Name: Lygo Trifolium
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: early spring
Sexuality: Straight
Special Characteristics: Circular scar in left palm + back of hand, big scar right below the ribs, thin pale scar on right side of neck, white scars all over his knuckles.
Personality:
At the local pub Lygo is not one who draws attention, at first. But as the night draws on, and he sit there, with the same beer he bought at the start of the evening, eyes watching from under his hood, back to the wall. People start talking. Who is this man? where is he from? have you seen his hand? what happened? is he dangerous? it's always the less noticable ones that is the most dangerous.
late at night, nearing closingtime. The pubs brawler have finally worked himself up to come over. it's always the same. lygo looks up and say "i would like to avoid this fight, if possible.. we could talk this out peace.." he is always interrupted there, in that sentence.
"Oooooh, but i want to fight you. stranger!" followed up, usually with a punch that has sloppy footwork, easy to detect, easy to block, easy to win.
On the way out, there is always this one guy "hey kiddo, you got some moves there. need a job?" lygo answer "caravan?" "yes." "how much?" "50 to XXXtown" "very well." "at dawn."
Lygo is a bit reserved when he first meet people, being very mistrustful and cautious around them. He do not mind to talk, but doesn’t let much information go at first. Regarding lying as the greatest sin there is, this often a bit mellow character can get very angry whenever he finds out someone have told him a direct lie.
Loyality to your friends is also something hold very dearly in lygos heart, although he does not express this openly. Whenever he observe disloyality, he just keep watching. Grumbling over their "weakness of heart."
Justice, has always been some gibberish knights always spurt as they are about to attack someone, often to kill less fortunate. As a mercenary, he likes to call thing as they are. Murder for money.
At night, he's always restless. Reliving past horrors of his childhood, sweating. often waking up, gripping one of his scars tightly as he scans the area for movement.
One thing that really sickens him, is street punks. He usually gets a pained expression whenever he sees them.
Although cautious, Lygo has never been unsure about himself.
As his nickname suggests, whenever Lygo fights he cannot help but laugh. Although his laugh is usually cheerful, in battle it’s more of a hollow, rattling sound. It has often been speculation about his sanity amongst whoever has seen him fighting.
Despite all his madness and enjoyment in a fight, he tries to avoid conflict whenever possible. Even at times sneaking around in the shadows.
His fighting style would be that of a streetfighter, with dirty tricks, sand in they eye, eyegouging and toe stomping. Often going for the opponents weak spots, he can often be somewhat cruel when it comes to fight.
Lygo have no problems fighting under other people, as long as they pay.
Background:
As a kid, his parents died while he was 5. He just barely escaped from the orphanage, which he knew had a habit of selling the kids as cheap labor. Soon joined up with a few other kids in an old building. There was a girl that grew crops up on the rooftop, a bookworm, a trouble finder and a fat kid. He was the one always the one which took the fight, often lost too to the older kids. At age 12, the older kids had gotten enough of him, so they tried to crucify Lygo in an alley. They had managed to drive in the nail of his left palm before the police shoved up. Lygo left town the next day, hands still bloody from his revenge.
After a couple years as a drifter, he sat at a bar. Something cold went over his neck, and his eyes blurred. As he came to, there was a big guy with a sword on his back leaning over him. Lygo couldn’t hear. The man who saved his life was a mercenary, and introduced Lygo to the trade.
Couple of years went. Lygo and the mercenary spent the evenings talking about “the big pay”, and how to spend them. Days went to work as escort for trade goods. At 17, the “big pay” job came. They was hired in to bring down a bandit fort in the woods. They had a ballista. Lygo was the first one to get hit by it. He gasped for air, and as more people fell, his mind went blank. When he came to, bone spikes were jutting out all over his body, and he was the only survivor. He understood quickly that he couldn’t be found like this, he’d be killed off quickly, so he ran to the woods.
At age 20, he says to himself. “I want two things. I want to learn more about my abilities, this is as far I can get without guidance. And.. I want a nice house. I need to go to the town for both of them. Hahahahaha!”
Likes:Children (children helped him through his first stages of life.), money (greedy mercenary, don't need a map for that.), furniture (he never had much of those), the truth (he values truth, simple).
Dislikes: Lygo strongly dislikes insects, specifically wasps (usually sting him. for some reason he likes bees and bumblebees), the sound of nails being hammered (almost crucified by street punks at age 12), ballistae (was impaled by one oat age 17), knives (almost assassinated at age 14), street punks (used to fight them, also crucified by them) and tax collectors (again, greed, mercenary, selfexplainable).
Motivations: Money, property and favors (in the streets, your word is your worth. if people owe you, you have the currency of the street)
Fears: Pea soup (really hates the taste so bad he was traumatized when he had to eat it due to poverty as a kid), reaaaaaally heavy books (once, one of his friends got a hold of a really big book, it fell over him.) and orphanages (barely escaped the clutches of one at 5, they used child labor as funding, he also knew they were doing something fishy other than that to the kids).
General Appearance
Height: 5ft10" (this here is almost enough to just rage quit the whole thing...^^')
Weight: 198lbs
Hair: Brown, just barely down to shoulders, unkept.
Eyes: Green
Skin Tone: pale greyish
Appearance: He got more of the build of a swordsman, or a pugilist. Lifeless brown hair hang down to his shoulders, there is usually beard stubs on his face. When Lygos eyes finally catch you, they seem so intense that most people would forget to check his eye colour. They’d need to check again to see that they’re green.
This man likes practical clothes with high durability, nothing too heavy. Colours, brown, green, grey and black.
Guild/Council
Guild: Freelance (mercenary)
Tattoo: None
Rank: D
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: early spring
Sexuality: Straight
Special Characteristics: Circular scar in left palm + back of hand, big scar right below the ribs, thin pale scar on right side of neck, white scars all over his knuckles.
Personality:
At the local pub Lygo is not one who draws attention, at first. But as the night draws on, and he sit there, with the same beer he bought at the start of the evening, eyes watching from under his hood, back to the wall. People start talking. Who is this man? where is he from? have you seen his hand? what happened? is he dangerous? it's always the less noticable ones that is the most dangerous.
late at night, nearing closingtime. The pubs brawler have finally worked himself up to come over. it's always the same. lygo looks up and say "i would like to avoid this fight, if possible.. we could talk this out peace.." he is always interrupted there, in that sentence.
"Oooooh, but i want to fight you. stranger!" followed up, usually with a punch that has sloppy footwork, easy to detect, easy to block, easy to win.
On the way out, there is always this one guy "hey kiddo, you got some moves there. need a job?" lygo answer "caravan?" "yes." "how much?" "50 to XXXtown" "very well." "at dawn."
Lygo is a bit reserved when he first meet people, being very mistrustful and cautious around them. He do not mind to talk, but doesn’t let much information go at first. Regarding lying as the greatest sin there is, this often a bit mellow character can get very angry whenever he finds out someone have told him a direct lie.
Loyality to your friends is also something hold very dearly in lygos heart, although he does not express this openly. Whenever he observe disloyality, he just keep watching. Grumbling over their "weakness of heart."
Justice, has always been some gibberish knights always spurt as they are about to attack someone, often to kill less fortunate. As a mercenary, he likes to call thing as they are. Murder for money.
At night, he's always restless. Reliving past horrors of his childhood, sweating. often waking up, gripping one of his scars tightly as he scans the area for movement.
One thing that really sickens him, is street punks. He usually gets a pained expression whenever he sees them.
Although cautious, Lygo has never been unsure about himself.
As his nickname suggests, whenever Lygo fights he cannot help but laugh. Although his laugh is usually cheerful, in battle it’s more of a hollow, rattling sound. It has often been speculation about his sanity amongst whoever has seen him fighting.
Despite all his madness and enjoyment in a fight, he tries to avoid conflict whenever possible. Even at times sneaking around in the shadows.
His fighting style would be that of a streetfighter, with dirty tricks, sand in they eye, eyegouging and toe stomping. Often going for the opponents weak spots, he can often be somewhat cruel when it comes to fight.
Lygo have no problems fighting under other people, as long as they pay.
Background:
As a kid, his parents died while he was 5. He just barely escaped from the orphanage, which he knew had a habit of selling the kids as cheap labor. Soon joined up with a few other kids in an old building. There was a girl that grew crops up on the rooftop, a bookworm, a trouble finder and a fat kid. He was the one always the one which took the fight, often lost too to the older kids. At age 12, the older kids had gotten enough of him, so they tried to crucify Lygo in an alley. They had managed to drive in the nail of his left palm before the police shoved up. Lygo left town the next day, hands still bloody from his revenge.
After a couple years as a drifter, he sat at a bar. Something cold went over his neck, and his eyes blurred. As he came to, there was a big guy with a sword on his back leaning over him. Lygo couldn’t hear. The man who saved his life was a mercenary, and introduced Lygo to the trade.
Couple of years went. Lygo and the mercenary spent the evenings talking about “the big pay”, and how to spend them. Days went to work as escort for trade goods. At 17, the “big pay” job came. They was hired in to bring down a bandit fort in the woods. They had a ballista. Lygo was the first one to get hit by it. He gasped for air, and as more people fell, his mind went blank. When he came to, bone spikes were jutting out all over his body, and he was the only survivor. He understood quickly that he couldn’t be found like this, he’d be killed off quickly, so he ran to the woods.
At age 20, he says to himself. “I want two things. I want to learn more about my abilities, this is as far I can get without guidance. And.. I want a nice house. I need to go to the town for both of them. Hahahahaha!”
Likes:Children (children helped him through his first stages of life.), money (greedy mercenary, don't need a map for that.), furniture (he never had much of those), the truth (he values truth, simple).
Dislikes: Lygo strongly dislikes insects, specifically wasps (usually sting him. for some reason he likes bees and bumblebees), the sound of nails being hammered (almost crucified by street punks at age 12), ballistae (was impaled by one oat age 17), knives (almost assassinated at age 14), street punks (used to fight them, also crucified by them) and tax collectors (again, greed, mercenary, selfexplainable).
Motivations: Money, property and favors (in the streets, your word is your worth. if people owe you, you have the currency of the street)
Fears: Pea soup (really hates the taste so bad he was traumatized when he had to eat it due to poverty as a kid), reaaaaaally heavy books (once, one of his friends got a hold of a really big book, it fell over him.) and orphanages (barely escaped the clutches of one at 5, they used child labor as funding, he also knew they were doing something fishy other than that to the kids).
General Appearance
Height: 5ft10" (this here is almost enough to just rage quit the whole thing...^^')
Weight: 198lbs
Hair: Brown, just barely down to shoulders, unkept.
Eyes: Green
Skin Tone: pale greyish
Appearance: He got more of the build of a swordsman, or a pugilist. Lifeless brown hair hang down to his shoulders, there is usually beard stubs on his face. When Lygos eyes finally catch you, they seem so intense that most people would forget to check his eye colour. They’d need to check again to see that they’re green.
This man likes practical clothes with high durability, nothing too heavy. Colours, brown, green, grey and black.
Guild/Council
Guild: Freelance (mercenary)
Tattoo: None
Rank: D
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