ayo i wanna get in on this boys
Name: Emir Szczepanski
Age: 28
Alignment: Himself
Physical Traits: 6'2", burly build, brown eyes, short dark brown hair, and sick as forget mutton chops.
Bio: Son of a lowly wandering merchant, Emir lived on the road as long as he can remember. His father, for the younger years of Emirs life, worked himself to the bone to barely afford to feed the both of themselves, protection and a basic education for the young Emir. As he grew up, he had begun to be steadily tasked to make money himself, beginning to slowly take over merchant work from his father who strictly instructed him the walk of such a life. The work-load became larger as his father became older, and eventually in his fathers late years he succumbed to a fever prompting him to carry on with the work in his stead. After six long years of buying, selling, and trading, and eventually losing the entirety of his wealth to Narvik raiders, after witnessing and inadvertently assisting in the defeat of his robbers, he put away the charter and took up the sword and enlisted in the mercenaries that had defeated them at the age of 25. For three years he accompanied them, learning the way of a warrior, before striking out on his own, in hopes of combat, conquest, and cologne. tl;dr, he was a little merchant nerd and then became a MAN.
Traits, skills, and abilities: A competent fighter, but a fledgling commander. He can considerably haggle someones prices down, gather a crowd, and flatter lords and peasants alike, but he can't sell a Masovian snow. Good mathematics and etiquette. Poor handling of horses and medicine. Can't swim, but he has
really nice mutton chops.
d-did i do it right dad?
I attempt to pledge myself to Tsar Vladimir, to be used as he sees fit against the Kingdom of Narvik and the Carpaccian Empire.
