Name: Angrion Greenthorne
Nickname/Alias: Ang, Angrion, Green. General. All are common nicknames.
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: Six foot four inches
Weight: Rather round, but more so do to muscles than too much eating.
Hair: Wood brown
Eyes: Hazel
Skin: A bit of a tan, not much, from spending a large amount of his time outside in the sun.
Identifying Marks: His scars, two on his left forearm.
Alignment: Neutral Lawful. He has his own moral code and way of thinking, good and evil are important to him, but he believes more in his own morals than the morals of good or the morals of evil.
Appearance: He has an air of invincibility, leadership, and a learned voice. He speaks to people in the same tone as he would commanding people on the battlefield.
Strengths: A natural leader and a decent swordsman, though out of practice. He is rather educated, though he doesn't always appear to be so.
Weaknesses and fears: He can be paranoid at times, though does his best to hide this irrational fear. He has a knowledge of how to use each and every weapon to its best, but can't personally use any weapon except for a sword.
Religion: He worships Skeira, and on occasion Jax.
Titles: Though he is yet to find a army to lead in the North, he insists on using his title of General
Backstory: He is the second son of a Noble family, he has no other siblings except his brother. At a young age, he was obsessed with military history and war. When he came of age, his father didn't not want his two sons to fight over their inheritance, though he thought it obvious they were going to unless he stepped in. So, he sent Angrion away... Angrion, confused and angry at his father's stupidity, joined the army... He began his military career as an officer in the army. Eventually, though, he advanced through the ranks for his oustanding performances on the battlefield. On one skirmish, however, the general of his army had been shot by an arrow and killed. Angrion, acting upon instinct, elected himself the new General. They won the battle by a narrow margin. The general, grateful he was still alive, promised Angrion that he would be the leader of his own army one day... Shortly afterwards, Angrion was banished from this kingdom, for reasons that he refuses to tell anyone. He travelled to the North... And the rest of his history is yet to happen.
Nickname/Alias: Ang, Angrion, Green. General. All are common nicknames.
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: Six foot four inches
Weight: Rather round, but more so do to muscles than too much eating.
Hair: Wood brown
Eyes: Hazel
Skin: A bit of a tan, not much, from spending a large amount of his time outside in the sun.
Identifying Marks: His scars, two on his left forearm.
Alignment: Neutral Lawful. He has his own moral code and way of thinking, good and evil are important to him, but he believes more in his own morals than the morals of good or the morals of evil.
Appearance: He has an air of invincibility, leadership, and a learned voice. He speaks to people in the same tone as he would commanding people on the battlefield.
Strengths: A natural leader and a decent swordsman, though out of practice. He is rather educated, though he doesn't always appear to be so.
Weaknesses and fears: He can be paranoid at times, though does his best to hide this irrational fear. He has a knowledge of how to use each and every weapon to its best, but can't personally use any weapon except for a sword.
Religion: He worships Skeira, and on occasion Jax.
Titles: Though he is yet to find a army to lead in the North, he insists on using his title of General
Backstory: He is the second son of a Noble family, he has no other siblings except his brother. At a young age, he was obsessed with military history and war. When he came of age, his father didn't not want his two sons to fight over their inheritance, though he thought it obvious they were going to unless he stepped in. So, he sent Angrion away... Angrion, confused and angry at his father's stupidity, joined the army... He began his military career as an officer in the army. Eventually, though, he advanced through the ranks for his oustanding performances on the battlefield. On one skirmish, however, the general of his army had been shot by an arrow and killed. Angrion, acting upon instinct, elected himself the new General. They won the battle by a narrow margin. The general, grateful he was still alive, promised Angrion that he would be the leader of his own army one day... Shortly afterwards, Angrion was banished from this kingdom, for reasons that he refuses to tell anyone. He travelled to the North... And the rest of his history is yet to happen.