Hugh sentit Sana se rapprocher de lui et lançant ses jambes avec les siennes. C'était plus que confortable d'être comme ça. Il était assez heureux et détendu, c'est pourquoi il est venu comme un peu de surprise pour Hugh quand il a senti une petite morsure sur sa poitrine nue. "Ahh!" C'est son exclamation surprise. "Bonjour." Il a dit, d'un ton un peu plus déçu. Ça n'a pas vraiment fait mal. C'était plus comme être mordu par un chaton.
Il lui apporta la main dans le bas du dos et la frotta un peu, avant qu'elle ne s'enfuie, et il suivit la suite, bien que sa main fût encore sous son corps. Quand elle a pris le drap avec elle, il a senti une froideur soudaine comme tout ce qu'il portait était sa petite paire de shorts qu'il portait sous son tuyau. Sana avait enlevé les couvertures du lit, même si tout ce qu'elle avait prévu de prendre était le drap, et elle s'était assurée qu'il était mal à l'aise.
"Ack!" Il s'exclama, alors qu'il sautait jusqu'à une position assise au bord du lit et s'étirait. Il regarda Sana, voyant qu'elle était debout, et la faisant vers la fenêtre. Elle se tenait là et fixait une seconde, avant d'acquérir un rocher et de le jeter. Le faible bruit d'un poulet sentant la douleur a été entendu, tandis que Hugh soulevait un sourcil. Le mystère de ce qui vient de se passer s'est vite révélé alors que Sana parlait de la façon dont elle avait vaincu ce bâtard. Cela a apporté un sourire amusé au visage de Hugh alors qu'il la regardait. "Crédulité pour les animaux. Je vois." Il m'a dit, de façon taquine.
Il se leva après ses paroles au sujet de s'habiller et se dirigea vers son tas de vêtements et d'armures. -- Oui, il semble que ce soit à ce moment-là. Il a regardé ses vêtements pendant un moment, souhaitant plus de profiter d'un peu plus de temps avec elle. Ses pensées étaient remplies d'un peu de fantasme alors qu'il commençait à mettre son pantalon et à les tirer jusqu'à ce qu'ils fussent snobs. Il a hésité à mettre sa chemise, pensant qu'il pourrait passer et peut-être profiter d'un peu plus de temps seul avec Sana.
Il s'est relâché et a commencé à tirer tous ses vêtements, finissant enfin avec ses bottes. Il a juste laissé son armure, préférant plutôt être dans une tenue d'affaires plus décontractée, même s'il portait habituellement la même chose. Il se tenait debout et redressait ses vêtements, essuyant toute poussière accumulée dans la pile où son vêtement se trouvait sur le sol. Avec l'accomplissement de sa tâche, il a inhalé profondément et a frappé sa poitrine d'une manière de se pomper jusqu'à la rencontre de la journée.
Il s'étire sur le côté du lit où Sana était assise dans un drap. Elle avait l'air aussi belle que jamais, sinon un peu comique pour lui. Elle respirait néanmoins et l'image d'elle avec une tête de lit tenant une feuille pour couvrir son corps apportait un sourire content au visage de Hugh. Il se tenait au-dessus d'elle, se penchait pour lui embrasser le front, retenait l'arrière de sa tête avec sa main et courait ses doigts dans ses cheveux. Il a posé ses lèvres sur son front et a pris un souffle d'elle. Il s'est retiré du baiser et a dit : "Je serai en bas pour prendre le petit déjeuner." Avec cela, il a reculé, sa main traçant à travers ses cheveux, avant de se tourner vers la sortie et de marcher lentement vers elle, sentant la privation de sommeil de certains de ces derniers jours.
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.