Argus (Ace) MacMannan
Human
Paladin
His parents named him Argus MacMannan, but he prefers
Ace. He's a tall (6'2"), strapping (225 lbs), young (18 years) lad
with green eyes and medium length blondish brownish hair. His build
reminds you of a star High School Quarterback, well muscled, agile, and
lean. He hones his weapons skills and exercises vigorously when time
allows, and it shows. His boyish good looks hide an inward sense
of maturity. He strives for Justice, Honour, and Valour. He
lives by the code of chivalry, and is friendly and well-mannered.
He's always helpful to others and is quick to offer a smile, but with enemies,
he is stern and no nonsense. He cherishes those who call him friend.
He hopes someday to ascend to the rank of Paladin, serving only the ideals
of Justice and Valour, and is actively seeking a knight who would
teach him the ways of a the Paladins. He was born and raised on a
large farm south of the City of Waterdeep. He knows the meaning
of hard work and an honest days wages. His hands are callused and
strong. His skills are those generally learned from farm life, agriculture,
blacksmithing, brewing, weather sense, rope use, and riding (land based
horses), with the addition of some fighting and tracking skills.
He speaks common and a little elven. He wields a double edged cold iron
longsword that he found while exploring a cave two miles away from his
family's ranch. The cave apparently was an undiscovered makeshift
tomb of a long dead knight. The knight's spirit appeared to him when
he touched the handle of the sword that was resting in the grasp of the
skeleton's remains. And had this to say: "Greetings to you, Young
knight. My name is long forgotten. Take this blade, ye o' noble
heart, and brandish it in the name of beloved Justice and Truth.
Follow thine heart, and ye will overcome the darkness of things to come."
A much grander weapon he'd never had the privilege of wielding. His
own short-sword he had forged from scrapped and smelted farming tools just
last summer. This new sword is expertly crafted, with curious
markings and engravings throughout the length of the blade. The crossguard
is crafted into the likeness of a dragon with wings outspread. The
handle is laced with a peculiar substance that makes one's grip upon the
weapon nearly unswerving. The hilt is a large protruding spike, and
would make a nasty tool to bash a foe's skull with. The weapon was
sheathed in a simple leather scabbard. Ace also found another of
the knights former possessions to be intact and of some use: his scarred
and battered black tempered steel breastplate.
His older brother Zack, whom he
looks up to greatly, left the farm two years ago and gained employment
as a member of the City Guard of Waterdeep. Now the restless spirit
of adulthood has come upon him also, and against his Father's council,
Ace yearns to leave the farm and seek adventure as well. So begrudgingly,
his Father Aaron gives him his blessing, and his Mother Rose packs him
a week's supply of food, water, clothes, a bedroll & blanket, and a
tinderbox (flint & steel shavings). He also takes with him what
little gold he has earned doing odd jobs for many of the surrounding farms
and ranches. He bids his Parents and his young sister Heather farewell,
and strides off onto the road to adventure.
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