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Grimbald Helmbrecht

Commander of the Helmbrecht Company

Grimbald Helmbrecht

Grimbald Helmbrecht possesses a gruff demeanour, with a penchant for sarcasm and a tendency to speak his mind without reservation. Years spent navigating the treacherous paths of warfare and commerce have left him cynical and distrustful of others, though beneath his rough exterior lies a shrewd mind and a keen understanding of Human nature.   Despite his often abrasive attitude, Grimbald harbours a deep loyalty to those who have earned his respect, and he is not one to abandon his comrades in times of need. However, his loyalty does not come cheap, and those who cross him or fail to pull their weight in the caravan can expect to face his wrath.   He is a veteran of many battles and has a near legendary ability to stay cool under pressure.   Grimbald wears a mix of cloth, leather and plate. Most notably he wears a Breastplate bearing the symbols of the Knights of the Blazing Sun. It is not apparent why this is the case as he doesn't openly claim to a member of their order. He often wears red and white slashed hose, his old military uniform and symbol of Reikland.   His broadsword is nothing to look at but is wickedly sharp, he will often wield a shield in combat, depending on the situation. Although he rarely uses it, he carries a dagger of incredible workmanship.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Grimbald first served as part of a larger Mercenary company before forming the Helmbrecht Company. He has a close bond with Erika Sternhammer, Reinhardt Ironwood, Adrik Blackthorn and Ulrich Ravenshield.  

Regards Erika

  "The air is thick as our caravan is ambushed by a gang of thugs. We could feel 'em trailing us for hours. I'm holding the line, but it ain't lookin' good. They're comin' at us from all sides, and I'm barely keepin' my head above water.   Then, outta nowhere, Erika charges in like a whirlwind. She's fightin' like a demon, takin' down those scum like they're nothin'. With her at my side, we push 'em back, givin' me a chance to catch my breath. I swear she cut a man clean in two with that Longsword o' hers.   We fight together, side by side, and damn if she ain't the toughest lass I've ever seen. When it's all said and done, it's her grit and determination that saves my hide. And I owe her one hell of a debt for it.   If a job needs doin', she'll get it done an' she won't complain while doing it!"
 

Regards Reinhardt

  "Reinhardt's a thinker. He don't do nothin' until the right moment. He's got the eyes of a hawk and the shootin' ability o' an elf.   More than a few time's he's spotted danger long o' for the rest of are even aware anything is up."
 

Regards Adrik

  "Adrik, now there's a sight to behold. A gaze that could stop a charging bull dead in its tracks. Every inch of him speaks of strength and resilience, from the calluses on his hands to the scars crisscrossing his weather-beaten face.   But 'neath that rough exterior lies a heart of gold, loyal to a fault and always ready to lend a hand. He may not say much, but when Adrik speaks, you'd best listen, 'cause chances are, he's got something worth hearin'."
 

Regards Rusty & Coal

  "Coal and Rusty, the pair of 'em make quite the team. Coal's a sleek black stallion, with eyes like smouldering coals and a coat as dark as night. He's got a spirit as fiery as his namesake, and when he sets his mind to something, there ain't no stoppin' him.   Now Rusty, he's a different story altogether. Ain't nothin' sleek or shiny about him – his coat's a patchwork of rust and brown, with a mane that looks like it ain't been brushed in years. But don't let his rough exterior fool ya, 'cause Rusty's got a heart of gold, loyal to a fault and always ready to give his all, no matter the task at hand.   Together, they make quite the pair – Coal with his fiery spirit and Rusty with his steadfast determination. They may not be the prettiest horses in the stable, but they're as reliable as they come, and when the goin' gets tough, there ain't no two horses I'd rather have by my side."
Species
Age
42
Children
Sex
Male
Gender
Male
Presentation
Masculine
Eyes
Dark Green
Hair
Brown although mostly Grey
Height
5'10"
Belief/Deity
Sigmar
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