Post by Firehead on May 30, 2009 9:30:49 GMT -5
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Profession: Field Commander of the Guard
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Profession: Field Commander of the Guard
Appearance:
Shorter than most people in the room (4'9), and compactly built;curly brown hair that never stays in place; blue-green eyes; medium tan skin; a twice-broken nose that makes him look like a poor village farmer, though actually, his family is quite well off.Personality:
He looks like a regular person that you'd talk to on the street, except that he's on the short side. He dresses neatly, always managing to look spic and span--even in the worst weather.
He's the person who, no matter where he is or what he's doing, look's like he belongs there...in some capacity or other.
His eyes almost always have a twinkle in them, and he's nearly always smiling and laughing. When he isn't, you practically have a guarantee that the situation is serious indeed. He tends to be reckless, impulsive, and easily carried away by danger, but when faced with a puzzle of a serious sort, he's usually calm, cool and collected and tends to think things through carefully and from all angles.History:
He cares a great deal about his own skin and it's intactness, but he rarely hesitates to plunge into a battle to save a friend. Or even just guard that friend's back. Not that he won't complain of course! He is sometimes fussy and vain about his appearance, as he likes to look presentable.
Born into a rather well-to-do family in the city of a coastal fief, His father died of pnumonia when he was 5 years old. He grew up to be wild and carefree, and when he struck out on his own at the age of 16, the entire town breathed a sigh of relief.Additional Information:
While he was roaming the kingdom looking for adventure, the townsfolk back home kept predicting that his life would end badly, and that he'd be a wanted man hunted without mercy, and while it was very nearly true, it never really happened the way they had envisioned it because of a knight errant who didn't have a squire.
Fisk had gotten into trouble...again, and had been taken up by the town guard who had promptly locked him up. when his trial before the town men came up, it was decided that Fisk would pay a fine and immediately after, leave town and never come back. When discovered that Fisk didn't have enough to pay the exorbitant fine set by the town men, they promptly decided to hang him. That was when a Sir Ryan-- knight errant came forward and paid the balance of the fine, and thereby saving Fisk's neck from the noose. In exchange, Ryan told Fisk that he could pay of the debt by riding with him as his squire. And so Fisk did, and found quite a bit of excitement.
At one point in his travels with Ryan, they passed through Fisk's hometown, and stayed for a night with his family. It was pure coincidence that Fisk's eldest sister Miria, was getting married, the day they rode in, but it was one of her happiest.
6 months later, Fisk received a letter from his mother asking that he return home immediately. Upon arrival, Fisk learned that Miria's husband, Marcus, had been accused of murdering a man in a dispute over some farmland. Worse still, the man had been Marcus's brother. Fisk began to investigate the problem himself, with the help of Ryan, and, after nearly getting themselves killed several times, they discovered that Marcus's brother was still alive and had framed the whole thing--just to get back at Marcus for some childhood quarrel.
The townspeople, needless to say, were only to happy to hand out justice and,in keeping with that town, told the entire fief about the entire episode--and it lost nothing in the telling. It reached the ears of several nobility, and they, of course, wanted to reward them. The two of them quickly left that part of the country because they both wanted to escape the notice that came with such noterioty, but they were soon found and dragged before the nobility to recieve their rewards.
But those rewards came with strings attached, as one baron in particular wanted them in his service. They managed to convince that noble that they didn't want to give up roaming around the countryside, but the baron, being wise enough to realize that these two young men could go far in service of the King, and crafty enough to find a way to get them there, refused to hear of two going back to randomly getting in trouble. He used his influence with the King (which was considerable), to convince him to form a new branch of the army.
The Araluan Guard, or the Guard as it is commonly known, was comprised of 500 men and women of various experience and age, who had different skills with weapons and all of whom could ride. By order of the King, Ryan became the first Captian of the Guard, and Fisk, his field commander.
He's "Mike" to criminals, "Alan" to his closest friends, "Fisk" to everyone else, and "Michal Alan Fisk" to his angry mother...or sisters.
He was often called a"a wandering trouble-maker".
He can use a sword somewhat knowledgeably because of Ryan's tutoring; he uses a bow with a considerable amount of skill; and he is very skilled in the usage of knives and fists.