Theodoric Xanthril

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Name:
Theodoric Xanthril

 
Gender:
Male

 
Age:
Theodoric, looks old for such a young elf of only two hundred, appearing to be in his late twenties with more than a few scars.

 
Personality:
Hailing for the frozen north, Theodoric, places most of his faith in his strength of arms. This has led to any who deal with him to see only a cruel and hard snow elf. This is only a cover though. He is like his people in the great city of the north a scholar, a musician, a lover of the finer things in life... He has mercy and companion, but only to those he deems worthy of it. He carries a dark secret... And that often shows through more often than not. People often fear, Theodoric, at first glance- and he likes it to stay that way.

 
Distinguishing marks/Appearance:
Theodoric, has many scares from his travels as a hired blade. Most of them stay covered, but one such Mark is not so easy to ignore. A scare that only shows when he removes his mask. His left cheek has a massive scare it runs from the bottom of his Jaw bone just aside his chin, and runs at an upward angle to the base of his ear. The gash now healed the scare is a repulsive reminder of a dark time. Just like the slave brand on his chest.

If found wandering Theodoric is wearing his steel brest plate, thick leather ridding chaps with scale armor over the Thys and groin, and his clock with a thin scarf wrapped around his nose down his neck into his armor. in addition to that his left arm has a plate mail sleeve that covers his left side and has a shielded puldren. On his right arm he has nothing but the padded leather, and a ruling glove.

Theodoric is tall, lean, and has pure white hair with eyes of a bought ice blue.

 
Abilities:
Theodoric, is a sell sword, and one of the best blades that can be hired in all of the sword coast.

 
History:
Theodoric, is now and loves his life as a sell sword, but it was not always so that he wandered the sword coast and took work where it could be found. He used to be a Nobel of House Xanthril, of the frozen north in the capital city. He tries to leave off of this is his past but some things you can never escape.

Theodoric, grew up privileged. Though now no one would know his life before. He was given every opportunity in life, and was raised up to one day lead men on the field of battle. Theodoric, was well versed in the arts, and in culture. He was thought to speak seven languages fluently, and how to read and write in them. To this effect he was thought for the first fifty years of his life to be the scholar. To one day be a ruler of people... Then the next sissy years he was thought something a bit different...

From sixty to one hundred and twenty Theodoric, was being brought up to lead soldiers. To out think is foes and to organize his soldiers into battle formations. He learned strategy, and he learned to fight hard. His morning before breakfast of the sun rose he was drilled relentlessly with the sword four hours every morning. Then he would clean up and eat then off to class to learn for the generals of the land how to lead men in war. It was that until lunch when he would go to more weapon training, until dinner when he would eat then spend time to himself or with his family.

Finally after all of that he was then thrust into a life of a Nobel. His father and mother threw banquets often, and Theodoric, grew restless. He enjoyed the company of beautiful women who's parents sought to secure a better standing for there daughters, and Theodoric even had narrowed down to a few he thought would be a sure choice.

It was then that the worst could have happened. The drow of the north attacked the city during a banquet night. Theodoric, was eager to prove himself and rushed into armor and grabbed his finely crafted twin blades. He fought hard, but it was no use. For all he had done to ready himself the town guard had grown soft, and the soldiers were at the fort drunk. As he fought to clear the streets of orks, and Drow soldiers he was eventually in front of a Drow Matron. Surrounded, and out matched he rushed her, and before he could reach her he was cut down... Unfortunately for "-" he lived. The Drow Matron took interest in him, and she knew he would make a strong slave fighter for the arenas.

It was a long forty years has a slave fighter. His Lady used him to train her other slaves for arena battle, and then used his body as her play ground in the evenings. Living in the under dark , Theodoric grew to know his lady as a crazed women. One night she would want to be dominated... The next next she would turn a knife on Theodoric and leave shallow cuts all Over his body, then use her magic to heal him and use him like the slave he was... She believed it motivated Theodoric to fight harder knowing his lady would be waiting for him after... His only want to win was to avoid more pain after the fight... The scars left after a lost fight were left to stay... To heal naturally.

His escape was a strange one... A night after his taking the championship gladiator battle he awoke in his ladies bed after hours of his "reward", he heard the found of muffled mettle plated feet and knew something was wrong. He pulled his blades and rushed to his ladies defense slicing through the curtain and finding nothing but the light of the crystals. He then heard his lady chocking and gasping for air. As he turned he saw a hooded figure in heavy armor that made no sound with red eyes was garatting his lady.... Theodoric did nothing to stop it... He walked slowly towards her and said what he had dared not speak for fear of torture. His ladies name... As she died rage in her eyes and no breath to draw he stood naked, and assassin vanished. Theodoric, put in his arena armor on... Then fled out the window to start his life as a sell sword.



 
Weapons/Possessions:
Theodoric travels light. His twin blades, and armor being his heaviest items. If it can't fit in his back pack he often will leave it behind when between jobs.