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WEAPON(S):☩ Hidden Daggers
☩ Oversized Heavy wheel lock Pistol, with hidden spring knife-bayonet
☩ Steel fencing Saber, Gothic made, complete withe the crest of the noble turned landsknecht who ‘donated’ it
☩ Volley gun, taken from the original Bosun of the Thema
☩ Hand and Half Falchion, made for his hand from the shattered shards of a gothic Duke’s family greatsword.
☩ Obsidian dagger, spellbreaker
CLOTHING:☩ Heavy leather doublet with studs, shoulder guard and gauntlets, matched with boots and hose; his ‘about town’ wear.
☩ Half Plate for more serious engagements, until recently covered by the tabard of the Company
☩Wolf Fur heavy cloak for weather.
MOUNT(S):☩ the Hawk, Three masted brig privateer. Anguille made, armed with culverin and Gothic guns.
OTHER:☩ Camp gear (pots, pans, bedroll etc)
☩ Weapon and armour care kit.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
☩Tactical, Veteran, Experienced Soldier
☩Outstanding Fighter, trained and blooded
-Uncultured and barely literate
-A little too fond of a drink, has to eat commensurate with size.
-Socially stunted; lifelong follower.
Stalwart and true, fairly straightforward and uncomplicated Baradhur is for the most part what he appears to be with the sole exception of perhaps being a bit smarter than some might expect.
The vast majority of challenges in his life have been met with force, and for the most party that has worked for him, the few exceptions… which in turn have gone very badly indeed.
Born to a lower class family in Bashir at its height the lad who would be Sakhr had it good until his father was lost at sea within weeks of his mother’s death giving birth to a stillborn brother. He managed alone for a while slipping down the social ladder until he was like any other street rat. Then he was swept up by the Bey’s guards and pressed into one of their work gangs building the new fortifications. Those gangs were not good places for young boys without connections so ‘Khanjar’ learned to cut first and then cut again until people in turn learned the costs of trying things on him.
So his youth was spent in daily unceasing labour, a slave in all but name. Until one day the Cassanians came; a punitive raid in retaliation for the Bey’s state sponsored pirates and slavers.
the universal truth about slave works being slow works applied and those new fortifications the Bey had been counting on simply weren’t ready. The White company, condottieri led by Hawkwood formerly of the sylvan isles, late of Cassina, stomped all over the Bey’s unenthusiastic slave soldiers and looted the place to the ground… including of likely slaves for their own home markets.
In the end Khanjar was sold, but only as far as another company that was being raised by one of Hawkwood’s backers, the street rat turned labourer got a new name and became a soldier.
He was very good at it, soon becoming ‘scelto’, a chosen man, and, despite his continuing youth, the leader of his file. For ten years he moved from battle to battle with pike sword and pistol, killing the people he was paid to kill, sacking the places he was paid to sack.
He even managed to put some money away, towards a (not entirely realistic) dream of raising a company of his own someday.
Then a series of reverses ended up with his company on the wrong side of a war and depleted so badly it broke up, almost everything they owned having been taken by the victors.
So the well built young man cashed in his savings, got a new rig and found another band to join, by now it was literally the only life he knew. By no small coincidence the one that took him in was Hawkwood’s White company, the man in question having semi-retired from the field but his successful condottieri marching on.
As ever Hawkwood knew talent when he saw it and the now veteran Creed was made up to a first a sergeant and later a marciallo of the band, able to truly shine (and bulk up) now he was led more ably and paid accordingly.
Now however that looks like coming to an end again, his patron has gone and his company broken up again. But a fresh contract looms out of Wissenburg...
the contract went bad, a scheme by unknown parties to sell a ship and crew to Kerakian corsairs. Sakhr, along with Ally and the rest of the crew mutinied and took the ship, heading out west to try their luck in the New world
Some time as an unapologetic pirate followed, followed in turn by the acquisition of a letter of marque and some maybe more legal enterprises that technically he couldn't be hanged for.
He may or may not have been stranded on a certain island off the kerakian coast just before the dragon awoke, and may or may not have taken part in the sack of Montpierre when the slaves rebelled there.
He was in Gorzy during the winter when the fire Vyrm attacked, and in Hatmandor shortly before Maria's flotilla sacked it.
But mostly these days he's a happy man, crazy about his Lupa and enjoyign the resurgence of the Hawkwood company.
|LOCAL TIME:||Jun 18 2018, 07:01 PM|
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|YEARS RPING:||5+ Years|
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