NAME: Aedan Harrowhall
ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good
MARTIAL STATUS: Widowed
OCCUPATION: Landed Knight (Former), Knight-Errant
AFFILIATION: Order of the Silver Hand
PROFICIENCIES: Fencing, Jousting, Archery, Harmonica, Poetry, Cooking
CHEVALIER OF THE SILVER HAND
A grizzled veteran, and an aging one at that. He has certainly seen better days. Tall and intimidating, Aedan is exactly what you would expect from a man that spent so many years fighting. However, age has taken its toll; his old and brittle bones hurt at every step he makes and he has a bit of a gut. Wrinkled, but yet pleasant face. In truth not ugly, but rather disfigured by the somewhat large scar that sprouts over his right eye and brow. While slick and blonde during his younger years, these days he lets his grey hair run loose falling over his shoulders; and trimming his salt and pepper beard rarely, keeping it bushy.
Born and raised in a noble family, he was showered in wealth from a young age; frivolously spending on material and worldly things. Old habits die hard, and even as an aging man he is drawn to coin and the ornamental and appealing. He often polishes his armor, and embelishes it with medals and seals. A long and heavy crimson red cloak, with white fur rests upon his shoulders. A relic of an age long past, these days tattered and patched up beyond measure.
A cheerful and light-hearted individual; the years of hardship and trial have made a deep scar on him, but Aedan tries to keep up the lovable front. He has an almost permanent warm and hearty smile upon his face, with wrinkled and truthful blue eyes. Always singing when traveling, and playing an antique harmonica. He's very literate and well-spoken, speaking in a somewhat archaic manner. He yearns to be be remembered, and to have glorious epics and songs written about him.
Once a proud paladin in the Order of the Silver Hand; he has long left their service, yet a long blue, tattered and time worn tabard still rests over his rusty plate; a dear reminder of lost days. Trained from an early age by tutors and drill instructors, he is proficient in using a wide array of weaponry; from hammers and pikes, all the way to bows. However he is usually hauling his massive, unnamed zweihander.
The gargantuan zweihander has an undulating blade and is the size of Aedan himself. The blade, resembling flame, was crafted to mutilate flesh and induce bleeding while the pommel is used to break plate with brute force; a necklace hanging from the latter. Once a proud testament to his knighthood, it is now covered in ragged cloth with leather around the hilt. The core of the blade contains numerous laminates and is soft, while its edged with hard steel. The edge was incredibly sharp, it could be used to shave with. Due to its size, no scabbard can truly fit it properly so its usually carried in Aedan's hands or strapped to his horse.