
Moose The Hedge Knight
(Excuse the modern booze glass. I can't find a better picture for my schmuck.)
Impoverished hedge knight seeking groschens to survive. Tournaments, mercenary work, brief knightly service.
No food. No water. No means of purchase. Shit out of luck.
An aspiring squire until young adulthood. Grown under the roofs of nobility. Sick of the life, sick of familial pressure, sick of courtly manners and rules and reprimands. Knightly dream unachieved. Rationale snapped. Flanged mace against parental skulls in the dead of night. Two more witnesses erased. Armor and arms and a horse carried in guilty arms. Galloping into the woods and ditching the creature. He never looked back when he ran.
The royal house still remembers.
Appearance
See the lad. He is pale and tall. Crowned in unkempt blonde grown to the nape of his neck like vines over a rusted portcullis. Eyes blue as the sky can permit.Personality
Generally silent or speaks in scarce sentences. By no means a complete mute. Violence gnaws in his head, the means of survival. A soft heart still resides within his being.Equipment
0 GroschensA set of chainmail armor. Chausses included. No coif or helm. No surcoat.
A flanged mace.
A heater shield bearing its coat-of-arms against a yellow background: a soaring black eagle.