Hugh a hurlé à la réponse du voleur, un schowl encore grincant son visage. Il ne voulait pas gronder, il est juste resté là après avoir entendu ce que l'homme avait à dire de Sana il y a quelques instants. Il se contenta d'évacuer sa colère en s'accrochant aux poings, en buvant un peu de son café. Il a senti une petite fissure sur la tasse de café, qu'il a rapidement posé.
La petite conversation n'a pas duré longtemps, comme Hugh n'avait pas de réponse aux paroles du voleur, seulement les prendre et les garder à l'esprit. Le voleur avait trouvé plus d'intérêt à converser avec un étranger au hasard qui portait les mêmes vêtements que lui, ou quelque chose le long de ces lignes. Le sorcier semblait les avoir rejoints et avoir conversé avec le voleur, apparemment ignorant Hugh pour la plupart.
Hugh a simplement joué avec la tasse, regardant dans la boisson comme un souvenir joué à travers son esprit. Son esprit a dérivé à travers le jour et le passé, réfléchissant sur la gâchette de plus tôt. Son esprit était une tempête de pensées et de souvenirs. Il n'avait aucun contrôle car son esprit traversait des endroits plus sombres dans sa vie.
L'attention de l'homme fut rapidement détournée par la montée soudaine du voleur, alors qu'il se dirigeait vers la fenêtre. Il semblait provenir d'une certaine commotion qui se produisit à l'extérieur, comme Hugh l'a suivi. Il est monté derrière le sorcier, prenant son temps. Bien que ses yeux se soient fatigués alors qu'il remarquait la foule de créatures et d'hommes plutôt laids, apparemment dans l'intention de causer des ennuis.
Il gémit et se dirigea vers l'endroit où il avait laissé son café. Il a pris le t-shirt de la chaîne et l'a mis, suivi de ses puldrons. Il ne se souciait pas de savoir s'ils allaient le combattre, il n'était pas d'humeur à se faire poignarder à nouveau, car il était trop fatigué pour le travail. Il a terminé sa tâche en donnant ses armes, sa battaxe s'est évanouie dans le dos.
Il s'étire à l'extérieur, venant après les autres, alors qu'ils semblaient border la rue devant l'auberge, cherchant à prendre ce groupe de méfaits prolifiques. Hugh soupira et regarda le nouveau groupe, se sentant plus fatigué que d'habitude. "Vous devez tous trébucher." Il m'a dit qu'il ressemblait à des gens du centre-ville.
Ses paroles furent rapidement suivies de deux hyènes qui couraient droit vers lui. "Mutha enfoiré-" Son poing a vite rencontré le corps d'une des hyènes, comme les deux ont sauté sur lui. Les dents d'une hyène ont coulé dans l'armure de Hugh sur son épaule, essayant de mordre dans son armure de courrier en chaîne. L'autre était bientôt couché sur le sol sur son dos pendant que Hugh marchait dessus, l'écraser sous son poids. Il s'est tenu sur l'autre, le poussant à la poitrine, espérant qu'il pourrait se casser.
Celui qui était sous ses pieds criait dans son étrange hyène, pendant que Hugh brisait sa cage thoracique avec son poids. Hugh a commencé le processus d'étouffer sa vie, alors qu'il a commencé à sauter de haut en bas, une hyène dans ses bras mordant dans son épaule, et l'autre étant écrasé sous son poids.
Il n'a pas fallu longtemps avant qu'il trouve l'autre pour arrêter de crier, lui donner une petite pause pour lui arracher l'un sur l'épaule. Il a commencé ce processus en déplaçant rapidement ses mains vers les mâchoires de la bête, en obtenant une prise sur chacun et en priant la bête de lui. Il avait fait ses dégâts, car la pincée seule sur son épaule causait assez de douleur et de saignements. Ça aurait été pire si les dents avaient été complètement enfouies dans sa peau, mais ce n'était pas le cas.
Bientôt, la victoire fut à lui, alors qu'il déchirait la bête de son épaule, et qu'il lui brisait presque les mâchoires. Il le jeta à terre et marcha sur son cou, écrasant ses voies respiratoires, avant de dessiner son falchion et de le poignarder dans les poumons de la bête. Il a répété le processus avec l'autre, avant de se tenir vaillamment sur les deux créatures.
-- D'accord, qui est le suivant? Il a dit, la combinaison d'une grimace et d'un sourire sur son visage, comme il a utilisé une main pour frotter son épaule blessée.
Name: Hugh Van Halder
Age: 45
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Human
Class: Fighter, Ex-Paladin
Appearance/Clohing:

He stands at 6'2", a tower of years of built up muscle. He wears a dark earthen blue tunic over a white linen three button pullover shirt. He wears a pair of black shorts(under his pants) and a pair of dark gray hosen(medieval style pants). He'll wear a chain mail shirt and these pauldrons

additionally he'll wear leather knee and shin armor.
He wears a small gray hood and a bear fur cloak.
Skills: He is a good brawler and can fight with anything he can get his hands on(He's used bed rolls before). Horseback riding. Swordfighting, throwing axes, and two handed weapon fighting. He's been able to use crossbows before, but despises them, as they are delicate and take a lot of work just to reload. Bushcraft and survival stuff. Smoking(if that qualifies as a skill). Some cooking.
Natural Abilities: He's strong and durable and can take a lot of beatings. He's pretty much a tank. He can drink a lot of alcohol and only get buzzed. Otherwise, he's just a normal human.
Magic Spells: N/A
Additional Information: He is in a relationship with Sana Rawn. He has a draft horse, named Rodger.
Weapons: He wields a large crude looking battle axe and a falchion. Additionally, he has one small crude throwing axe.
Possessions: A rucksack with jerky, bread, cheese, rags, spark rocks(basically one is made of magnesium), rope, ladle, cooking knife, two plates, and tobacco. He also has saddle bags on his horse, which he stores his pipe, more tobacco, sugar cubes, a brush, a stick and bow(which he uses for lighting his pipe), and a few salt licks. He has two water skins. One he keeps on his horse, and one on his person or in rucksack. Additionally he has a pot and a frying pan strapped down to the outside of his rucksack. He also wears a ring on a little chain around his neck and he never seems to take it off, as it was given to him by Sana.
Personality: He is a more contented man, liking simple things in life, especially enjoying smoking his pipe with a wonderful scenery, usually in the form of a beautiful day and his love, Sana. He has a more realistic attitude towards the world, not being an idealist, only doing things to help. He has great respect for the natural order of things, and you won't find him trying to seek out revenge. He still has a fiery temper when it is stoked enough to come out.
History: Hugh was once part of a great order of paladins. They had much land and ruled with wisdom. Their lands were prosperous and fertile. Many were jealous of their lands, but no one had the courage enough to take on the great and Noble order. Their paladins were fierce and formidable fighters. They all stood higher than 6' and were towers of muscle. They were truly terrifying men. But they were brought down under scandal. Fabricated accusations about them stealing their riches and enslaving other groups of people for labor. The scandals kept growing until they were set upon by every surrounding nation. They stood no chance. Many were killed, only a few escaped.
They have been long since forgotten, after being hunted for almost two decades, and killed off, until it was concluded that they were finally extinct. Hugh hid among tribes of barbarians to survive. The tribe was good to him, making him one of their own. He had built a life of simplicity. Some warring between other tribes would often end with them being brutalized and then integrated. Hugh had found love in a woman taken from one of the defeated tribes. He had a few sons and lived very happily with her, until they were set upon by a purge of the "savages".
Hugh's tribe was wiped out and he was orphaned once again. He had brutally killed all the "civilized" army he could, but it was too late. His tribe was all gone, along with his family.
He became a wanderer, and left to find life as a mercenary. In that life, he found an adventure awaiting him in a tavern. The tavern was filled with life, when he came in and joined up with a questing group. There he met a gypsy woman by the name of Sana. He got to know her going on this random little adventure with this party. It was all rather simple and jovial at first, until they were all taken captive by a lich. This lich tried to take Sana from them, and in that moment Hugh only felt desperation and rage.
He had slowly begun to realize that he had fallen in love with Sana, and that if he lost her nothing would change about his existence as a wandering mercenary, and he would simply keep losing people he deeply cared about. So he took a chance at love, and broke out of his cage in a fit of rage. He fought like a lion to get to Sana, finally winning out(love triumphs over all!) against the hordes of undead after his party came to his aid.
Since then, he's been a contented old soul, taking care of Sana and showing her his love for her, even though he has never said the words.