Kesh went through alot of merciless killing and slaughtering in his life
as a mercenary in his hometown, far across the sea from Serin. He would
spend his blood earned gold on whores, beer and grilled meat. Life was
sufficient for him, till a new mercenary guild arrived in town with a plan
to elliminate the competition. The new guild hired out all the mercenaries
and sent them on missions across the lands. Task teams where assigned to
assassinate those mercenaries four to one. This was a good plan, with all
the mercenaries killed off they can easily take over. Unfortunately for
them they made a mistake of underestimating Kesh and his abilities. He
sensed the ambushed coming to him and killed off his attackers. As he held
the blade in the last assassins stomach, he twisted his blade till the plan
came out of his mouth. With knowledge of the plan in mind he rushed back to
headquarters in defence of this guild. Much blood was split and thou his
guild managed to survive the intruders, it was badly crippled. It would
take alot of gold and hard work to restore his guild back to former glory,
that he is not prepared to do. He took his gold and that of his dead
comrades, they don't need it anymore. He settled his debts with a blade to
the head, since you don't owe dead poeple money. He gave his kids from the
whores he knew was his, a boot in the bottom and a smack on the head and
sent them off. They have his blood in their veins, thats all they need to
survive this world. Once he settled all his affairs, he took the next ship
to Serin where he will offer his mercenary services. For the love of booze,
woman and grilled meat.
Description:
Dirty black, long hair awkwardly hangs over a full, wild face. Crazed
hazel eyes, set wickedly within their sockets, watch for potential victims.
Scars reaching from the bottom of the right cheekbone, running towards the
other eye and ending under his left eye leaves a satisfying memory of his
battles. He stands high among others, despite his hefty frame.
