Ælin Greywind

## Inventory

Arming sword, Battle axe, Parrying dagger, Throwing Dagger x2. Hauberk. Leather longcoat,

*Few rumors exist of a warrior who has seen no defeat. Blood stained hands which wrought ill without discrimination. Coin, wanderlust and an apparent lack of any sensibility towards any law or code of ethics were all one could possibly conceive drove the soul some deemed raised from the dead to avenge the sins of all Westerosi.*

## History

*From the fighting pits of Yunkai to the barren Fingers and the bouts of Melee in King's Landing, there are few places Ælin Greywind has not traveled. With little drive other than coin to fill his pocket he wanders without pledge. He fought a few sieges and major battles. Where he was often found on both sides of the war. Whether looting or claiming a reward, there were always some gains to be had. Survival through combat. What else was there to a tale woven by scars?*

His story began as simple as that of many others. A drunken father with grandiose tales of a legendary ancestor named Galan Greywind who served the Valyrians. Obvious nonsense. A mother who tried her best to maintain what sense of a life she could find. Poverty. It was just that simple. The same reason which saw the young Greywind sent out to fend for himself before he could count.

Ælin ended up in the backstreets of Qohor. A ruthless place for those poor and hungry and for those who were stupid there weren't many options other than begging for what scraps were readily available. Being strong made it easier. As those frail and weak were easily pushed aside.

*It was during those days that Ælin began to form into who he is today.*

After leading a small pack of scoundrels into what ended up a massacre, one which left his eye scarred, Ælin found himself working as a cabin boy. It was during a long night of fighting off raiders from the deck that he first picked up a sword. Already close to 6ft tall as a 15 year old he single-handedly carved through four adult men. Without having had a day's worth of training. That would soon change however. The days of being a cabin boy came to pass as that night did. Now assigned to guard the captain. Until the captain fell and he guarded the man's replacement. For less then a year until the replacement met the same fate. Some said Ælin was to blame. And they weren't wrong. For in all those encounters protecting others had been the last thing on his mind. He simply wanted to survive. Something inside him didn't allow him to die. It pushed and pushed and pushed him beyond any edge upheld by a sane person. From the seas to the fighting pits and into the most gruesome of skirmishes and tasks.

What eventually brought him to the doorsteps of Westeros, after initially returning to Essos, was a well compensated job as personal guard of those who led the Barthos Kartel to invade King's Landing. Ælin became a turncoat near the end of the battle as it became clear to see which side was winning. He stole a set of armor and, thanks to his looks, blended in among the Westerosi quite well.

What followed were years spent as a mercenary in Westeros to whoever paid the fastest if not the most. He partook in any contest of combat which paid him whether a melee or duel. He stole and committed countless acts of villainy. There were few of heroism albeit not for any altruistic reason.

Never did he linger. Ælin took his coin and moved on without leaving so much as a name in his wake.

## Personality

A silent brute. Most of his personality was stripped away by the events of hid childhood and what remain was forcibly reformed by the scathing impudence of reality. The sword speaks with far more grace than the tongue of one deemed forged by sin.

## Appearance

Arming sword: ***left hip**, A Castleforged blade of the finest quality which coin can find up in the North of Westeros. The pommel is of unique design. It features the head of a direwolf with furious eyes and bared fangs. This unique weapon was taken from the battlefield during the attempted Brathos Kartel invasion. Noble and brave as he was, the brother of Brand Stark had taken it upon himself to venture out and find the location of those who led the Kartel. They were defended by a small group of guards yet the Wolf still saw a chance. Rather than calling for allies he approached alone and found himself 'taken' in by several guards who he knew he could carve through in second. Now the Lord was not merely a proud northerner. No, he was one who cared for his people and would rather end this war right then and there by his own blade than to see it spill more blood. As such the just Wolf called for a duel. The winner would be declared victorious and the defeated party would retreat or submit. The Kartel agreed and sent a single warrior who was seen standing up from a campfire. The warrior was surprisingly tall and wore no armor. He wielded axe and dagger akin to a wildling. He had looks which fell between those of Essos and Westeros. Dressed in Hauberk and other pieces of sturdy armor which didn't restrict his motion as much as plate mail would, Lord Stark used spear and shield to keep the brute at bay with well aimed strikes. But there was something strange to the large man's movements. Time after time he moved his body away from spear point with surprisingly nimble athleticism for one so large. This left the warrior free to relentlessly beat his axe into the Lord's shield with every opening. And he continued to tear at the shield again and again until it was rendered useless and discarded. Quickly, the Wolf reached for his arming sword--- and in that moment, the tall man discarded any sense of honor and threw a dagger straight into the rigorous, deep brown colored right eye of the Stark. The sword was all Ælin took after having killed the man. And not long after these events Ælin found himself abandoning the losing Kartel and joining the forces of King's landing with the outfit of a fallen soldier. The arming sword measures 39 inches in overall length and features a, dark in color, rain guard. It is currently in very good condition.*

Parrying dagger: ***right hip**, this weapon was steel-forged and made by a Blacksmith of high repute in King's Landing which ended up costing a, to Ælin, great amount of coin. The weapon measures 22 inches overall and features a especially sturdy cross guard.*

Battle axe: ***back***, *given to Ælin by a slave master who purchased his entry into the pits where he fought against a rare black bear. Ælin's profits were split with the slave master but he was allowed to keep the Axe which in truth was worth more than the coin. It is of decent make with a 24" handle which features engravings two fighting serpentine creatures along its length. The single axe-head features a spike the rear, all made from single piece of high quality steel.*

Throwing daggers (x2): ***left/right thigh,** these have been in Ælin's possession for more than 10 years. Obtained during his time as an urchin on the streets of Qohor. They are of cheap make, with iron blades, but Ælin kept them viciously sharp over the years and has grown incredibly used to their weight.*

Hauberk: ***Rear saddlebag,** this is a standard hauberk worn by the troops of King's Landing (Specifically during the defense against the Brathos Kartel.).*

Worn garb: *A high-collared long dark coat made of leather and laced with thick padding on the inside. Simple boots and trousers*

Scars: *Left eye, left wrist, back*

## Attributes

 Investigation
 Medicine
 Animal Handling
 Perception
 Nature
 Religion