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⸻⠀the self⠀⸻
Laconic by nature and sardonic as a rule, he rarely expresses emotion except by way of music. His few outbursts come on the topic of magic, which he disdains at best.
ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral
LIKES: Swordsmanship, hunting, self-sufficiency, music and poetry
DISLIKES: Magic, crowds, merchants, sheep (long story)
⸻⠀the body⠀⸻
HEIGHT: 2 meters
HAIR COLOR / STYLE: Black hair, shoulder length
EYES: Olive Green
SKIN TONE: Bronze
PHYSIQUE: Lanky, but well muscled
DOM. HAND: Right primarily, ambidextrous with most weapons
APPARENT AGE: 30
VOICE: Deep, noticeably monotone
MODIFICATIONS // Multiple plant tattoos on his arms and torso
SCARS / MARKINGS // Multiple prominent scars, most noticeably down the right jaw
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⸻⠀the ability and tools⠀⸻
Raised largely in isolation and forced to live primarily off what he could find or kill himself. Late in his youth, he signed on for military service
ABILITIES // Exceptional swordsman, also proficient with a spear.
Magically deadened. He has a mild immunity to spells, both helpful and harmful
SPELLS // Is completely unable to use even basic magic
ATTIRE // Well worn travelling clothes, alongside exceptionally well cared for armour.
GEAR // Enchanted sword resistant to most mundane wear
INVENTORY // Routinely carries his entire life on his back, mostly consisting of his bow, his sword, his bedroll, a flute and a piece of flint
⸻⠀the story⠀⸻
Never good with people, Edward spent the first two decades of his life seeing as few of them as possible—fewer still after the passing of his parents. Torn by wanderlust, he signed onto a passing mercenary company and devoted most of his time with them to training.
An early taste of combat and an unfortunate run-in with a mage demonstrated two things. First, that Edward was utterly disconnected from the world of magic, second, that he not only did not much miss it, but would come to despise it and those who practiced it. This disconnection, while preventing him from attempting any form of spellcraft, has also made him difficult for magic users to affect with their spells—which has cost some their lives, though it also has ensured he carries a mark of every wound earned in his time, unable to be healed by magical means.
He has served now under multiple banners and has little loyalty to any given cause. The passage of time has seen him in multiple mercenary companies, broken by extended bouts of solitude when he decided to wander back into the wilds.
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