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I can't seem to stop myself from making more character sheets. I promise to stop these as soon as the game actually starts, either that or I'll just do my friends' characters. But hey, at least this way I have a ton of premade characters that people can use whenever the game starts up. Yes, I have roleplay sheets for each of these characters. Feel free to ask! The idea behind Pytor was that he was a war vet who lost his way after a traumatic experience, and now searches for what honor truly means. Annaliese and crew may have the answer he's looking for!

Name: Pytor Lukevich
Sex: M
Race: Human (Khadoran)
Archetype: Mighty
Height: 72 in. (6' 0")
Weight: 194 lb.
Faith: Morrow
Careers: Iron Fang - Soldier
Defining Characteristics: Palish fair skin, light brown hair with muttonchops, and brown eyes

Weapons: Blasting pike, which is a polearm with explosive heads; and a heavy shield
Skills: Command, Survival, Detection, Driving, Medicine
Hobbies: None to speak of, unless you count finding a place where he belongs

Other: To grow up in the expansionist empire of Khador is to be trained all your life for war. There is no greater honor than to serve in the Khadoran military, and though Pytor's calling came late he would still come to know that glory. Or so many would come to believe. In truth, Pytor's time among the reputable Iron Fangs caused him more doubt than it brought him glory; especially considering Khador's willingness to trade with Ord which rested on what was once Khadoran soil; or how many of his friends and brothers died in battle against their national nemesis Cygnar after Khador broke yet another peace treaty. Perhaps it was just him getting old, but as time went on he began to ponder when he could go home rather than when Khador's next excursion will be. One night, he and his company of Iron Fangs were set to march into battle with Cygnar once more; a night where he met Warcaster Kommander Harkevich in person. Harkevich was known to many as Papa Wolf for how protective he was of his men, like a vicious beast protecting his pack. Pytor found that the two had a lot in common, and he even found himself inspired by his superior officer. On the evening the battle was set to begin, both Khadoran and Cygnaran forces were sidewinded by the undead legions of Cryx. They found themselves overwhelmed, but something in Pytor told him never to give up, nor give in. He fought on with everything he had, allowing what little of his brothers in arms remained from the initial onslaught to retreat. Though he survived to tell the tale the losses took their toll on him, and having to slay his own comrades after rising from the dead weighed heavily on his heart. He was a broken warrior by the time the ordeal was over. So he wandered, for if not for his nation what does he fight for?

Description
I can't seem to stop myself from making more character sheets. I promise to stop these as soon as the game actually starts, either that or I'll just do my friends' characters. But hey, at least this way I have a ton of premade characters that people can use whenever the game starts up. Yes, I have roleplay sheets for each of these characters. Feel free to ask! The idea behind Pytor was that he was a war vet who lost his way after a traumatic experience, and now searches for what honor truly means. Annaliese and crew may have the answer he's looking for!

Name: Pytor Lukevich
Sex: M
Race: Human (Khadoran)
Archetype: Mighty
Height: 72 in. (6' 0")
Weight: 194 lb.
Faith: Morrow
Careers: Iron Fang - Soldier
Defining Characteristics: Palish fair skin, light brown hair with muttonchops, and brown eyes

Weapons: Blasting pike, which is a polearm with explosive heads; and a heavy shield
Skills: Command, Survival, Detection, Driving, Medicine
Hobbies: None to speak of, unless you count finding a place where he belongs

Other: To grow up in the expansionist empire of Khador is to be trained all your life for war. There is no greater honor than to serve in the Khadoran military, and though Pytor's calling came late he would still come to know that glory. Or so many would come to believe. In truth, Pytor's time among the reputable Iron Fangs caused him more doubt than it brought him glory; especially considering Khador's willingness to trade with Ord which rested on what was once Khadoran soil; or how many of his friends and brothers died in battle against their national nemesis Cygnar after Khador broke yet another peace treaty. Perhaps it was just him getting old, but as time went on he began to ponder when he could go home rather than when Khador's next excursion will be. One night, he and his company of Iron Fangs were set to march into battle with Cygnar once more; a night where he met Warcaster Kommander Harkevich in person. Harkevich was known to many as Papa Wolf for how protective he was of his men, like a vicious beast protecting his pack. Pytor found that the two had a lot in common, and he even found himself inspired by his superior officer. On the evening the battle was set to begin, both Khadoran and Cygnaran forces were sidewinded by the undead legions of Cryx. They found themselves overwhelmed, but something in Pytor told him never to give up, nor give in. He fought on with everything he had, allowing what little of his brothers in arms remained from the initial onslaught to retreat. Though he survived to tell the tale the losses took their toll on him, and having to slay his own comrades after rising from the dead weighed heavily on his heart. He was a broken warrior by the time the ordeal was over. So he wandered, for if not for his nation what does he fight for?