Character Name:Gellion Mirlande Race: Oblivionite Gender: male Class: Warrior
Appearance: He is a little on the wiry side due to his natural youth but strong muscles are developing from his many hours spent practising with his fine longsword. He is deceptively fast for his size and his hair is neatly pulled back in big thick corn-rows to stop it from getting in his way when he's otherwise engaged. He seems very relaxed and at ease most of the time, belying the dangerous aura just under the surface.
Personality: Gellion is at his most deadly with a smile on his face. Some have been known to call him the 'laughing swordsman' as a result of his near insane-seeming enjoyment of battle and bloodlust. The core of Gellion is pretty simple; he is a man who knows what his prowess and stake are in the world. It is important to know your place in society and Gellion is comfortable with his. He doesn't dwell on things much and tends to be a little stubborn and set in his thoughts. That being said, this doesn't mean he is not deceptive. Because his motives are pretty much 'do what I'm good at' this makes him a very flighty ally, enemy and generally unpredictable creature. He doesn't hold much to allegiance or coin. He is more interested in the hunt or the thrill of the fight. He doesn't have much interest outside of fighting, thus any formalities and being nice is usually only if there is a chance for violence to develop in a situation. He is incredibly deceptive because his motives are very hard to guess, and some regard him as a wild beast that can barely be contained. He is a mostly selfish being that doesn't care much about politics or the distant future. Perhaps his only predictable trait is his deep fascination with food. He loves gourmet cooking, bakeries, sweets, exotic fruits and spices, anything baked, glazed, brewed or otherwise roasted, broiled, boiled, frozen or steamed. Pastries, meat dishes, sides, salads, sauces, broths, buns, thick pastas and flame-grilled seafoods. If it is something that can be eaten, he is interested. His tastes are expensive as well and a good meal is enough of a promise to get him to do just about anything. He will never turn down a meal, start a fight in the middle of a tavern or otherwise disrespect a chef. He observes all the social niceties if he is in a cafe, regardless of location or his preconceptions. His fascination is borderline creepy.
Biography/Background: “A skilled soldier kills your enemies, but a skilled duellist kills your allies.” Gellion's father was a guard stationed to a small, simple garrison, he lived a simple life and had a taste for good cooking; not surprisingly Gellion's mother was the chef in the local tavern. They courted, married, and out popped a perfectly normal Gellion. Then one night his father was killed in a duel against a travelling warrior over a stumble. No one could dispute the duellist even though he had been drunk and gone to the extreme over a tiny offence and the funeral costs that were paid to Mirlande's family was a tiny consolation for a dead husband and father. The Duellist was not punished or reprimanded and the whole event was swept under the rug for the town. Gellion saw that the strong would always preserve over the weak and that no one challenges the true strength of a warrior. His mother died a few months later, she simply caught ill and did not rise, the local midwives said it was a broken heart; so Gellion left his pleasant little town and went to the capital to become a duellist. He had been taught basic fighting from his father and managed to win a little patronage and get an adequate instructor.
Thoughts on the Great Engagement: Ah, the moment when swords clash, the weak die and the strong rise up in a fount of blood and glory. I've nothing against a strong opponent, I don't really care why we're fighting who-- just as long as I can become the strongest in the land. Thoughts on the Dragons: What a waste of good meat-- dragon meat is best served with a spiced wine and heated slowly on a rotisserie for several hours- serve with hot potatoes and finish with a light berry pastry. If only they didn't vanish on death-- Oh, their orbs are handy too.
Regular: -Make me a sammich Some pucky orderite wants to steal Gel's lunch, but after asserting that there is enough to share, they form a bond of food and food maker. -Desert Salutations Gel gets lost in a storm and meets another of his kind, Raemos -Camping Out After being saved by Merikh from their dinner, Gel sets about the domestic tasks while they weather in a cave. -
- Aiskala Dragon Orb x1
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