The Merc

Name : Aerg-Tval Nicknames : “The f*** did you call me!?” Beats you to death.

Age : 27
DoB : “Eeeeh? Who’s got time for that nonsense?”

Gender : Big man
Pronouns : He

Home : N/A, He’s a merc so he just travels around.
- Birthplace : his earliest memories are of sleeping with dogs in the corner of an inn, waiting for someone to return.
Job : Mercenary
-Past : Barman

Magic : N/A, not even sure if he can read.
Strengths : Years of hard one battles have taught him well, He’s scarily strong, brutal, and efficient
Weaknesses : Blind in one eye, entirely intolerable to those of noble bearing, smells bad, quite reckless

Things to add: He’s an immoral stinky big bastard who’s only interested in the jingling of coin.

Weapons: Rapier, for such a brutal man, he shows a surprising proficiency for more dexterous and technique based weapons. Though he’s known to not be at all above dirty tactics, he will also use anything he can to gain a upper hand.