Alin Galknight

Adventurer of the Amberhoud Adventure Guild

rarely relaxes, avoids vulnerability, solitary, few words, focused, cunning, intelligent, tactically masterful, resourceful

6'2, black hair, green eyes, large frame, toned, broad chest, large hands

Black armor that covers around his chest and down his back, red cloth that covers the exposed distance between his lower pectoral area and wraps around his body with enough looseness to flow behind him but not pose a trip hazard, black pauldrons, black boots that raise to his waist for protection

large silver runed blade and slender handle making it lighter than usual greatswords and giving it a faster swingspeed without the loss of cleaving power, typically saved for larger threats such as bears and larger beasts

sheathed on his hip, his longsword dawns an opposite blade to his greatsword, a sharp black metal smooth and almost seeming to absorb light the handle had been handcrafted to fit only perfectly in his hand, the usual weapon he uses for smaller threats and general use

whetstone, medicine, bandages, a splint, and money all carried in a tightly bound sack attached to his hip. Camping supplies stored on his horse.

A horse named Mahoney, it bears a coat sleek and shiny and crimson as the blood spilled. the mane is a silver color that compliments the darkness of the crimson of its coat, it is a strong draft that is a little slow but makes up for it in stamina

Alin had been trained in swordplay since he could walk, coming from a noble military family he was sent to the kings guard at a very young age to assist in the struggles, despite all he'd seen the only thing that left that battlefield with him was his sense of justice. He left much behind as well, such as his ability to sugarcoat his thoughts and share his own. He rejected his nobility and sought his own life, feeling as though a life with no struggle is no life at all.