Arthur Tanner
Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2023 9:40 pm
ARTHUR - TANNER
Details
Full Name: Arthur Tanner
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Height: 6'3
Weight: 205lbs
Birthdate: 1 Frost, 4605
Birthplace: Radenor, Northradica, Haxby
Profession: Mercenary Recruit (Archer)
Housing: Tiny Cottage
Partners: N/A
Titles: None
Factions: None
Fluencies: Common, Common Sign
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Appearance
Arthur is a chisseled man with a triangular shaped face, sharp jawline, stubbled chin and a straight nose. His eyes are hooded emerald, accented by soft woodland browns that are complaicent with brewing mischief, and his lips are thin curve into a slight smile. With short, kept hair to keep out of the way of his eyes and sun-kissed olive complexion from spending too much time in the sun, Arthur maintains slightly exotic look that can sometimes (much to his chagrin) make him stand out in a crowd. Among other things like his height and toned muscles from his recruit training and all of the exercise he does.
Jewellery: Arthur has a single small, silver earring pierced into his left ear with a small teal coloured feather hanging down from it that was gifted to him by his grandfather that he wears. It's a silver heirloom that he never takes off.
He has no tattoos.
Wardrobe is important to Arthur when he can afford it. Despite his station he loves the colours, the fine suits, the wine and beautiful scents, almost as much
as he admires nature. His outfits can change frequently.
Personality
Extroverted to the core, Arthur loves art, music, food and life. Challenge, thrill and new opportunity is what he lives for. If there's something out there and fun, he'll go for it. As a progressing artist he thrives on beauty, life and romance. In contrast, as an archer he respects life, death and the inevitability of change. Addiction is his vice in life, the man cannot help himself but give in to impulse whether it be drink, pleaure or from time to time slightly questionable substances. At his core Arthur wants to become both richer in body and spirit, he's usually down for whatever unless it's something that will outright kill him.
Hidden behind highly built emotional walls is complex thought and depth of feeling that tries its best to let go of the past and stay in the present moment. The moments when he feels this the most, Arthur will often try to withdraw from the warmth of humanity into a more solitary space where he can piece together the context of his thoughts.
As a Kungoðr, Arthur is not a holy a man in spite of his time as a trainee in the church, he does hold some faith and is grateful for being allowed to learn a better path than what he had been taught. Until he ultimately decided that decdicated religion wasn't for him. This aspect of Arthur can usually be seen during times when he is either eating or makes a kill, as he will send prayers of thanks to the gods above for their kindness for his food. He will occasionally go to an alter if he has the time or feels an inherint need to speak to the gods, this is not as consistent.
Some things he's interested are Dancing, Carpentry, Sports/Games, Animals, Art, Poetry, Parkour/Free Running, Horse Riding, Herbalism, Music, Adventure of Any Kind, Archery and Swordsmanship among other things. He hates standing around doing nothing in the absence of having a substance in his hands.
History
Born a single son to Audrey and Lochren Tanner, a stay at home mum and an auspicious military elite father; Arthur was a sporty young man who loved spending his time outside. He didn't see his dad much, but his mum devoted her life to raising him and making sure his needs were taken care of. As a big Mumma's boy Arthur tried to be brave while his dad was away and did a lot of lifting for his mum when he wasn't playing outside with the other kids in the village. He had a fairly simple life in his early years, other than moving a fair bit for his dad's work. This was initially a struggle for Arthur, but as time went on it got easier and easier. Friends came easier to make and Arthur learned to easier navigate different relationships. Even his father, who he initially attempted to prank out of spite for being away all the time.
When his dad was home the two would often do whatever they could to play pranks on each other. What had initially been an attempt from Arthur to get back at his Dad's absence became a fun game between the two which allowed them to bond, even if it was few and far between. Unfortunately in his early tweens, Arthur as always got too adventurous for his own good and got in with a bit of the wrong crowd. Thus was the advent of his rebellion at the age fourteen when he started hanging out with girls more, getting in with the cooler crowds and doing silly things like thieving. His Dad wasn't around enough to set him righ and his mum was at her wits end. One day his mate told him that he had a tip for a job, it was a big payout and together they would be richer than they could imagine and Arthur agreed. What his mate Olson hadn't told him was the job was to assassinate the man sleeping with the lesser noble's wife, whom he had a passing crush and has made aqauintences.
Upon discovering their target, Arthur backed out immediately and told Olson to give it up, but Olson would not budge. He was in it for the money. For Arthur, it wasn't worth it. Arthur walked away and never saw Olson again. There were no missing posters, there was no sign of any news to his death and nobody had heard anything. Caught between the consideration of his friends death or a strong conflict of interest, Arthur sought his mother for advice. She wept, Audrey Tanner had done the best to give her son a good life and he was throwing it away. Guilt plagued Arthur, she didn't didn't cry often.
"Sorry," were the only words he could muster as he starred at the hard wooden floors in shame. His mother's response was for him to prove it, to do better. Grounded for weeks, Arthur obediently took the punishment without fuss and reflected upon his actions. To return to that group of friends would mean returning down a dark path, and while there was a young woman whom he had been growing closer to; she was older than him and a bad influence. He had to let them go.
"I'll go live in the Church for a while," he offered to his mum "I need to get away from here."
His mum agreed with the sentiment and got in contact with an old friend of her father over in Vestria where he would spend time learning under the tutilage of a monk named Varil whom fed, watered and roofed him in return for work at the temple. It was a simple life of prayer, hope and patience. For hours he would listen to people as they spoke of their lives, their hopes, their dreams, their downfalls and wores. He would sing and laugh with the people he met, cheering them on through life as much as he could from the sidelines as he swept the floors and lifted the heavy items his mentor could no longer. The two had their own little rituals. Every morning Varil would sit Arthur down and pull out a stone with a symbol on it. Each stone represented a virtue and Arthur would have to recite a different one's meaning to him every day. Then he would have to haphazardly paint the symbols himself with clay. Humility, Kindness, Respect, Vigilence... the list went on.
For two turns Arthur practiced these virtues among the brothers and sisters of the temple, he loved the gods and the hope they brought and discovered in this time of reflection what truly inspired him in life, beauty. That said, priesthood and celebacy were not for him.
A few years older now with a renewed hope for his future, Arthur set off in search for something invigorating and a little more adventurous. He chose to join to become a mercenary so maybe one day he could be a warrior like his father, but do it in his own way and travel as an archer with some art on the side.
