Post by Mercarian on Jul 13, 2008 5:48:26 GMT -5
Character Details
Name: Mercarian
A.K.A: The Horse Lord
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 170 LBS/6’1”
Appearance:
Physically speaking, Mercarian wasn’t the strongest looking man, but he didn’t need to be. He had an average skin complexion, neither vampire-pale, nor sun god-tan. His hair was tied in a pony tail that went down to mid back, and despite a small beard, he was clean shaven. Being a Mongol met one of two things; you were either dressed for mounted combat, or for on foot. And the latter was extremely rare. He dressed in a lamellar vest, backed by treated leather and a specialized helm made of scale-mail and cloth; the latter to protect him from being a target if he charged ahead with the army, for whatever reason. All in all, it was light weight enough to allow movement, but not enough that it could be easily pierced without a good deal of force. His legs are protected by padded cloth from where a his shin is down, the lamellar and leather vest protecting the rest of his form.
Weapon 1:
Mongol (Recurved) Bow: His pride and joy, he knows how to fire it in the saddle almost as well as he did while standing still on foot. He could quickly unstring it and restring it depending on the situation of which he was in, and if he needed to place it over his shoulder and use his sabre for close combat.
Weapon 2:
Sabre (And shield): Sabres were a common weapon in the steppes, as well as in parts of China as well. A practical and deadly weapon, he uses it to great effects along with a circle, reinforced, shield, giving just enough protection for when he was forced to be on foot (A naval battle, or siege, for instance).
Horse: A horse of the steppes, made for stamina and endurance. While not armoured in any way, shape, or form – most Mongolian horses outmatched Chinese ones (Which is why the Warriors of Xi Liang used Steppe-based horses).
Personality: Untrusting of the locals, he keeps his guard up at all times. Still, he can see the wealth of serving a Chinese Khan (Or Emperor, as they called themselves) and perhaps, in the future, of becoming one himself. Ambitions aside, he is respectful to his enemies, going as far as carrying out their last wish (So long as it isn’t his death, anyway). While he finds the whole land fairly barbaric, just as they saw him as such, he respected their way of life, and rather than changing their culture as some of the Khans would do, he wanted to assimilate their culture into his own nation, whatever that may be.
History: Born in the steppes, he learned to ride a horse almost before he could walk. He was trained in the ways of Mongolian Skirmishing, and had engaged the Emperor’s armies once before. However, that time of peace in the steppes themselves is always short lived, and the tribes went to war with one another again, minor Khans fighting to be dubbed the Khan of the steppes, of the Mongolian people. Unfortunately, such people were rare, and their lives short lived. Trying of fighting for every Khan that took over his village, as was calm with any that declared their loyalties to their village of their Khan, he gathered up the local peasant militia who were willing to follow him, and decided to etch his own name into history.
Rather than following the path of those ambitious before him, he headed south, towards China. The great wall kept out armies, but rarely small passing of Mongolians, more so those that offered ‘tribute’ to the guards and the Emperor. He spent nearly every last coin he had to enter the lands, but it was worth it. Seeing the worth of the horsemen of Xi Liang, he learned their tactics once arriving in China, adopting their fighting styles and improving them in the Mongol way. Hearing of the plight of the Emperor and the Dynasty, he headed further south…in hopes of glory, riches, and perhaps, power.
Traditions: Like anyone else, he has his traditions. He follows a morale code of the warrior, giving those that he declares worthy a final wish before they die, and granting it if he is able to do so (Such as, telling the man's family he loved them, or even granting his belongings to a son - knowing that son may one day go after him). He is fond of horses, too, considering their lives more worthy than many men, both for their power and, later on in life, how expensive they were. A horse's life is commonly worth more than the man riding it, and in a Mongolian army this was truer than anywhere else.
Str - 75/85
Tac/Int - 80/85
Pol - 65/85
Lea - 80/85
Gold: 1000
Army[/u]
600 Steppe Horse Archers (Ruffian/Horse Bow)
100 Steppe Lancers (Ruffian/Horse Lancer)
100 Bow Tribesmen (Ruffian/Bow)
200 Tribesmen (Ruffian/Sword and Shield)[/center]
Name: Mercarian
A.K.A: The Horse Lord
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 170 LBS/6’1”
Appearance:
Physically speaking, Mercarian wasn’t the strongest looking man, but he didn’t need to be. He had an average skin complexion, neither vampire-pale, nor sun god-tan. His hair was tied in a pony tail that went down to mid back, and despite a small beard, he was clean shaven. Being a Mongol met one of two things; you were either dressed for mounted combat, or for on foot. And the latter was extremely rare. He dressed in a lamellar vest, backed by treated leather and a specialized helm made of scale-mail and cloth; the latter to protect him from being a target if he charged ahead with the army, for whatever reason. All in all, it was light weight enough to allow movement, but not enough that it could be easily pierced without a good deal of force. His legs are protected by padded cloth from where a his shin is down, the lamellar and leather vest protecting the rest of his form.
Weapon 1:
Mongol (Recurved) Bow: His pride and joy, he knows how to fire it in the saddle almost as well as he did while standing still on foot. He could quickly unstring it and restring it depending on the situation of which he was in, and if he needed to place it over his shoulder and use his sabre for close combat.
Weapon 2:
Sabre (And shield): Sabres were a common weapon in the steppes, as well as in parts of China as well. A practical and deadly weapon, he uses it to great effects along with a circle, reinforced, shield, giving just enough protection for when he was forced to be on foot (A naval battle, or siege, for instance).
Horse: A horse of the steppes, made for stamina and endurance. While not armoured in any way, shape, or form – most Mongolian horses outmatched Chinese ones (Which is why the Warriors of Xi Liang used Steppe-based horses).
Personality: Untrusting of the locals, he keeps his guard up at all times. Still, he can see the wealth of serving a Chinese Khan (Or Emperor, as they called themselves) and perhaps, in the future, of becoming one himself. Ambitions aside, he is respectful to his enemies, going as far as carrying out their last wish (So long as it isn’t his death, anyway). While he finds the whole land fairly barbaric, just as they saw him as such, he respected their way of life, and rather than changing their culture as some of the Khans would do, he wanted to assimilate their culture into his own nation, whatever that may be.
History: Born in the steppes, he learned to ride a horse almost before he could walk. He was trained in the ways of Mongolian Skirmishing, and had engaged the Emperor’s armies once before. However, that time of peace in the steppes themselves is always short lived, and the tribes went to war with one another again, minor Khans fighting to be dubbed the Khan of the steppes, of the Mongolian people. Unfortunately, such people were rare, and their lives short lived. Trying of fighting for every Khan that took over his village, as was calm with any that declared their loyalties to their village of their Khan, he gathered up the local peasant militia who were willing to follow him, and decided to etch his own name into history.
Rather than following the path of those ambitious before him, he headed south, towards China. The great wall kept out armies, but rarely small passing of Mongolians, more so those that offered ‘tribute’ to the guards and the Emperor. He spent nearly every last coin he had to enter the lands, but it was worth it. Seeing the worth of the horsemen of Xi Liang, he learned their tactics once arriving in China, adopting their fighting styles and improving them in the Mongol way. Hearing of the plight of the Emperor and the Dynasty, he headed further south…in hopes of glory, riches, and perhaps, power.
Traditions: Like anyone else, he has his traditions. He follows a morale code of the warrior, giving those that he declares worthy a final wish before they die, and granting it if he is able to do so (Such as, telling the man's family he loved them, or even granting his belongings to a son - knowing that son may one day go after him). He is fond of horses, too, considering their lives more worthy than many men, both for their power and, later on in life, how expensive they were. A horse's life is commonly worth more than the man riding it, and in a Mongolian army this was truer than anywhere else.
Stats
[/u]Str - 75/85
Tac/Int - 80/85
Pol - 65/85
Lea - 80/85
Gold: 1000
Army[/u]
600 Steppe Horse Archers (Ruffian/Horse Bow)
100 Steppe Lancers (Ruffian/Horse Lancer)
100 Bow Tribesmen (Ruffian/Bow)
200 Tribesmen (Ruffian/Sword and Shield)[/center]