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ZANDOR KREE
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Standing 6 foot 10 inches tall and weighing 275 pounds at the age of 18, Zandor has created a name for himself.
Being born the elder son of an elder warrior and an enchantress, he exhibits traits common to both classes, visible in his everyday mannerisms.
He has an affinity for helping his fellow man, and can very often be seen doing a good deed for another.
His silvery gray eyes are a sharp contrast to his shortly cropped beard and long reddish brown hair, flowing over his shoulders, and his armor.
His large frame carries most all of his weight in his heavily scarred arms, chest and back.
Despite his height and weight, Zandor moves with the agility and speed uncommon of a man his size, and at 18, is still growing.
He has learned many of lifes lessons the hard way......by doing.
By his looks alone, one might think him a barbarian, and a brute, but if you take the time to watch him, you can see , from his mannerisms that he has had more refinement than meets the eye.
Zandor respects Truth, Honor , Respect and Loyalty above all else.
You can tell by the way he carries himself, that he takes great pride in his achievements all. All, before his nineteenth season. And having finally arrived at his age of assention he looks to the future, for the answers that he seeks.
Zandor can oft be seen hiking in the wilds, holding no more than his shield, or a mug of ale, and when asked? He will tell you......
" I enjoy fighting with my hands , it is a test of ones prowess upon the field of battle."
But most times, will be seen carrying his, Weightless, Sword of the Warrior or his Ultimate Weapon of War,......He may be brave, but he is not foolhardy.
A simple book, bound of bromadic bos hide, and carefully hand tooled , can be seen strapped to Zandor`s pack.
Its cover, adorned with a simple brand , burned into it.
The Brotherhood of Honor
He can often be seen scribing his works of import into it.
He also wears a green string tied around his hand, a gift from a friend, long ago.He can often be seen toying with it, and thinking of days gone by.
Zandor has realized his natural ability to lead men, and has chosen to open a guild of his own, along with a few of his close and trusted friends
On the right sleeve of the red silkspun clothing , that he wears , always. can be seen the name of the guild and his position within it.
THE BROTHERHOOD OF HONOR
LEADER
Upon his cloak , placed strategically over his heart, is the emblem of his guild.
The emblem uses strands of red yellow and white cloth, carefully hand woven together, and placed into the cloak , magically perhaps by a very powerful enchanter, to form the great bird of fire, the pheonix . If you stare at it for a mere moment, the great bird almost seems to come to life.
Around the emblem is a ring of the purest platinum with words encircling it......
THE BROTHERHOOD OF HONOR
More and more, these days, Zandor , will be seen rushing from place to place, helping his fellow guildmates, of both past, and present, as well as any others that seek his aid. If you ask him, he is more than happy, to find a way to assist you, wether you seek his council, or his sword, he is usually quick to respond.
Finding happiness with the one that warmed his heart from its icy slumber,the one that showed him, it was all right to live life and be happy again.
Wey
Can be seen tattooed on his arm when he is not in battle.
A Wise Man , Once Said,""For to help your fellow man, your brother, is the truly honorable thing to do.""
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