Basic InformationName: Remi Martineau
Age: 30
Gender: male
Occupation: Mercenary
Chosen of: None
Appearance
Apparent Age: Late twenties, early thirties
Height: Tall
Weight: On the lean side of medium
Build: Wiry
Skin Color: Olive, with a tan atop it and bearing more than a few tattoos though all can be hid if necessary.
Eye Color: green
Hair Style: Long and wavy, wears it tied back
Hair Color: Black
Fashion: Remi tends to favor sturdy leathers that will at least slow a blade, if not stop it altogether. He owns a set of leather armor, though he seldom wears it unless he's expecting trouble. All of his clothing is chosen with an eye to movement. Just in case.
Personality
Base Alignment: CG
Personality description:
Remi's public and private personas are like unto different people. Publicly he is affable and optimistic, charming, gregarious, and always ready to buy a round of drinks or offer a fox's cunning smile to the downtrodden.
Under and upon his skin, however, he hides the scars of a dark past. In private moments, he can be cold, downright surly at times. He is more than a little stubborn, and at no time does he put much of a premium on human life. His wasn't worth much to the world, after all. Why should theirs be worth anything to him? At least, that's what he'd have you believe. But he has been known, when he thought himself unobserved, to help the downtrodden and rescue the odd damsel (of either gender. He's not picky.)
Abilities and Powers
Powers not so much, but Remi is a dab hand with many different forms of sharp steel, and not a terrible shot with a blackpowder rifle, either. He knows his way around a campfire and tent, and a bit or two about crude battlefield first aid, though he is no doctor.
Brief Biography:
Remi was born in Gallia some thirty years ago. He doesn't speak much of his past, but rumors whispered of him indicate that he was imprisoned for a time and made a daring escape and now evades the law by selling his sword to the highest bidder. It's not an uncommon tale for someone in his line of work, and he meets such rumors with an affable grin and a shrug.
The past he won't speak of, however, is a painful one. Remi ran afoul of the lord of a small, rural province, a man who fancied the woman Remi planned to wed. The lord wasn't shy about abusing his power and attempted to coerce Remy's bride into marrying him instead. She refused, and in a fit of rage he killed her and declared Remi guilty of the crime, imprisoning him without trial.
Remi spent several years in the dungeons under the keep before making his escape. Too sick and weak from his incarceration to affect his vengeance, Remi fled. His subsequent misadventures led to him falling in with a shorthanded mercenary troupe and making his way to Sunderland. Due to a misunderstanding with the leader of the troupe, he is now sadly underemployed, though he has high hopes of rectifying that status soon. In the years that have passed, he has largely given up on the idea of avenging his fiancee, but if the opportunity presents itself...
Friends: Soibhan Breanainn
Also, Remi is never seen without his dear friend and companion, Beau:
Family: To his knowledge, none that live. (I'm up for giving him a heart attack though if someone wants to provide a long-lost relative.)
Enemies: Also TBA
