Baron Audric de Lire
Did I tell you how I became the leader of the Valorous Few? My fellow good-hearted knights were impressed when I saved a princess from being devoured by a fire-breathing unicorn. Or something like that. Whatever. It was amazing.
Social Rank: 6
Concept: Unrepentant Sellsword
Family: de Lire
Marital Status: married
Height: average height
Hair Color: umber brown
Eye Color: deep blue
Skintone: freckled tan
Obituary: Murdered by party or parties unknown after a huge fight in the DeLire mansion. Rumors say the walls were painted red with his blood before it was done. His body was never found.
Description: While not precisely an epitome of masculine godhood, Audric has a certain roguish charm that makes one think he probably invented the term. Dark hair, tousled on the very best of days frames an angular face. A scar, generously described as vicious by someone trying to get on his good side mars his left cheek, from the outside corner of one deep blue eye to just above his lips. It can be hard to tell if he smiles or sneers in the politest way possible, and his nose is crooked just enough to lend him an air of authenticity to his rough roots. He carries an athletic build well, moving like he knows how to use a sword, but practices an economy of movement, only expending the minimum amount of energy necessary to accomplish his task. Whether it's to hide his intentions, or sheer laziness, it may be the greatest mystery of the Lower Boroughs.
Personality: Arrogant, ruthless, completely unburdened by scruples or anything with a passing resemblence to honor, Audric should not be a likable man at all. Unfortunately for the rest of the world, the sellsword captain is charming only in the way that the completely unconscionable and amoral can be. Friendly, cheerful (particularly during and after the acquisition of money), and with a base cunning that provides him with just enough empathy to guess what a mark most what to hear, the irredeemable rogue has a winning charisma that has somehow kept him alive even when absolutely surrounded by cutthroats. Afterall, he is one.
Background: Audric changes his background story with every telling, lying for sympathy or just because he finds it wildly entertaining. In the (very) rare cases when he is forced to be honest, such as talking to the high and mighty of society who could have the rogue hanged under the entirely correct assumption he must be guilty of something or other, Audric would be forced to admit that he grew up in the rough Lower Boroughs of Arx untroubled by burdens holding him back such as parents, a family, or basic human necessities. Audric contends that while being a waifish urchin was a promising career track, he quickly discovered the far more lucrative field of talking oneself in and, more importantly, out of trouble.
Noticably vague about how he first learned swordplay and made the acquaintance of other sellswords, the scoundrel quickly learned that a captain of a sellsword company is not so much the best swordsman as a leader of other soldiers. Or, in Audric's far superior case, someone who can present a reasonably facsimile of a leader while cashing in big on the work that mercenary groups are hired to do while trying to avoid the work of actual bothersome fighting. Also extraordinarily vague on the real details for how he came to be the head of the Valorous Few sellsword company, which is neither few in number nor anything resembling valorous, he has a remarkable talent for being hired while never actually fighting. It's not easy to be an honorable man, which is why Audric is devoutly glad he is instead profoundly not that.