Reinhardt Ironwood
Reinhardt Ironwood
Reinhardt is a rugged and tenacious archer, his rough-hewn features weathered by years spent braving the untamed wilderness of the Empire. With a thick beard and piercing grey eyes, he exudes a quiet strength that belies his humble origins. Clad in patched leather armour and wielding a sturdy longbow, he is a formidable opponent to any who would threaten the caravan's safety. Despite his gruff exterior, Reinhardt possesses a kind heart and a deep sense of camaraderie with his fellow guards, always willing to lend a helping hand or a word of encouragement in times of need.
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Apparel & Accessories
Reinhardt's pendant is a solemn token of remembrance, fashioned from the antler of the very stag that claimed his brother's life. Carved with intricate detail, the pendant bears the weight of his grief and serves as a constant reminder of the tragedy that befell his family. Yet, despite the sorrow it represents, there is a quiet strength in the pendant, a testament to Reinhardt's resilience and determination to honour his brother's memory. Suspended from a simple leather cord, it hangs close to his heart, a symbol of the bond they shared and the unbreakable spirit that guides him through the darkest of times.
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A Hunt Gone Wrong
"'Twas a cold autumn morn when me brother Friedrich and I set out on our first hunt. We were naught but lads, full of fire and spirit, eager to prove ourselves in the eyes of our pa and the gods above. With naught but a bow and our wits about us, we ventured deep into the forest, where the trees loomed tall and the shadows danced like ghosts in the mist. We'd been tracking a mighty stag for hours, its antlers gleaming like silver in the dappled sunlight. Me heart pounded in me chest as I notched an arrow to me bow, fingers trembling with excitement. But as I let fly, the beast bolted, me shot goin' wide and striking poor Friedrich square in the leg. I'll never forget the sound of his cry as he fell, nor the sight of blood seepin' from the wound. Panic gripped me as I rushed to his side, fear gnawin' at me gut like a hungry rat. But Friedrich, bless his soul, he was a tough 'un, grittin' his teeth through the pain as I hoisted him onto me shoulders and staggered through the forest in search of help. 'Twas a long and lonely trek, every step a battle against the darkness that threatened to swallow us whole. But I was determined, me brother's life dependin' on me strength and me courage. And though the gods above saw fit to test us with every twist and turn of the path, I refused to yield, me heart burnin' with a fire what no darkness could quench. But alas, it weren't enough. As the light began to fade and the shadows grew long, poor Friedrich took his last breath, his spirit slippin' from this world like smoke on the wind. I laid him to rest beneath the boughs of a great oak tree, me tears minglin' with the earth as I whispered a prayer to Sigmar above. And though me heart be heavy with sorrow, and though me dreams be haunted by the memory of that fateful day, I take solace in the knowledge that Friedrich's spirit be at peace, his soul soar in' free among the stars above. And as I trudge homeward through the gatherin' gloom, I know that I'll carry his memory with me always, a beacon of light in the darkness of me days."Relationships
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Age
30
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Children
Sex
Male
Gender
Male
Presentation
Masculine
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Brown
Height
5'8"
Weight
160lbs
Belief/Deity
Sigmar
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