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Holt Weaver

That's not a knife lad. This is a knife.

Social Rank: 8
Concept: Cheerful Sellsword
Fealty: Grayson
Family: Weaver
Gender: male
Marital Status: single
Age: 31
Birthday: 7/3
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Soldier
Height: tall
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: light grey
Skintone: tan

Description: Here is a summer thunderstorm in a man's shape. He's all size and muscle and overwhelming good humor. No fellow as tall, broad shouldered and barrel-chested as he is should be so light on his feet, but so it is with massed stormclouds driven by high winds, and so it shall be with Holt too. He has too much energy to channel and a lifetime of activity has made him quick on his feet, more so than any would expect of a man his size. This energy gives him a lively, exuberant demeanor; no emotion touches him that does not immediately register in his expression, and sincerity shines in his face like a beacon. He is impulsive, extravagant in his declarations, and probably, most will conclude, not very bright. They'd be wrong about that last part.

He has long coal-black hair and a tan that speaks of hours spent out of doors. His eyes are a pale, steely grey, but despite the starkness of their color, they have a youthful kind of friendliness to them that provides a pleasant contrast to the masculinity of his face. Those eyes sit below slightly bushy eyebrows, and above a set of high cheekbones, a straight nose and a wide but somewhat thin-lipped mouth. He has a strong chin and a well defined jawline that frames his face nicely, and always seems to sport at least a little bit of stubble. The sun has left crinkles at the corners of his eyes, though the responsibility for that could be chalked up to his frequent smiles.

Personality: An energetic storm of smiles and chatter, he is gregarious and cheerful, Holt is a man of few mysteries, enjoying the simpler pleasures in life; he fights, he loves and he drinks, in no particular order. He's got a canny sort of experience that rarely dampens the smile often found on his lips, but he is comfortable in company that is rougher than might usually inspire trust.

Background: Holt was born and raised in Sanctum, a poor kid to poorer folks he was as common as they come. A couple siblings and parents who existed to labor away for what they could scratch together for necessities. Growing up in some of the roughest parts, he learned quickly that ending a fight quickly was the shortest path to success, educated only as far as the Vellichoran scholars were able in the squalor of his neighborhood, most of his experience came from life.

There were a few ways to make it, start in on the more frowned upon pursuits of a young man in a bad area or try to make a life elsewhere. He spent several years trying his hand at the former, more comfortable with the physical nature of some of his tasks. A call too close to losing his pretty head was enough of a call to expand his horizons as any. So he took to the road, muscle for hire to caravans, traders and travelers, his path eventually taking him into Grayson lands.

He's spent more than a decade in the Crownlands, eventually making a name for himself as a sellsword and champion for hire. A short stint for a Grayson princess landed him his current fealty to the house, though his association with the great house has otherwise been loose. His return to Arx and the Champion's guild finds him seeking work once more on behalf of those slighted and looking to prove a point. A particularly sharp point.

Relationship Summary


Friend:
  • Nico - Fellow Sellsword
  • Name Summary
    Artur A steady seeming fellow I met at the Training Center. He and his partner were sparring with Marian and (unsurprisingly, honestly) came off the worse for wear. Flashy knife though, very impressive. Seems to have a love of dogs! He's working for Lady Iseulet at the Empyrean, so I expect I shall bump into him there.
    Domonico Fast and deadly with his daggers. Definitely one to watch out for in a battle. Would rather fight alongside than against.
    Fecundo Very dangerous with those duel blades of his. Showed me I need to move faster. Will have to try again.
    Harlex A gregarious knife-fighter. No question he's handy with that steel. We'll see how it fares on the battlefield.
    Iseulet Happy. Reminds me of Audric. Definitely cut from the same cloth at the very least and seems like a very good man to know.
    Melody What a way to meet another of the Blades -- This one was quick to impress with how he took on the Grandmaster of the Champions Guild. Definitely the kind of guy who gets stuff done -- Someone I'll hopefully get to work closely with.
    Nico Holt's a charming man and a solid fighter. He's comfortable to converse with and has a way of relaxing tense situations. The man helped me get used to life in the city and is helping me find employment to boot. In a place where I know no other individuals, he's a valuable friend to have around.
    Raymesin Hail-fellow-well-met, with an interesting side of power games. Not quite as thick as he'd like us all to believe.
    Reese He seems friendly and outgoing without being too friendly and outgoing. He has found that rare balance, the fine line that most never will. He also seems to be a trained warrior.
    Richard Master Holt is quite the warrior. I wouldn't expect less of those that have bent the knee to House Grayson.
    Theodoric Looking for the right sport with the right ideas to make some money.