Thomas Eicheim

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• Char sheet

  • Name: Thomas Eicheim
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: HaymakerW
  • Race: Abomination
  • Profession: Sellsword/Hunter
  • Weight: 450 lbs
  • Height: 7'1

• General Description

  "Everytime you come here, you contribute nothing but to your tab at the Three Star, you perform no job, you offer no service, you bring misfortune where-ever you go. Its only by the dent that you are big and stupid enough to be useful as a wall of idiocy should I need to attack something that I even left you to your devices to begin with" -- Spellcarver
  
  Appearance
  
  A human reaching over 7 feet in height, built like a power house. Extremely broad shoulders and narrow waist gave the classic V shape to the herculean, sturdy frame. Extra thick bulging muscles present everywhere, especially in the long limbs of the fellow. The amount of the muscles on him weren't the flattering show muscles, no, these muscles lacked the usually seen smoothness; rough and overcrowding. Tom had no flat stomach, but a little bulge there, ladden with a rough twelve pack. A testament of power, but not of looks. He has mismatched eyes in color; a clear case of heterochromia as one eye is clear green and another mesh of blue and gray. Those eyes peer around with determination, hinting of iron will.
  His face has strong, angular features, "axe carved" even. He has semi-long black hair growing from his head, the hair on his neck going as down as to reach his shoulders, the lenght of hair shortening towards the front as the front hair barely goes past the eyebrows. Large knuckles on sturdy fingers, complete with hardened skin in palms, elbows and knees give tell tale signs of rough, physical life. As a finish the tiny cracks every now and then on his lips are a clear sign of his life positioned somewhere cold. He is topped off with a good, straight posture which is resonating pride and ego (with a dash of arrogance).

• Current uniform

  Now sporting his employer's uniform!
  
  A soldier's garments fit for an officer or ceremony march. Tom was wearing an actual uniform instead of mix-and-match cloth and steel. The uniform consisted of straight gray pants with green stripes on the sides, tucked into tall riding boots, polished to perfection.
  A normal two pin buckle belt to keep the pants in check. On his torso Tom has a green underjacket with silver embroidery and over the underjacket he has, again, silver-decorated coat that buckles on the top, exposing some of the underjacket. The coat come with matching, decorated shoulder boards.
  The underjacket also hide an undershirt and a light, but durable chainmail shirt with sleeves just barely reaching to elbows. His arms are legs are protected. Left arm is protected by open face light field gauntlet covering most of the upper part of his forearm and top of his hand with a special leather glove worn undearneath. His right arm sports a fully arm enclosing gauntlet, cladding entire forearm to steel and then protecting the topside of his fingers and hand. This gauntlet comes in brass and carries a peculiar enhancement.
  His legs are protected by greaves covering the frontal part of his chins and having kneecaps jut out, the greaves strapped around his shin with leather.
  On his back resides a javelin pouch, a bag on a shoulder sling carrying four silver-tipped javelins.
  To finish the attire, he carries the company insignia on the left shoulder of his coat; A purple lily flower with a green serpent entangled in it, marking him as an employee of a certain trade.
  
  As his main armaments, Tom carries a broadsword with an unusually lengthened hilt as if the blade was originally meant to be much larger size. This sword is kept in a burcouilli sheath and the sheath itself sports a leather sling so the man loop it around the shoulder and let the sword ride by his hip.

• Pet

  Name:Cayden
  Specie:Winged cat
  
  A large, lean and mean cat growing up as a hunting partner of Tom. Cayden has sleek black fur covering his toned up physique and possess tiny bat wings incapable of a flight. He hisses at anyone who comes too close, except Tom himself.

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