"A willful and world-weary warrior, wandering ever westward to find his way."
Name: The Hanged Man
Nicknames: the man with the scars, the man thrice-hanged, old crow, oathbreaker, cur ... the list goes on
Class: wandering swordsman, once-knight
Deity: sometimes he swears by an unknown goddess, but he does not seem very pious
Age: very old--can appear as young as 25 or as old as 45 depending on his mood, the light, etc.; sometimes his eyes reflect the full, staggering weight of his long lifespan
Body Type: broad-shouldered and stocky, though not too tall
Weight: 220-225 lbs.
Complexion: light, but tanned--quick to blush
Hair: long dirty blond, often tied up in a warrior's topknot
Eyes: intense dark green; sunken and haunted with deep shadows beneath them
Scars: uncountable; his hands and forearms are palsied due to extensive scarring, and he has an unhealing gash on his left cheek; less frequently seen are the overlapping rope scars on his left ankle
Mannerisms: picks at his scars, drinks heavily
Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his bonny green e'en
Wi' a lock o' his gowden hair-o
We theek our nest when it grows bare-o.
We theek our nest when it grows bare
The Hanged Man is a mysterious figure who always travels west, until he is distracted by a quest or adventure. Whenever asked about his destination he says he is searching for "the Red Lord" or "the Lord of the Lances," though it's unclear who this man was, if he ever even existed. Crows seem to follow him everywhere he goes. Sometimes he seems mysterious and wise beyond his years, while others he seems little more than a pathetic mess, dependent on drink to get him through the long nights.
The Hanged Man has a grim sort of appearance, and some have claimed him to be a psychopomp who comes to lead soldiers into what comes after. It is clear he has known many years of warfare, and he often is plagued by nightmares. He wears black armor, though it is usually hidden under a voluminous hooded mantle the color of dust. At his side he carries a black-bladed falchion with a garnet set in the pommel, as well as a massive tower shield covered in burlap to hide the device emblazoned upon it. His arms are scarred terribly and at times twitch, freeze, or spasm--he often covers them with heavy leather gloves or gauntlets. He favors his left leg when he walks and may use his shield like a crutch. Contrasting his scruffy appearance are his facial features, which are rather rounded and boyish, though the years of wandering have made them a little gaunter.
Usually the Hanged Man is at peace with himself and his quest, content to wander the worlds and help people in need. But there are also periods of darkness, wherein he has given in to despair or desparation, possibly even resorting to villainy for a chance to see his radiant lord again. At heart he is a quiet man, haunted and occasionally full of angst, though amiable and profoundly lonely. Although he has promised to never again be caught in the traps of charismatic kings, he is drawn to confidence and power and is easy to manipulate if the right leverage is applied. Generally he is subservient to those in positions of power--a holdout from his past he has been unable to shake.
Many a one for him makes mane
But none shall ken where he is gane
O'er his white bones when they are bare-o
The wind shall blow for ever mair-o
The wind shall blow for ever mair.