3. George Longcloak

George Longcloak


  • Description

    This young human is a sight to behold.
    Not necessarily because of his looks or size, nor indeed because of any abnormality to his person.
    What mostly draws the eye is the clothes he wears. Oversized, puffed and folded fabrics cover his upper body, while the tightness of his hosen is almost unseemly. Matched or mismatched, he parades in bright colours and expensive fabrics, slashed in patterns to reveal other equally colourful layers beneath, with a wide brimmed beret to match, you'd swear that thing provides enough shade for all his friends. Not to mention the feathers you're not sure there's a roc big enough to provide.
    Even when he wears the armour of the city's mariners, he insists on pushing the boundaries of the dresscode. Proudly wearing the city's colours, yes, and made to size, but they still sport the slashed patterns with the colour of his rank beneath.
    Despite all the frippery, he wears a simple enough amulet around his neck. An upright gauntlet made of steel, with an open eye.

    The halberd he was once famed for seems to be a thing of the past. He still can be seen carrying it around, but whatever the reason, he is rarely seen wielding it anymore.
    Even his trusted sidearm, the worn rapier, has been replaced as the years have passed.
    These days, his hip is adorned with a carrack sword, blackened in the tradition of sailors and near large enough to be wielded with two hands. Curiously, he also wears a second hilt on his hip which has no blade to it.
    The skull visor, rumoured to have been gifted to Death, has finally found a replacement in a helm of Defender design. Curiously, the design seems to be one that has not been popular in several decades.
    The painted shield, at least, has not changed. Still depicting an unnerving juxtaposition to his bright and vibrant clothing, as it consists of several undead dancing and making rude gestures at the opponents facing his shield.

    Attributes

    Height: 6'2/1.88m

    Weight: 220lbs/100kg, most of it is muscle, though he obviously eats for the next inevitable drawn out hunger campaign life decides to throw at him, keeping a pound or ten of reserves on him.

    Skin Tone: Fair. While he tans easily, there seems to be little enough of that, this far north.

    Skin Texture: The young man before you truly seems like a man is his prime, with glowing, healthy skin lightly tanned from his days in the sun. He has tattoos running up and down his arms and legs, of the sort many a sailor and soldier has.
    There is something odd about him, however. Yes, he seems "young" at first glance, but it is more that it is hard to pin an age on him. His skin is also unusually free of scars for one in his vocation, as though none of the fights he has seen have left their mark.
    The only scar he has immediately seems truly alien, a massive burn scar running from hip to upper ribs on his left hand side. The large size aside, the burned flesh seems to be tinged blue and purple.

    Tattoos: The aforementioned burn scar seems to have burned away most of his tattoos on his torso. Of the text that must once have held more substance, only the following words are left.
    "mercy is out of your reach."
    A new one has been drawn since. A piece of art that depicts billowing smoke, seeming to have settled on his back and shoulders. If one were to look at it just right, they might swear the smoke holds the silhouette of a pair of arms draped across his shoulders.

    Eyes: He has gray blue eyes, of a sort that give him a mirthful look, rather than a cold or dangerous one. This does not stop him from trying, however.

    Hair: His hair is the blond that darkens with age, having turned almost proper brown in his young adulthood, though streaks of blond remain, both in hair and beard. This colour and a faint curl become more obvious the longer it grows, though he rarely lets it grow past his ears.
    His beard, however, he lets grow long, styling it one way this week, another way the next, only to shave it off completely, if it strikes his fancy.

    Accent: Chondathan

    Lore categories: Engineering, Sailing, War

    Mood Music
    Dark Land
    Lust

    Portrait
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    The Wisp
    A new ship has appeared in the docks that sets itself apart from most ships in the Peltarch docks at a glance.
    It has neither the imposing silhouette of the war vessels owned by the city or private guilds, nor the unwieldy bulk of the merchant carracks, yet it is not a mere fishing boat.
    From the narrow, deep hull to the gaff rigging, this is a ship built to cut across the water at speed with a minimal crew, regardless what weather.
    The hull is painted in hues of grey and blue. The sails are likewise shades of grey. In darkness, rain or fog, this ship would be hard to spot indeed.
    The only embellishments on the outside of the ship are a pair of eyes painted on the ship's bow.
    The name "Wisp" is proudly displayed on an engraved and painted plaque. True to its name, the ship's sternlight has a haunting, bright blue colour.
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    Background
    While George speaks of his past and former home in vague terms, he makes no real effort at hiding it, either. As his notoriety grows, it becomes less likely for it to remain obscure. Those whose business is knowledge, or those who simply make it their business to know, can learn the following.

    George Longcloak is a bastardization of his Chondathan name, Giorgio Mantellone. He uses it everywhere outside of Chondathan speaking regions.
    Not long after his father's burial, George left his native land alongside his cousin with a mercenary group named the Black Band.
    Before reaching Narfell a first time, George had campaigned in Turmish, Unther and Thesk.
    George's first sightings in Narfell were uneventful, with no lasting affiliations.
    Called by the Black Band, he left Narfell to campaign in Sembia. His cousin went missing there and is presumed dead.
    He returned to Narfell after a short journey to Hlath, where his uncle lives.

    George hails from Arrabar, Chondath. He grew up in a fairly wealthy family.
    His father was a banneret sworn to house Wianar. Knighted for his actions while campaigning, he was later allowed to fly a banner and gifted a small plot of land during his continued service. The charge on their heraldry is a scaling ladder.
    His father died guarding an envoy to the Free Cities, with George barely an adult.
    His mother was a foreigner to Arrabar and a merchant. While not especially known, she did well enough to be able to invest into her children's futures.
    George has four sisters and is the middle child.
    While only the eldest stood to inherit their father's title, their mother's wealth and their father's reputation bought each of them a proper education. George's was a military one, as it was fully expected he would follow in his father's footsteps, much to his mother's chagrin.


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