Edrik Blackthorn
A hardened mercenary with a grim reputation, Edrik Blackthorn leads his band of sell-swords with a cold efficiency, valuing discipline, coin, and survival above all else.
Name: Edrik Blackthorn
Race: Human
Class/Role: Mercenary Captain
Age: 42
Appearance:
Edrik Blackthorn is a towering figure, his broad shoulders and weathered features bearing the marks of a lifetime spent in battle. His short dark brown hair is peppered with gray, and his deep-set, piercing green eyes miss nothing. A thin scar runs from his temple down his cheek, a permanent reminder of the countless battles he has survived.
He wears a reinforced black leather cuirass over chainmail, layered with a half-cloak bearing his mercenary company’s sigil—a black thorned rose wrapped around a sword. His well-worn steel longsword rests at his hip, its grip wrapped in aged leather, and a dagger is always within easy reach.
Backstory
Edrik Blackthorn was not born into nobility or privilege—he earned his place in the world with blood and steel. The bastard son of a disgraced knight and a tavern maid, Edrik learned early that strength and cunning were the only things that truly mattered. He was conscripted into a local militia at fifteen, but by twenty, he had abandoned the banner of any lord in favor of a more profitable path: mercenary work.
