Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-26084195-20150806235956/@comment-26457908-20150809154109

Name: Drew Tyson

Country: Ice Men

Rank: Not-so-common footsoldier

Equipment: Bronze studded hardened leather gambeson, Iron rimmed wooden shield with a bronze central boss, spear (basically a spartan spear), hand-and-a-half broadsword, 2 dirks, one made of a mysterious, extremely hard metal which he found buried in a random barrow by a recently raided village

Appearance: 6"1' tall, coppery brown full beard with a weatherbeaten face adorned with the scars of many battles, intense bright blue eyes that disconcert others with their gaze.

Story: A loner since birth, he ran away from home aged 7 and learnt how to survive the hard way. Constantly whipped for stealing food from homes, he built up a resistance to pain which allowed him to go on ever more dangerous ventures, not all of which ended in an increase in his personal wealth. Eventually, at age 16, he was brought before a village court who sentanced him to death by burning because he stole an ornate brooch from the cheiftains wife. He fought his way out with his bare hands and, later, a dirk he stole from one of the villagers, after which he ran the 16 miles back to his hideout. At 23 now, he has reached his full height and is at the peak of his strength, and leads a mercenary band of 12 men who fight for whoever pays the most (within their own race). He is a formidable warrior, with corded muscles from hard labour, and no fat to speak of due to the sparse nature of his unhired diet and the fact that he does not own a horse. He is however, thinking of moving up in the world, and plans to use both brute force and his own natural cunning to get there.

Other info: You need to earn his trust, which is not gained easily, and the members of his band are like family to him, except that if one of them is hurt, the others don't mourn, but go into a blind rage which usually leaves the enemy decimated enough for them to get the wounded member to saftey.