Guillaume d'Aubrac
Guillaume d’Aubrac is a half-elf freeblade born in the mixed human–wood elf city of Tir’Rhosyn, shaped by two cultures and fully claimed by neither. Trained in both disciplined human swordcraft and elven movement and awareness, he forged his own martial doctrine—favoring precision, timing, and adaptability over tradition or brute force. Right-hand dominant, he fights with a long arming sword and an off-hand falchion, often refusing shields and pageantry alike.
Quiet, observant, and deeply pragmatic, Guillaume avoids banners and oaths, taking contracts only when the terms are clear and the outcome necessary. He is known for ending conflicts decisively, whether through sanctioned duels, escorts through dangerous terrain, or discreet problem-solving where open force would fail. Neither knight nor outlaw, he walks the space between law and survival, carrying a reputation that precedes him in whispers rather than songs.
His heraldry—a crossed branch and sword—reflects his nature: restraint balanced with finality. Guillaume serves no lord, but once his loyalty is given, it is absolute.
Appearance
Guillaume d’Aubrac cuts a figure that is unmistakably half-elf, though nothing about him is delicate.
He stands 6’1”, long-limbed and lean, built for endurance rather than brute mass. His frame is narrow at the waist and broad through the shoulders, with dense, practical muscle shaped by travel, armor, and constant combat. He looks lighter than he is until he moves—or until someone tries to stop him.
His skin carries a weathered olive-tan, naturally lightened by elven blood and darkened over years of sun, wind, and open road. It is marked by faint scars and old cuts rather than ornament—evidence of fights survived rather than glorified.
Guillaume’s face is angular and worn, with high cheekbones and a strong jaw softened by perpetual stubble. A thin scar traces one cheek, shallow but permanent, the sort left by steel that passed close enough to teach a lesson. His features suggest restraint rather than warmth; nothing about him is exaggerated, but everything feels deliberate.
His eyes are a muted green-grey, sharp and steady. They do not wander. When he looks at someone, it feels as though he is measuring distance rather than emotion. Those eyes miss very little and forgive even less.
His ears taper subtly to points—shorter and thicker than a full elf’s, impossible to mistake up close but easy to overlook at a distance. He does not hide them, nor does he draw attention to them.
Guillaume’s hair is dark brown, nearly black when wet, worn long and usually tied back in a rough knot or half-tail. Loose strands frame his face, often wind-tossed and uneven, as though cut with a blade rather than shears. His beard is kept short and irregular—maintenance without vanity.
His hands are callused and scarred, fingers strong and sure, bearing the marks of sword hilts and reins. Even at rest, his posture is relaxed but balanced, weight always centered, as if his body never fully leaves readiness.
Overall, Guillaume has the presence of someone shaped by distance, discipline, and survival. He is not imposing through size or ornament, but through stillness. He looks like a man who has learned exactly where to stand when steel finally moves—and rarely needs to move twice.
He stands 6’1”, long-limbed and lean, built for endurance rather than brute mass. His frame is narrow at the waist and broad through the shoulders, with dense, practical muscle shaped by travel, armor, and constant combat. He looks lighter than he is until he moves—or until someone tries to stop him.
His skin carries a weathered olive-tan, naturally lightened by elven blood and darkened over years of sun, wind, and open road. It is marked by faint scars and old cuts rather than ornament—evidence of fights survived rather than glorified.
Guillaume’s face is angular and worn, with high cheekbones and a strong jaw softened by perpetual stubble. A thin scar traces one cheek, shallow but permanent, the sort left by steel that passed close enough to teach a lesson. His features suggest restraint rather than warmth; nothing about him is exaggerated, but everything feels deliberate.
His eyes are a muted green-grey, sharp and steady. They do not wander. When he looks at someone, it feels as though he is measuring distance rather than emotion. Those eyes miss very little and forgive even less.
His ears taper subtly to points—shorter and thicker than a full elf’s, impossible to mistake up close but easy to overlook at a distance. He does not hide them, nor does he draw attention to them.
Guillaume’s hair is dark brown, nearly black when wet, worn long and usually tied back in a rough knot or half-tail. Loose strands frame his face, often wind-tossed and uneven, as though cut with a blade rather than shears. His beard is kept short and irregular—maintenance without vanity.
His hands are callused and scarred, fingers strong and sure, bearing the marks of sword hilts and reins. Even at rest, his posture is relaxed but balanced, weight always centered, as if his body never fully leaves readiness.
Overall, Guillaume has the presence of someone shaped by distance, discipline, and survival. He is not imposing through size or ornament, but through stillness. He looks like a man who has learned exactly where to stand when steel finally moves—and rarely needs to move twice.
Skills and Abilities
Guillaume d’Aubrac is a highly disciplined martial specialist, known for precision, adaptability, and control rather than brute strength. Trained in both human sword doctrine and elven movement principles, he excels in dual-weapon combat, wielding a long arming sword in his dominant hand and a short falchion in the off-hand. His style emphasizes timing, footwork, and exploiting openings, allowing him to dismantle heavier or more traditionally trained opponents.
Beyond the blade, Guillaume is an expert duelist and skirmisher, capable of fighting effectively on foot or from horseback, navigating forests, broken terrain, and urban spaces with equal confidence. He possesses exceptional situational awareness, reading posture, intent, and distance instinctively. While not overtly magical, his half-elf senses grant him heightened perception, steady balance, and quiet movement, making him difficult to surprise and deadly when underestimated.
Beyond the blade, Guillaume is an expert duelist and skirmisher, capable of fighting effectively on foot or from horseback, navigating forests, broken terrain, and urban spaces with equal confidence. He possesses exceptional situational awareness, reading posture, intent, and distance instinctively. While not overtly magical, his half-elf senses grant him heightened perception, steady balance, and quiet movement, making him difficult to surprise and deadly when underestimated.
Personality
Guillaume d’Aubrac is quiet, disciplined, and intensely observant. He speaks little, listens carefully, and weighs his actions before committing, valuing clarity and purpose over emotion or tradition. Pragmatic rather than idealistic, he judges people by their actions under pressure and has little patience for hypocrisy or empty authority. He forms few bonds, but those he does form are deep and unbreakable, showing loyalty through action rather than words.
Biography & Lore
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