<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Alec Redwater<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Mercenary<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Ons :</strong>Confidence, Dirty Talk, Busty girls, Fondling, Nipple play, oral(giving and receiving), Voyeurism, vaginal sex, tit jobs, romance, orgies, rough sex, hand jobs (receiving but he might go for giving).<br/><strong>Offs :</strong>Gore, Vore, vomit, bathroom stuff, torture, Mutilations, bad smells, receiving anal.<br/><strong>Favorite Mode of Attack:</strong><br/><br/><strong>I Know What I'm Doing:</strong>A basic cut or slash with a loud "Hiya!" He has been trained to do this, the thing is, he's still new. "Hiya!" is not optional.<br/><br/><strong>Stay Back!:</strong>Swings his sword about wildly, very inaccurate. Shrieks of terror or crying optional.<br/><br/><strong>Height :</strong>6 feet<br/><strong>Weight :</strong>170 lbs.<br/><strong>Build :</strong>Toned athletic<br/><strong>Description :</strong>A well built young man with pale skin and green eyes. He has classical features that make him stand out in a crowd. Doubly so with his unruly mop of brown hair that constantly seems to just about to fall in his eyes. Always has a serious expression and exerts an air of cool confidence, professionalism, or indifference depending on who you ask. He is armored to the nines, and curiously wears a tattered and torn battle standard inside out as a cloak. He is unable to grow more than a patch of thin stubble for a beard so shaves regularly.<br/><br/><strong>Personality :</strong>Quiet, blunt, shy, terse, squeamish, and more than a little overwhelmed. He struggles to maintain eye contact, and has developed a habit of cracking his neck or fingering the hilt of his sword to keep from fidgeting. Normally a very friendly, outgoing, and loyal person. Raised by mercenaries he is also rather lewd.<br/><br/><strong>Story :</strong>Alec is the last of the Red Water Legion. A group of mercenaries that gained the dubious nickname of "The Bloody Puddles" because of how many people they lost every time they made the field. Alec was conscripted by them as a teenager and has spent the last few years cleaning, repairing armor, grooming mounts, cooking, and sharpening weapons. He was excited when some of the older men started training him to use a long sword. Right before a big battle too! He felt this was his chance and he leapt for it.<br/><br/>Battles are not the heroic or exciting things Alec thought they were. He spent his huddled in a ball and crying. He prayed to every god he had ever heard of to live and see another day as he clung to his sword. Then there was silence. Peeking his head out of his hiding spot, he observed the carnage of his friends and mentors lying dead all around, but so were the enemy. Every living soul on the field was now dead or dying. The Red Water Legion had won, but lived up to their reputation.<br/><br/>In a fit of melancholy, and on a whim, Alec removed the battered Legion standard from where it waved in a gentle breeze and made for Ambervale to report. He knew this much at least. Arriving at the town he has been overwhelmed by the largest collection of people that he has ever seen.<br/><br/>Player: Kathadon