Post by aaronh on Nov 9, 2009 21:26:25 GMT
Character Details
Name: He Angrui
Title: The New Butcher of Tian Shui
Age: 46
Sex: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 11 Stone 5 Pounds
Appearance:
He Angrui is just under six feet tall with a medium build that errors on the heavy side. His presence has a commanding "awe" to it, regardless of if he purposely wills it to or not.
He Angrui has a full head of dark brown hair, which is often combed strait in lue of any actual upkeep. His hair is thick and full bodied, a common place sight in men his age. He has matching dark brown, that frame his two near black eyes. Set between his eyes is a rather blunt nose that is definitely the main attention point of his face. Resting just below the end of his snout are a pair of slender lips that always seem to be transitioning directly between a smile and a frown.
His skin is a nice olive-brown texture, coming from a mix of good genes and long-term exposure to the sun. His hands have a bit of a "worked' look to them, the crease in his palms obviously indicating either sword use, a familiarity with ropes, or both.
When not in armor, or other official attire, it is common place to find He Angrui wearing rather plain clothing. Usually an off-white tunic and a stern pair of pants that look like they may have seen better days. He will always, in addition to his attire, be wearing a symbol of Pelor somewhere on his body. The most common display is a small ring, but he has - on occasion - been known to wear a pendant.
When in combat attire, he sports a solid set of breastplate armor, complete with greeves and bracers. He is not one to usually use gauntlets, but it is not unheard of. It is also commonplace for him to wear a full helm, but only when in direct conflict, or on his horse. Through years of polishing and refinishing his armor has a natural shine to it now, and a bit of a bronzed color that it absorbed from the polish itself. This whole outfit is accented by a dark colored cape - when in more formal settings. It is usual for He Angrui to have a mace hanging from his hip, but it is generally just for show - and the lack of wear on the weapon is a testament to that fact. Cooper's true weapons are the large shield on his back that covers a broadsword that is, likewise, strapped to his back.
Weapons: (2)
Fire ~ A huge hand-and-a-half broadsword that is resting in a sheath on his back with the wave like pattern in the blade that shows superior smithing.
Ice ~ A mace hung at his waist which is only used when in dire need of help.
Personality:
He Angrui is a quiet man not much given to unneeded talk. Possessed of an iron self-control it is rare for Angrui to allow emotions to show openly in front of those he does not know and it is only when he considers a person a good friend that he allows them much of a glimpse into his mind and what he is thinking. When at rest Angrui is liable to take care of his weapons and has an almost odd nervous need to sharpen and polish all of the blades he keeps on his person, this habit is almost unconscious and he can carry on a full conversation while doing it, however it comes from experiences of being attacked while unarmed rather then a need to clean and this allows him to be in a constant state of readiness.
History:
He Angrui was born about twenty eight years ago, on the eastern shores of the Middle Kingdom - in a prominent harbor town on the Yellow River delta. His father was a sailor who, after impregnating and subsequently marrying Angrui's mother, settled down in the town and became a cartographer. Angrui's mother had been a barmaid for almost all of her life, and had also down a bit of sewing to help pay the bills. When Angrui's was born his parents were still trying to get their married life together, and money was scarce. There wasn't any regular schooling for Angrui, and as soon as his body could handle it he went to work at the docks - a notion of his fathers. There was only work, and church, and everything Angrui learned either came from his parents, his co-workers, or the local officials.
In his adolescence Angrui decided he wanted to become a Noble, it was more of iconic worship than anything and a typical childhood dream. But the desire to become a man of glory and wealth came to Angrui later in childhood than most, and he entered into the training to become a soldier on a whim. The army accepted him, and he trained diligently at first. Over the course of the first year his fire died out, and he began to notice everyone seemed to be better than him and feel as if he didn't belong. His peers were taken on as apprentices to older paladins with ease, always leaving Angrui to feel a bit inferior. Angrui was just about to abandon his path and return home when a much older, very wise, colonel by the name of Zhuge Dun, a northern soldier of Chen Lie, offered him a position of tutelage under his mentorship. Which he took and in the years following he made his riches by killing many in battle and rose to a highish rank in the armies of Yuan Shao before the battle of Guan Du where his Lord lost and He Angrui left service unhappy.
Gold:1000
Troops: 0
Name: He Angrui
Title: The New Butcher of Tian Shui
Age: 46
Sex: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 11 Stone 5 Pounds
Appearance:
He Angrui is just under six feet tall with a medium build that errors on the heavy side. His presence has a commanding "awe" to it, regardless of if he purposely wills it to or not.
He Angrui has a full head of dark brown hair, which is often combed strait in lue of any actual upkeep. His hair is thick and full bodied, a common place sight in men his age. He has matching dark brown, that frame his two near black eyes. Set between his eyes is a rather blunt nose that is definitely the main attention point of his face. Resting just below the end of his snout are a pair of slender lips that always seem to be transitioning directly between a smile and a frown.
His skin is a nice olive-brown texture, coming from a mix of good genes and long-term exposure to the sun. His hands have a bit of a "worked' look to them, the crease in his palms obviously indicating either sword use, a familiarity with ropes, or both.
When not in armor, or other official attire, it is common place to find He Angrui wearing rather plain clothing. Usually an off-white tunic and a stern pair of pants that look like they may have seen better days. He will always, in addition to his attire, be wearing a symbol of Pelor somewhere on his body. The most common display is a small ring, but he has - on occasion - been known to wear a pendant.
When in combat attire, he sports a solid set of breastplate armor, complete with greeves and bracers. He is not one to usually use gauntlets, but it is not unheard of. It is also commonplace for him to wear a full helm, but only when in direct conflict, or on his horse. Through years of polishing and refinishing his armor has a natural shine to it now, and a bit of a bronzed color that it absorbed from the polish itself. This whole outfit is accented by a dark colored cape - when in more formal settings. It is usual for He Angrui to have a mace hanging from his hip, but it is generally just for show - and the lack of wear on the weapon is a testament to that fact. Cooper's true weapons are the large shield on his back that covers a broadsword that is, likewise, strapped to his back.
Weapons: (2)
Fire ~ A huge hand-and-a-half broadsword that is resting in a sheath on his back with the wave like pattern in the blade that shows superior smithing.
Ice ~ A mace hung at his waist which is only used when in dire need of help.
Personality:
He Angrui is a quiet man not much given to unneeded talk. Possessed of an iron self-control it is rare for Angrui to allow emotions to show openly in front of those he does not know and it is only when he considers a person a good friend that he allows them much of a glimpse into his mind and what he is thinking. When at rest Angrui is liable to take care of his weapons and has an almost odd nervous need to sharpen and polish all of the blades he keeps on his person, this habit is almost unconscious and he can carry on a full conversation while doing it, however it comes from experiences of being attacked while unarmed rather then a need to clean and this allows him to be in a constant state of readiness.
History:
He Angrui was born about twenty eight years ago, on the eastern shores of the Middle Kingdom - in a prominent harbor town on the Yellow River delta. His father was a sailor who, after impregnating and subsequently marrying Angrui's mother, settled down in the town and became a cartographer. Angrui's mother had been a barmaid for almost all of her life, and had also down a bit of sewing to help pay the bills. When Angrui's was born his parents were still trying to get their married life together, and money was scarce. There wasn't any regular schooling for Angrui, and as soon as his body could handle it he went to work at the docks - a notion of his fathers. There was only work, and church, and everything Angrui learned either came from his parents, his co-workers, or the local officials.
In his adolescence Angrui decided he wanted to become a Noble, it was more of iconic worship than anything and a typical childhood dream. But the desire to become a man of glory and wealth came to Angrui later in childhood than most, and he entered into the training to become a soldier on a whim. The army accepted him, and he trained diligently at first. Over the course of the first year his fire died out, and he began to notice everyone seemed to be better than him and feel as if he didn't belong. His peers were taken on as apprentices to older paladins with ease, always leaving Angrui to feel a bit inferior. Angrui was just about to abandon his path and return home when a much older, very wise, colonel by the name of Zhuge Dun, a northern soldier of Chen Lie, offered him a position of tutelage under his mentorship. Which he took and in the years following he made his riches by killing many in battle and rose to a highish rank in the armies of Yuan Shao before the battle of Guan Du where his Lord lost and He Angrui left service unhappy.
Gold:1000
Troops: 0
