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[Weasel Overlord]

Name: Aethar Rendhrian Kallessan
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice Warder
Appearance: Aethar has a very obvious nose – it slopes down his face and gives him an almost noble cast to his features, if you're being kind. If not, you might say that it somewhat resembles the horses for which his people are famous for, but you would be wise not to say that within his hearing. His hair is long and black, it reaches to somewhere down the middle of his back, and it's perfectly straight, not that you'd know, because he keeps it tied back neatly in a long tail tied with leather. He shuns the typical moustache of other Saldaean soldiers, but he is rather haphazard with his shaving, so more often than not he will have stubble everywhere.
His eyes are grey, almond-shaped and they tilt upwards at the corners. They are crinkled almost permanently as Aethar is easy with his smile, which reaches all the way to his eyes.
He's about 6' tall, give or take two inches, and he wears sturdy brown boots that come halfway up his calves. His trousers are linen and grey, as is his tunic, and they're trimmed with the pale green of his coat of arms. Over the top, he wears light plate armour of tempered steel (if this is alright, Asi) tinted green and polished til it shines. Basically, this is full plate mail (greaves over his boots, ring-mail, cuirass, cuisses, vambraces and helmet). When wearing it, he is as dexterous as when he's not, and he can vault into the saddle with surprising grace and ease. He takes extremely good care of his armour, and is careful to get even the smallest dent hammered out quickly.
Over the top of his armour he wears a green-grey cloak in hardy material. It is buckled to each shoulder with a pair of sturdy black emblems depicting his family's rearing horse, each with a single tiny emerald for an eye.
He carries a kite shield emblazoned with his coat of arms; a rearing horse in green on a charcoal grey field, and he is expertly trained with the serpentine swords of the Saldaean cavalry, as well as the shortbow, with which he can take out a target at thirty metres while mounted. The bow isn't his preferred weapon, though – he favours the sword over all, including the small knife that he carries sheathed on his right, above the sheath of his serpent sword.
Aethar is left-handed; he wears his shield on the right arm and wields his sword with the left.
Personality: Aethar is quick to smile, quick to laugh and even quicker to temper. He is a man of deep passions, and you are as likely to hear his booming, infectious laugh as you are his even louder shout. He is outspoken to a fault, constantly dancing on the edge of propriety and politeness, but he is never rude and he will never insult a lady.
He is at home in barracks and has the handy ability to endear himself to most men. He can also hold his drink like a champion, and has won many a bet as a result. Aethar will not brook what he calls 'political nonsense' and stoutly does not get involved in those affairs.
He loves horses fiercely, and is never more at home than when he is in the saddle. When Aethar talks to his horses, his voice drops to a soothing, melodious coo as he adopts the special language of the Saldeaen horselords. He can gentle many a wild steed with this voice, and where it is less than effective, he employs his hands and his dexterous fingers in combination to great effect.
Unlike many men his age, Aethar is not prone to visiting brothels. In fact, he has not known a woman for some nine years now, and it has been said that he has forgotten how. Aethar will not divulge the reason for his celibacy, nor will he say whether it is self-enforced or due to some other ailment. If he is pressed on the subject, he will first try to turn the topic to lighter things, and if this does not work, his temper will flare and whoever thought it wise to test him will quickly realise that this was a bad idea.
History: Aethar was brought up in the typical fashion of Saldaea – as close to horses as to his family. He was near born in the saddle, and he's been riding since he was old enough to hold himself upright. Aethar always had a fascination with weaponry, and it took a fine procession of warriors to turn his mind to what he saw himself doing. He was seven when, filled with the glories of war and a fine bloodlust that he decided to become a Warder. He trained without much to note, determinedly improving his skills with the serpentine sword until he felt his skills were good enough for the White Tower. However, he holds himself to quite a high standard, and as such it was a very long time before he felt he was good enough to pass the feared test to become Apprentice. The reality of this test, however, was rather laughable. Aethar was twenty-seven when he approached the Tower, and he bested the Warder he was set against with ease. He has been at the Tower for five years, but as of yet he will not Bond with anyone for, once again, he does not hold himself to be good enough.
More recently, he had to take Dhriedh (his horse) to be reshod, which is the reason he has been away from the Tower for two days. His return will be his entrance into the RPG.
Relationships: His relationship with his horse, Dhriedh, is the most important one to Aethar. Dhriedh is similar in appearance to the Arabian horse that we know – he is a spirited chestnut stallion with silver-grey mane and tail. He has the intelligence of a good warhorse and the strength of a heavy breed that makes his hooves deadly in battle. When Aethar rides Dhriedh into battle he is fully-clad in his plate-mail and so a saddle is essential, but any other time he rides bareback.
Other: His serpent sword is of waved steel. It technically counts as a longsword for the length, and is edged on both sides. The hilt is something between the basket of a rapier and a crosshilt, with a handguard of woven metal and a half-crosshilt on the right side. The right edge of the blade is green-tinted, like Aethar's plate, and light hits the metal strangely, which is probably intentional.
He will always keep his steel sheathed unless he means to shed blood, as is the Saldaean way, and he has a terrible habit of rasping at his stubble with his thumbnail.
A note on pronunciation: the 'dh' is sounded as a softer 'th', as in 'thin', but with less emphasis. As the 'dh' is sounded in Sindarin Elvish.


EDIT: I forgot! Anyone who wants to you know, relationship it up with Aethar, please to be being my guest. Only no romance, plx. <3