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Character name: Leonard “The Boar” Haslo
Character age: 34
Physical description of your character:
Leonard is a massive man of great strength. He stands nearly seven feet tall with a chest the size of three lesser men and brimming with muscle. He looks like a bruiser through and through, the kind of guy you’d see hurling barstools with one hand and pounding back ales with the other. He’s got a shaved head, a full brown beard, and a face that only a mother could love (if that mother were also a liar). The man is blessed with a mountain of muscle, and cursed with the ugliness of a swine. His nose has been broken in several places, and his grin is missing several teeth. He has cauliflower ear on his left side, and a scar running down his cheek on the right. At first glance, Leonard comes off as a profound idiot. At second and third glance, he comes off this way too.
Notable personality traits or skills:
Leonard is an oaf, but he’s not as mean or thuggish as you might expect. The man has seen his fair share of fights throughout his days, and perhaps that has humbled him. He is, however, as loud as you would expect, and often times doesn’t realize his own strength. Notable, Leonard is a wrestler, and a pretty good one at that. Both in terms of showmanship and in terms of pure form.
Where is your character coming from? (write a short paragraph about your character’s background before jail):
Leonard grew up rigging boats and hauling cargo. From a young age he had been out at sea and working. It’s not rare for a child to be born at sea these days, but it is rare for one to be so useful at such a young age. The boy was always a biggun, and by the time he was just 12 years old, he was keeping up with the crew.
Being raised on a merchant vessel has its benefits and it has its banes. Always a target on your back when hauling goods, and eventually that target was hit. A successful attack from pirates sunk the ship and all but a few survived, including Leonard and his father. From there, it was a somewhat mundane life at the docks on Castor’s Smile. A mundane life of lifting boxes, to and from the warehouses. Day in and day out. Leonard didn’t mind. He was good at it, and it kept him busy. A simple life, a simple paycheck, done and done.
As Leonard got older, he began to have a taste for the finer things in life. Mainly strong ale. It was here where he finally found his calling; in the taverns. Leonard was a monsterously large man, and being such, he was often targeted by drunkards looking for a fight. It was a ritual almost. Men would get drunk, feel they needed something to prove, and start in with the insults and physicality. Leonard rarely lost these fights, but it did happen. One thing is certain though, it was always one hell of a show. It didn’t take long for Leonard to get noticed and adopted into the local sporting scene. While he wasn’t the BEST wrestler at the docks, he was always one of the most entertaining.
How did your character find themselves in jail awaiting trial? (Please write a few short paragraphs describing what poor luck brought your character to this point in their life):
It was a night off for Leonard and the taverns were full as usual. He had been sitting at the bar downing ale after ale for hours at this point and was cussing up a storm with the bartender. The conversation was a formal discussion about what animal would win in a fight, a lion or Narthwich bear. Leonard had never seen either of the animals, but he had seen bears from other places and knew just how large they could get. It was a no brainer for him. Of course a bear could defeat a lion. Leonard was JUST about to win the argument when in walks some guy wearing a garish outfit that looked more like a tapestry than proper attire. The kind of outfit that had those poofy sleeves and gold lacing in strange places. The man didn’t belong here, but he was the type with enough money and enough of an entourage to not care.
The fop scared away half the clientele. They knew he was the kind of trouble that you couldn’t mess with. He was also the kind of trouble that made you want nothing more than to smash his dumb little head into a wall. Eventually bartender and LEonard got back into their argument, this time it was boars (to which Leonard was very fond, hence the stage name) against a hundred angry turkeys. The kind of conversation that nobody cares about solving; it was just good, silly fun. Of course, mr. fop, after a few drinks, thought it was his time to shine. The man marches over to Leonard and starts in on his opinion about the boar and how nasty of an animal it was. This didn’t bother Leonard at all, what bothered him was how the man kept adding in words here and there like “you dolt” and “you absolute twit”. He would say things like “of course a boar has tusks, but it can only gore one turkey at a time, you absolute dimwit!”. Leonard may not have been the brightest man out there, but that never meant he doesn’t deserve respect.
Things escalated quickly. Leonard demanded an apology, the barkeep demanded an apology, and the fop (his name was later revealed to be Edwin Hirshifus of the Hirshifus Mercantile Company) puffed out his chest like some sort of angry peacock. Of course, the three men that stood by watching the scene were just waiting for their chance to step in. Eventually, the fop threw his drink on Leonard in frustration, and Leonard responded by picking the man up and hurling him full force across the room. A fight ensued that turned the bar upside down, and unfortunately, Leonard was on the losing side. Unfortunately because as it turned out, Edwin was a merchant of some renown, and as it turned out Edwin had landed with his neck at an angle that necks do not willingly go. Next stop, Jail for Leonard. We all know where things went from there.
