen you were on your own. Your searching turned up your mother’s corpse and the story of her **** in an…accident, shortly after you were born. Your few efforts to contact the Tower proved that coin spoke louder than honor. With no ties to the Pastel Kingdom, you left, with nothing but your armor and sword.

With your training, making your way as a mercenary was almost inevitable. The training of the knights had taught you much and the experience with royalty combined to make a professional mercenary, with training beyond most of your kind and an understanding that honor and rules were strictly voluntary.

Your career rose with every battle. Victory brought loot, women, reputation and power. Ruthless professionalism is what your rep says and it’s what you’ve struggled to live up to. You’ve been responsible for the **** of dynasties and the conquest of empires. You’ve fought for and against every power on the continent. In a career that spanned twenty years, you never bothered to return to the Pastel Kingdom. By the time you’d had the power, the king and queen were dead and you had little interest in the kingdom itself.

Important Titles/Epithets:

Burner of the Elven Forest. Destroyer of the Mage Tower, Conqueror of the Amazons, Harpy-Killer, Dragon-Slayer, Vanquisher of the Vampire Queen, Swordmaster, Commander of Companies, Chieftan of the Theran Tribes…