<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Basic Information:</span></strong></div><strong>Name:</strong>Allistair.<em>Sir<em></em></em>Allistair.<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Mercenary Knight<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span></strong></div><strong>Age:</strong>Somewhere around 30ish- the years are a hard on a traveling sellsword, no matter how noble his birth.<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Blond<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Brown<br/><strong>Height and Weight:</strong>6 feet and an inch, 210 pounds.<br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong>Of generally bulky build, Allistair enjoys the benefits of a high protein diet and heavy work under armor and with weapons while on horseback.  He keeps his (Slightly thinning now) hair long, since trimming it is generally a pain and a mercenary is expected to be scruffy anyway.  This means a bushy beard as well, though if he was being presented at court (unlikely as that is) he cleans up well and properly.  His muscles are bulkier rather than defined, leaving a broad back and shoulders and powerful legs, from riding and marching under armor.  While riding in the country, he usually wears tight riding pants, tall boots, a heavy tunic and cloak to keep the weather off.  In battle, this gets tossed aside for a heavy armor, and a tunic and shield red, with golden lion rampant.  It's easy to tell what he is and what he's about- stealth and subtlety aren't really his strong suit.  His body is marked by several scars from scrapes and duels, as well as a few lumps along his ribs from poorly mended bones.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong></div><strong>Age:</strong>It depends on the circumstance.  When it come to war, like a grizzled veteran.  With money, more like a child.  With women, well, if they're for sale, like a grizzled veteran, with someone his equal that he actually likes, well, it's back to being an awkward kid again.<br/><strong>Likes:</strong>The bight sun on an open trail, charge of a destrider, the feeling of victory, comradeship and the accolades of his peers.<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>The sinking feeling in anticipation of combat, having to worry where his next meal is coming from, being laughed at and meaning it.<br/><strong>Phobias:</strong>Imprisonment, being at other's mercy.<br/><strong>When it comes to interacting with others I:</strong>Will act with courtesy, even to those of lower rank.  Your superiors have earned it, your peers deserve it, and your lessers will appreciate your magnanimity.  However, insults are not to be accepted and should be returned.  Rivals should be bested in everything, and enemies crushed.<br/><strong>I believe that:</strong>Oaths and promises should be kept when given.  Honorable foes deserve honorable combat, preferably single combat face to face.  Liars and cheats are not to be trusted, and should be shunned.  At the end of the day, they don't ask you how you won, they ask if you won, however.  This last one really matters the most, in spite of everything that went before.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Equipment:</span></strong></div><strong>Weapons and Armor:</strong>A suit of heavy, clanking armor, complete with greathelm and shield, offering protection even if slowing movement.  A sword, well edged but pitted with a history of deflected blows and near misses.  A pair of lances, in case one breaks, and a trio of javelins, for tossing and throwing, and a mace lying about in case it's needed.  This, of course, requires a destrider, Palermo, and a pack horse, Jones.  And to save the destrider, a palfry, Winnans.  And a servant, who doesn't do much otherwise, Hans.<br/><strong>I never leave home without:</strong>Well, after weapons and armor and horses an a sniveling manservant, what else do you need?  A blanket, I guess.<br/><strong>When it comes to money I'm:</strong>Material rich and cash poor.  Money is for spending.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Important Stuff:</span></strong></div><strong>When I'm scared I:</strong>Grab my sword and looks around to see what everyone else is doing.<br/><strong>The thing I want most but would never tell anyone about is:</strong>A family of my own.<br/><strong>I'm lonely when:</strong>I'm being ridiculed or shunned.<br/><strong>It hurts when:</strong>I'm not taken seriously, pushed aside, or forgotten about.<br/><strong>The things you need to know about my past are:</strong>I'm the discarded third son of a noble house rich enough to outfit me but not rich enough to keep me.  I've been left to make my fortune by my wits and sword arm, and when I run out of one I have to use the other.  I'm more of a gifted than skilled combatant- there are many who know fighting better than I, but not a lot who can jump in without thinking better than I can.  I've bested men in single combat, stylized combat like jousts, and even in a few battles.  However, I haven't really been heavily tested, either against many or a real equal.  I've been lucky that way, and I know it-- and doubt myself sometimes as a result.  And sometimes, I talk a bigger game than I actually play.<br/><strong>I wish to go to the Shadow because:</strong>I need to get out of here, pronto.<br/>