┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Civil War | Tears in Heaven | Champion Red ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ Basic Information Full Name: Rikkert aep Axford Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Anglian Ailor Sexuality: Heterosexual Preferred Weapon: Shortspear. Skill Information Skill Proficiencies (26 Available points, 10 available cultural) Pole Combat Skill + 20 (From points, 10 points ailor boost) Intensive training by a disgraced Lancyon Mercenary, specialized with the Shortspear, though he is capable of wielding a Halberd, albeit without the use of a shield Heavy Bow Combat Skill +6 (From Boosts) The beginnings of an education at the Academy of Axford, before eventually dropping out halfway through his education. Culinary Arts +10 (From Cultural points) A skill picked up in his travels by his previous mercenary captain. Body Shape Body Statistics: 20 + 6 = 26 Body Build: Athletic Body Fat: Low Body Fat Languages Common Anglian Visual Information Eye Color: Pale Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Hair Style: Plain and short Skin Color: Pale Clothing: Common clothes, cheap and simple. Plain colors. Height: 5’10 Personality Choose your Character Alignment: Neutral Good A life lived under the boot of others, and at the receiving end of others spite and punishment would shape his desire to be unlike them. He seeks to do good to others, and treat others with respect, in the hopes that they will themselves return respect his way. His life on the road, both as an outcast for being a dropout and as a Mercenary has helped place an iffy view of the law, and of social norms. Choose your Character Personality Type: Defender Choose your Character's Religion: Unionism Faith score: 6 / 10 Life Story Rikkert was born on a small farm on the outskirts of Axford as the first son of Wulfric and Hedwig. He was tasked with working the fields of the farm at a very young age. His father had hoped for a son, but up to then only been given a daughter born with a debilitating birth defect that left her a bleeder. With one less hand to work the fields, Rikkert’s father worked Rikkert extra hard. The beatings were a regular part of Rikkert’s childhood, and Rikkert would soon come to have the habit of flinching the moment his father stepped near. His mother was a quiet and meek woman who lacked the mental and physical constitution to step up and guard her son. Rikkert took the beatings however, all in the foolish belief that his father would then leave his meek sister and mother be. For some time, this was the truth, though this would soon change when the families crops failed during harvest-season of 298 AC. His father turned to the bottle. When he drank, he would beat Rikkert and his mother with increased fervor. This is how Rikkert earned his first scar, one running over his lip after his father threw a smashed bottle at him. This mistreatment would soon end however, when Rikkert was sent off. He was unloved by his father, but that didn’t mean his father wouldn’t dictate his life. Young Rikkert, at only age 14, was sent off to the Wabnbog Hooge School ter Axford to learn the Wabnbog discipline that his father had learned, and his father before that again. The school was rough for Rikkert. Once more, much like how he had lived his life back home, he became an outcast. With his obvious gaps in knowledge as compared to his fellow students, and his quiet and passive personality leading him to be an easy target for the vicious bullying often found amongst aggressively competitive teenage boys. The years in the Wapnbog academy was grueling, and eventually he snapped. After an incident involving a misfired shot, and a fellow student left with a nasty eye-injury, he was discharged and sent home. Rikkert’s father was furious. The beatings got worse. His father would drink, come home, beat the three of them, then pass out. This went on for a week, until one day he went to far. In his rage, he knocked Rikkert into a doorframe, knocking him out. His streak continued however, as he would first beat his wife so gruesomely, he left a dent in her face, he then continued, and beat Rikkert’s sister to death. Rikkert awoke to a gruesome scene. AT only age sixteen, he was faced with the death of the only two people in his life who had showed him even a semblance of love and kindness. Before he could confront his father, he grabbed the families coin-purse, and ran. He ran as far as his legs could take him, for hours, miles on end. He ran until he couldn’t run any longer, and collapsed. When he awoke, he awoke within a well lit tent. Before him, sat a man clad in a brigandine armour, and with a spear at his side. This man was Richard. A disgraced Lancyon knight turned mercenary. Rikkert told Richard his story, and was then offered a choice by Richard. Join them, or return home. It wasn’t a hard decision. With nothing left in this world, he accepted the Lancyon’s offer, and joined under as his apprentice. Here, he finally found the semblance of kinship he had sought after for so long. His training was intensive and difficult, yes, but he was surrounded by people who backed him up, as opposed to pushing him down. He became proficient with the spear and shield. He became so good in fact, that at age 20, Richard would pass on his Leather Lancyon ball over to Rikkert had a ceremonious gift of graduation. Life was finally making sense. Though, as life always did for Rikkert, it would deal him one more bad hand. Rikkert and his band were on a mission to recover some documents from an abandoned library when they were jumped. The band was attacked by a rival mercenary band, and heavily outnumbered. Rikkert got taken out early in the fight, being dealt a nasty cut across his eye, and covered by a bookshelf and books. The rest of the band didn’t notice him as they escaped. They left him to die. The rival band didn’t notice him either. Rikkert awoke, four hours later, alone. WIth effort, he managed to heave the bookshelf off him, and using his spear as a cane, he made his way to the nearest settlement. None of his band could be found. With the last of his money, he got himself patched up, and left. Alone again.
Here is your review. The body stat calculation is wrong, you have 15 points in Pole Combat and 5 in Shielding Combat, which means your calculation is 15 Pole + 5 Shielding = 20 Points Athletic. Make the changes in red and tag me when you're done.
