Post by Lewyn Longlance on Nov 6, 2014 4:22:04 GMT
Name: Lewyn.
Bynames: He styles himself Lewyn Longlance, but he has alternately been called Lewyn Loudmouth or Lewyn Lastchance; his men universally refer to him as Lieutenant Lew.
Age: 28.
Origin: Ny Sar, along the Rhoyne river; ethnically Rhoynish.
Status: Commander of the Long Lances, a cavalry unit. [4]
Attributes:
2d Agility
4d Animal Handling (1b Ride, 1b Train)
3d Athletics (1b Swim)
3d Awareness
3d Cunning
2d Deception
3d Endurance
4d Fighting (3b Spears)
2d Marksmanship
2d Healing
2d Knowledge
3d Persuasion (1b Convince)
4d Status
2d Stealth
2d Survival
4d Warfare (1b Command)
2d Will
Benefits:
Animal Cohort: [Kelpie, a destrier]; +1d on all Fighting tests when Animal is present (Animal Handling 3-Train 1)
Leader of Men: Reorganize one disorganized unit or rally one routed unit in each round of a Skirmish or Battle (Warfare 4-1 Command)
Expertise: Gain +1d with one specialty [Spears].
Armor Mastery: +1 AV, -1 AP.
Drawbacks:
Nemesis: Aelon Volense, Captain of the free company known as the Honor of Valyria. Formerly a Valyrian officer who served alongside Lewyn in Valyria's many wars. The staid, priggish officer disliked Lewyn immediately; that dislike ripened to hate after Lewyn slept with the man's wife and daughter, and only deepened farther after Lewyn sided with the mutineers against 'Emperor' Aurion.
Flaw: Unsteady. -1d to all marksmanship rolls.
Derived Statistics:
Intrigue Defense: 10
Composure: 6
Combat Defense: 8
Health: 9
Equipment:
Kelpie, a destrier.
Scale armor.
War Lance.
2x Light [Tourney] Lance.
Shield.
Boar spear.
Dagger.
Physical Description: Dark haired and dark eyed, with long wild hair and a short beard. Lewyn is tall and lithe, often clad in scaled armor reminiscent of his ancestors of old and wielding a spear or lance.
Background: Lewyn was born in the conquered city of Ny Sar along the Rhoyne. His mother died in childbirth; his father was a failing stablemaster with an addiction to the bottle and a free hand for beatings. Lewyn worked in his father's stable for years, dodging his father's cuffs and wandering the diminished streets of his city. He would trade blows with the city kids and listen to the Valyrian magistrates stump for votes with their soaring rhetoric, though of course neither he nor his father were permitted to cast a ballot.
His father died when Lewyn was fourteen, victim of some overzealous creditors to whom Lew the Elder owed coin. He went unmourned by his son, who had no money and no prospects in Ny Sar. Lewyn took the last two horses in the stables, sold one for weapons and armor, then found a recruiter and signed on for ten years in the Valyrian legions. He never knew what cause half of the campaigns he embarked on were for, and he never much cared, either. And though he started green as summer grass, the boy fought half mad and with surprising skill. By the time he was 19, his squad had put him forth as their serjeant.
Thus began Lewyn's peculiar military career. For most men, fighting in war is a straight line -- most stayed where they were, be that general or levy, for their whole career. In the Valyrian legions, however, merit was rewarded, and so men could climb a slope to esteemed positions. But only for Lewyn was service a wheel -- climbing the ranks through inspired innovation and mad courage, only to be busted back down to the rank and file for his insubordination and disorderly conduct. This was a pattern that happened again and again. Lewyn Longlance could not be simply dismissed or executed as an example, such was his ability to conquer tasks no one else would even dream of. But Lewyn Loudmouth could never be countenanced in the company of genteel officers for very long. Once after a night of drinking and debauchery with a fellow officer, Lewyn awoke with a splitting headache and confessed he could no longer remember which was the superior of the other (both received floggings for their numerous drunken crimes).
Lewyn endured this wheel of promotions with a smirk and a laugh, in no small part because no matter how much he pissed off those around him, he had always held the very highest opinion of himself. There was no better fighter or lover, nor a more cunning mind under the sun than Lewyn Longlance, according to Lewyn Longlance. And while he cared not a whit for ideology or patriotism, he dearly loved battle.
Lewyn and his legion were stationed in Qohor when the Doom came. When Emperor Aurion called on them to follow him south to war, Lewyn followed easily enough -- he cared not that this tyrant was different from any of the others. Once it became clear that Aurion had no coin to pay his conquering army, however, Lewyn and his lancers turned on the would-be Emperor. In the aftermath, with no more killing or coin close at hand, they joined with them that would become the Ashen Band.
Reputation: In battle, Lewyn is as fierce as they come, often volunteering for the very worst and most brutal assignments. He can possess a fierce love for those who fight beside and under him. But in peace or stagnation, Lewyn grows bored and lazy. And when bored, he is a natural agitator and rabblerouser, sometimes provoking fights just for the excitement of it. He hates those fucking archers.
Bynames: He styles himself Lewyn Longlance, but he has alternately been called Lewyn Loudmouth or Lewyn Lastchance; his men universally refer to him as Lieutenant Lew.
Age: 28.
Origin: Ny Sar, along the Rhoyne river; ethnically Rhoynish.
Status: Commander of the Long Lances, a cavalry unit. [4]
Attributes:
2d Agility
4d Animal Handling (1b Ride, 1b Train)
3d Athletics (1b Swim)
3d Awareness
3d Cunning
2d Deception
3d Endurance
4d Fighting (3b Spears)
2d Marksmanship
2d Healing
2d Knowledge
3d Persuasion (1b Convince)
4d Status
2d Stealth
2d Survival
4d Warfare (1b Command)
2d Will
Benefits:
Animal Cohort: [Kelpie, a destrier]; +1d on all Fighting tests when Animal is present (Animal Handling 3-Train 1)
Leader of Men: Reorganize one disorganized unit or rally one routed unit in each round of a Skirmish or Battle (Warfare 4-1 Command)
Expertise: Gain +1d with one specialty [Spears].
Armor Mastery: +1 AV, -1 AP.
Drawbacks:
Nemesis: Aelon Volense, Captain of the free company known as the Honor of Valyria. Formerly a Valyrian officer who served alongside Lewyn in Valyria's many wars. The staid, priggish officer disliked Lewyn immediately; that dislike ripened to hate after Lewyn slept with the man's wife and daughter, and only deepened farther after Lewyn sided with the mutineers against 'Emperor' Aurion.
Flaw: Unsteady. -1d to all marksmanship rolls.
Derived Statistics:
Intrigue Defense: 10
Composure: 6
Combat Defense: 8
Health: 9
Equipment:
Kelpie, a destrier.
Scale armor.
War Lance.
2x Light [Tourney] Lance.
Shield.
Boar spear.
Dagger.
Physical Description: Dark haired and dark eyed, with long wild hair and a short beard. Lewyn is tall and lithe, often clad in scaled armor reminiscent of his ancestors of old and wielding a spear or lance.
Background: Lewyn was born in the conquered city of Ny Sar along the Rhoyne. His mother died in childbirth; his father was a failing stablemaster with an addiction to the bottle and a free hand for beatings. Lewyn worked in his father's stable for years, dodging his father's cuffs and wandering the diminished streets of his city. He would trade blows with the city kids and listen to the Valyrian magistrates stump for votes with their soaring rhetoric, though of course neither he nor his father were permitted to cast a ballot.
His father died when Lewyn was fourteen, victim of some overzealous creditors to whom Lew the Elder owed coin. He went unmourned by his son, who had no money and no prospects in Ny Sar. Lewyn took the last two horses in the stables, sold one for weapons and armor, then found a recruiter and signed on for ten years in the Valyrian legions. He never knew what cause half of the campaigns he embarked on were for, and he never much cared, either. And though he started green as summer grass, the boy fought half mad and with surprising skill. By the time he was 19, his squad had put him forth as their serjeant.
Thus began Lewyn's peculiar military career. For most men, fighting in war is a straight line -- most stayed where they were, be that general or levy, for their whole career. In the Valyrian legions, however, merit was rewarded, and so men could climb a slope to esteemed positions. But only for Lewyn was service a wheel -- climbing the ranks through inspired innovation and mad courage, only to be busted back down to the rank and file for his insubordination and disorderly conduct. This was a pattern that happened again and again. Lewyn Longlance could not be simply dismissed or executed as an example, such was his ability to conquer tasks no one else would even dream of. But Lewyn Loudmouth could never be countenanced in the company of genteel officers for very long. Once after a night of drinking and debauchery with a fellow officer, Lewyn awoke with a splitting headache and confessed he could no longer remember which was the superior of the other (both received floggings for their numerous drunken crimes).
Lewyn endured this wheel of promotions with a smirk and a laugh, in no small part because no matter how much he pissed off those around him, he had always held the very highest opinion of himself. There was no better fighter or lover, nor a more cunning mind under the sun than Lewyn Longlance, according to Lewyn Longlance. And while he cared not a whit for ideology or patriotism, he dearly loved battle.
Lewyn and his legion were stationed in Qohor when the Doom came. When Emperor Aurion called on them to follow him south to war, Lewyn followed easily enough -- he cared not that this tyrant was different from any of the others. Once it became clear that Aurion had no coin to pay his conquering army, however, Lewyn and his lancers turned on the would-be Emperor. In the aftermath, with no more killing or coin close at hand, they joined with them that would become the Ashen Band.
Reputation: In battle, Lewyn is as fierce as they come, often volunteering for the very worst and most brutal assignments. He can possess a fierce love for those who fight beside and under him. But in peace or stagnation, Lewyn grows bored and lazy. And when bored, he is a natural agitator and rabblerouser, sometimes provoking fights just for the excitement of it. He hates those fucking archers.
