He was a tough guy, truly a beast of a man, wielding his sword to protect the citizens of this village and every village that got graced by his presence. He was a human force to be reckoned with even though it always seemed like his opponents were slightly more skilled than he himself. With a braided beard and fierce eyes that told the story of his might, even though he had yet to be bested, he prevailed more like a cockroach in a way that was seen by others as mere foolish luck. He got pummeled to the ground again and again but always managed to get back up on his feet, healing up in the comfort of the Inns where he sang of the tough fights he had been through. A voice most compared to the voice of an angel. It wasn’t before an ale or two had graced his system however that he took to the lute and song. A delectable, charming display of raw talent leaving the man that survived a hundred battles, if not more.
He looked rugged as his skin was patched up with old and new scars, missing a piece of his front tooth and constantly walking with a limp from his forty years of injuries yet all that seemed to melt away as soon as he took to song. The mighty warrior seducing the audience with his emotional lyrics and filling the darkness with light once again, if only for that very moment. Making a joke of himself, singing how the gnoll stomped him out like last night’s fire to merely make others around him laugh. The tough man making children giggle, men cheer and women swoon with his clever songs until the ale had built up enough within him to fall asleep in front of the fireplace. To mend the newly stitched up wounds.
As he woke he was back to his former self, putting away the lute and picking up the sword, ready to fight another day. Stitches burning from the night before yet healed enough to resume his duties once again. Accompanied by the hangover from the night before, he was a warrior after all and a warrior needed to be strong. Stepping into the morning sun he wonders yet again; Which fiend shall meet his cold steels edge today? Or if the fiend finally will succeed in the mission of his slay.