More or less characters I've thought of.are they good..not yet Will they be used hopefully if someone needs character inspiration or i learn how to type a story for shit maybe
But its my first time with this shit so let's see how it goes😶
Rwbybelo...
Alias:The Grey Landsknecht, Landsknecht of the Fog,Grey
Hight:6'6"
Weight:200lbs
Hair Color:Grey
Eye Color:Grey
Race:Human-Caucausian
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Primary Weapon:Halberd
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Secondary Weapon:Katzbalger
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Job:Landsknecht Role:Halberdier
Landsknecht:a popular mercenary unit of German origins in Europe during the 15-6th century. The bulk of the Landsknecht was made of pikemen and Halberdiers with experienced men referred to as Doppelsöldner who made up the Frontline wielding Zweihänders or a two handed sword with contingens of crossbow-men and early musket users.
While most Landsknecht worn flamboyant clothing as to quote HRE Emperor Maximilian "[There Life were] so short and brutish" that he gave them the privilege of not having to abide by Sumptuary law that dictated the clothing socal classes could wear
Saying that Grayson by wearing relatively drab muted clothing is significant in that its Saying he intends to live long and as mercenary work is dirty he also wears such drab gear to better distance himself from the iconic mercenary style of dress associated with the Landsknecht and better hide among the lower class.
Life:Grayson was a product of the Landsknecht lifestyle being born to a Bar Maid and a unknown father who probably died the next day in a schirmish, his early life was uncertain. The town he lived in was restless and lacked restraint so to say. Parties ranged whenever and men could be found drinking any time of day, the church was no better.
Even his mother although kind enough was always at work barley making more then enough often asking Grayson to help in the bar from sweeping to catering to customer's needs. It had its dangers of course, fights were regular and he has often been at the mercy of a blade. Eventually one day a band of Landsknechts came recruiting and strangely his mother urged him to join much to his dissatisfaction. When he relented and joined his mother sent him off with a faded hat his bastard father left behind and a order "Live long and never return to this town unless you have to, and by any chance you bed someone you better stay."
As time went on Grayson grew into a professional mercenary bound only by contract and honor, and when his time with his band was done and his contract completed he set out as a wandering Landsknecht collecting pay where he could and soon enough his journey would have him face a black clad man with a sword as big as himself
