[Bio] Richard Feildwright

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Name: Richard Feildwright
-Nickname: Juggernaut. Given to him by his fellow warriors while serving in the Second War.
Age: 45
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Faction: Blitz Mercenaries

Appearance: Richard is a giant of a man standing at 7'2" and a very muscular build. He prides himself on his multitude of battle and training scars. A few scars even run almost the entire length of this right arm. He is rather tan as he spends the majority of his time out doors. Being an ex-military man he keeps short brown crew-cut and clean shaven. He wears his plate greaves, legs and bracers all the time even when relaxing. Of course when in combat he has a full breastplate, plated shoulder pieces, heavy plate gauntlets and a full helm with an open mouth guard. All of these are of the finest make trimmed in gold and silver but made of a rare metal, titansteel. They usually appear battle-worn though as the process to refinish them is time consuming and Richard doesn't like long down time between battles. While he has mastered a variety of weapons he prefers dual axes at his sides and a heavy double-barreled shotgun strapped on his back. Last but not least he wears a large ring on his left hand that carries the insignia of the Blitz. Even when wearing his plate gauntlets he wears a ring specially made to fit his left gauntlet.

Personality: A headstrong man who likes to forge his own path in life. A very social and fun-loving person, not to mention a heavy drinker. Despite his age he still plays pranks and enjoys the inappropriate jokes. His main downfall, mostly to women, is that he is a bit of womanizer. Richard is always quick to anger when it comes to injustices. Strong picking on the weak, rich subjugating the poor. Other than that he always loves a good brawl.

Languages: He speaks Common and Dwarvish fluently and Orcish almost as well.

Class: A Gladiator. A Warrior. A Juggernaut. He focuses his rage, determination and skill to demolish his enemies often at the cost of his own safety.

Likes/Dislikes: Richard loves fighting, to put it mildly. He never feels as alive as he does when he is fighting for his life and his friend's lives. He feels that if you don't have something you'd die for than what are you living for? And Richard keeps that to heart and is proud of every scar he has because almost all of them he got while protecting others. Just don't ask him about the small one lengthwise on his left hand. Apart from that he likes working and drinking with his friends. Dwarven Ale is by far his favorite. The dwarves as he puts it "Got it damn right." It's not like those wines and grogs trying to add fruit to make the drink taste not like what it is. It's alcohol damn it and that's how it should taste. Although if a dwarven brew isn't available he'll still drink the fruity stuff. The one thing that really gets under his skin is the strong taking advantage over the weak.

Magi and technology are a tricky subject for Richard. He understands both of them to a point and knows they are an important part of the future. Their use in battle though is something he doesn't enjoy. Magi he can tolerate as not everyone is born to be a fighter but in most wars that doesn't matter as numbers are usually the deciding factor. So they can balance a field as easily as they can tip it. He always enjoys guns. Bows never gave him the same thrill as an axe but the gun's weight and strength to fire them surpass a bow in his mind. But on the other side of technology he feels that bombs go to far. They make it so anyone can wield large power at almost no training. They just take the skill out of battle in his opinion.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Determination is Richard's greatest strength besides his actual strength. Once he sets his mind to a task he doesn't give up. While on the other hand his weakness is his lies in his fighting style. He favors strength and speed more than tatics. This is usually not a problem against less skilled warriors but fighting stronger opponents have lead to weeks of recovering more than once. One may not think being able to fight skillfully when drunk is a strength but given Richard's love for the brew it is for him.

History:

Richard was born in Lordaeron to a wealthy merchant family, the Feildwrights. Richard, like his father before him, was groomed since he could talk and read to take over the family business. He took quickly to his families trades and particularly enjoyed the aspect of crushing other business men and taking over their work. Even in his early years he liked the fighting aspect of business. From forcing deals from a superior position to stealing clients. His father, a man who did his time in the service of Lordaeron, taught him never to use dirty tactics though. He always quoted his old Lieutenant, "If you win a battle but lose your honor, then no battle was won."




from playing pranks to just creating chaos in the streets with their games, but after awhile Ryan became able to talk them out of a punishment. And this continued for years as they both became men although never truely growing up. While Richard continued his parents business but he often used those resources for his own gains.

In the winter of Richard's 22nd birthday his mother passed away from old age while his father barely hung in there. Military



At the end of the Second War Richard and Ryan returned to their parents, who had relocated to Stormwind. H as his father always said "War is a merchants dream." However it seems that his father only hung onto life long enough to see his son return. After his father's death he took over the family business for a number of years and lived in

Soon an idea came into Richard's mind. A company based on the highering of merceniaries. He had encountered a few durring the war but they were always solo workers. Over the years they met new people and grew as their name spread through the Alliance.

After their group became to large to host in Stormwind and still be able to have the room nessacary to train they moved to Lakeshire and obtained some land in return for their group providing extra defense to the town. And around that time the Third War started in full swing. Not wanting to put his men into the very heat of the conflict yet he accepted serveral contracts from the Alliance and nobles to defend some of the smaller towns since their armies were deployed elsewhere. At the end of the War with the Scourge and the armies returning so did his men. With the relative peace going on he allowed his men a few months of leave. Then the shattering occured, but from Ryan's infromation they were prepared and suffered little damage, although he had reports of a few of his men dieing durring the upheval in the world. Right now he is going through serveral contracts to see how he can help the world best.