Last Name: Tharmen
Appearance:
In-Game description:
This tall and broad human seems to be in his thirties. He has a muscular physic and build. He has pale complexion, brown hair, deep green eyes and a shaven face.
The man wears a full plate armor of high condition and quality, carrying a round metal shield either on his left hand or shouldered to his back. A worn cloak falls down from his shoulder, flapping behind him. Underneath the cloak rests a pair of longswords sheathed inside strapped scrabbards. The blades hilts sticks out visible behind his head, unless wielded. On his feet is a pair of armor plated boots, worn by travel.
He regards you with his keen eyes with a stern look on his face.
Race: Illuskan human male
Age: 31 (in 1349 DR)
Height 188 cm (6'2'')
Weight: 102 kg (225 lbs)
Eyes: Deep green
Hair: Brown hair, cut to medium.
Facial Hair Style: None, he shaves his face regulary.
Personality Profile: Scarred mentally by his failures performing his helmite duty led Roric to abandone his faith in The Watcher. He still agrees to help people in need, but makes sure he lets them know he is not resposible for them and requires them to arm themselves. Reverting his prayer to Tempus, because his skill and constant use of arms, he requires people fight for themselves rather pleed for the help of others. While maintaining his trustworthines he seems to have lost little part of his manner and most of his smile.
When he makes a promise he sees it done. He never breaks his word. Roric demands excelence of himself in anything what he does. Failure can have disastrous effects for him and he doesn't take them lightly.
General Health: Roric is in prime condition both body and mind.
Deity: Tempus (Formely: Helm)
Initial Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Profession: Warrior, Soldier of Fortune, Mercenary. (Formerly: Helmite Devot.)
Base Class & Proposed Development: Fighter/Bodyguard/Man-At-Arms
Habits/Hobbies: When bored or lacking anything else to do. He whittles wood with a knife (If such is possible). Something he has done since childhood.
Languages: Common
Weapons of Choice: Longsword and Heavy Shield
Background: Roric was born to a family of four in mining city of Sundabar, Silver Marches. He had a good and loving childhood. His mother stayed home and cared for him and his little brother. His father worked in the militia of the city, called The Stone Shields. He was a firm man with strong principles and he was also a devoted Helmite and took volantery work on the local temple, called The Hall of The Vigilance, when he had time from his duties. It was no suprise that Roric and his little brother was brought up with these same traits as his father. Often when they were old enough, his father would take the boys to see the training the militia practised in the barracks. The two little boys took part in the training with their wooden swords out of the way of real training. Years rolled on and those wooden swords became metal ones and the corner became the very training circle the boys were first watching. His father knew the dangers of the harsh North, had taken part in more than a few orc raids and survived with his skill with arms. He passed on everything he knew to his sons, hoping they would use them to protect themselves and others in need.
As Roric grew to a fine young man, time came for him to take a course in his own life. He was old enough to go and make a life of his own. His father was now retired and had became a priest of the Watcher in the local temple. Roric followed his father and worked for the church for a few years, taking chores and duties given to him with a firm nod. His father had hoped his son would sign up for the Stone Shield in his footsteps, but this was not the case. As time rolled past Roric loaned for the road. He had always dreamed of traveling the roads and seeing the world. When his little brother grew and eventually signed up for the Stone Shield, Roric knew he could now fullfill his dream. Knowing his father was content that his place was now filled by his brother. He then packed his things and said farewell to his family, promising his old man he would keep all he taught in his heart. A thing which made his father a very conent and happy man.
Roric worked as a sellsword around the area of Sundabar for some time and then after gathering enough funds he took to the road towards Silverymoon and kept going. After a few years passed he finally made it to the city of Neverwinter. There he worked for sometime until making his way to the famed Helm's Hold nearby the city. He stayed in this helmite community for two years, until making his way to the ports of Neverwinter. He there took work in a merchant vessel that was sailing towards Baldur's Gate. Not once he failed his father on his journey and he was firm of not doing so.
Goals: Roric helps protect those that require or need it. That is his primary goal in life for now. He might do it alone or join a group of likeminded, although he will give the latter a long thought.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
Roric did find out his father is dead by a letter from his brother. He is determinate to see his old mans grave before meeting his own end.
