Zakhar
Luck can be assisted. It is not all chance with the wise.
Social Rank: 8
Concept: The warrior that lived
Fealty:
Crownsworn
Family:
Shav
Gender: Male
Marital Status: widowed
Age: 65
Birthday: 5/4
Religion: Shamanism
Vocation: Mercenary
Height: 6'4"
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Silver Blue
Skintone: sun kissed
Description: Zakhar might be old, though he doesn't act like it. Currently standing at six feet and four inches tall, with piercing silver blue eyes and white hair. His skin is sun touched from many years of being in battles, with a scar that sits on the bridge of his nose from above his right eye to below the left.
Personality: Zakhar is lucky, and knows it. The most noticable scar on him is the one that sits across the middle of his nose. The axe that put it there should have killed him, but it didn't. He acts twenty years younger than he is given the day. From the wrinkles and hardened lines of many years of being a solider, and out living most others in the same career, one might assume that he is hardened to the core of his being as well. They'd be wrong, though he doesn't make it easy for outsiders to see this.
He is chivalrous and still amused by what the world can teach him.
Background: He was always destined to be become a solider or a mercenary. He learned at a very young age of six that he had a knack for being lucky and started putting himself into situations where anyone else would be seriously injured and he would walk away from it with maybe a scratch.
When he was seventeen he earned the scar that sits on his face. A tavern fight broke out and he put himself inbetween his friends and the danger barreling towards their table in the form of a drunk weilding an axe, swinging wildly. He took the axe to his head to disarm the drunk, then headbutted the drunk with the axe still lodged in his face. The mercies said it was a miracle that he lived, though he knew better.
Zakhar became a mercenary shortly thereafter as the stories of how he saved the patrons of the tavern grew.
He's been with the Crimson Blades since its inception. He's seen more team mates die than retire. A veteran of the battle of The Ridge. He was in Bleak Tower on the front lines when the invasion force landed. If it's happened, he's seen it. His experience and leadership are part of what makes this the toughest group of mercenaries in Arvum.
Relationship Summary
Ally:
Friend:
| Name | Summary |
| Bhandn | It's not very often I see someone who I think is older than I am. Says he's a soldier, which makes him even more the rarity. |
| Caprice | A quick student, but perhaps too many cats. |
| Cecilia | Couldn't understand a single word he said but he looked like he was having a fun time. |
| Damiana | An older gentleman who was drawn to the Shrine of Limerance where they met. While at first glance his answers on love might sound a bit humorous, there's a sense of deep affection and devotion when one peels the onion's layers. No matter his age, a warrior with those traits is someone who can turn the tide against evil no matter the battleground. |
| Dio | A mercenary by reputation, but with skill enough in baking to win the favor of Lady Mabelle Laurent. He is truly dangerous. |
| Duarte | An incredible mystery. Impossible to understand a word. |
| Giada | Thank fuck for normal, direct people. |
| Haakon | Old Whitebeard drinks like a fucking fish. Stout lad. |
| Ian | Not sure if he speaks Arvani. |
| Ivy | His armor meows. No, seriously. His armor. MEOWS. |
| Liara | A thoughtful sort, with things of interest to say if one takes the time to listen - age alone might indicate a wealth of experience. |
| Lustry | An very intriguing Crimson Blade |
| Mabelle | A well seasoned man with some language barrier. He seems kind though and like he's been through a lot. |
| Medeia | An interesting seeming fellow, though I can't exactly understand him. |
| Narcissa | There are not many men in his profession that live to his age, there are even less of the same that maintain the sense of humor he has. |
| Saverio | Zikar is an intriguing fellow who I can't quite follow what he says. Zackhur's distinctive way of speaking stands out, and his name is rather difficult, but I imagine as I spend more time with him, it'll be easier and easier to remember it's Zicker. |
| Savio | Can't understand half of what he's saying, but he seems like a solid man to have in your corner, with a long life full of interesting experiences and travels. |
| Sudara | Huge, imposing, nearly (but not quite) incomprehensible, and apparently rather sweetly amiable. |
| Thea | An elder soldier from the north. Whom I barely understood, but he held a respect which I too can respect. |