Alignment: Chaotic Good
Guild: Skull Hawks
Foundation Points: 1,300
Foundation Title: Whisperer
Soldier turned mercenary, who now has become a traveling sell-sword of sorts. Tired of the constraints and "rules" of governments and military life, you seek out freedom in the trade of your sword to those that can afford it. Other times, however...you provide the strength of your blade to those that would otherwise be unable to afford it all the same. I suppose those long past days of training under your grandfather's ever watchful eyes has returned to echo in your heart after all. I suppose one can never run from ones past either.
Admittedly, you know all these choices just serve as a distraction from the truth of who you are. Who you were born to be, but until you can come to grips with that notion...I suppose helping that poor farmer out with a few brigands will have be your "noble" deed for the day. Although, you must say the farmer's young daughter smiling from ear to ear seeing you return with their stolen horses was a good enough payment in it by itself. Oh, how old would your sister be now if she were still alive? Her age perhaps? Perhaps...