Give me your own unique take on a backstory for this artwork of a mercenary, judging by his appearance and how he feels to you.

THIS IS MEANT TO BE A LITTLE GAME

>swords in a scabbard on his back
There's no way he can draw these. His arms would need to be like 40 inches longer.
Thus I must conclude that he is a cosplaying faggot instead of an actual mercenary, and he will be killed in the first session and replaced by the actual mercenary in a shocking reveal.

>>96053040
The middest of wits

A gigolo that poses as a mercenary but his modus operandi is to seduce and then rob noblewomen.

>>96053018 (OP)
What game?

>>96053018 (OP)
KYS Puckee (Just in case, if you're not Puckee, sorry. If you're Puckee, KYS.)

>>96053100
So Daario Naharis?

>>96053114
Your choice

they call him............................... cleavage cleveland

>>96053152
whats his backstory?

>>96053135
Aaaah, no answer because no game.

>>96053305
Born to a family of margarine makers.

>>96053018 (OP)
Paper: Morning Shade
Headline: Croix Juxta-Maeir

Croix Eltwyn, our beloved fashion icon has teamed up with Euclaire once again for this years autumn collections debut. The designers truly outdone themselves this year with the inspired choice of using the scenic shores of lake Maeir for the presentational photoshoot.

"Lake Maeir long was a symbol for the spirit of exploration - the frontier of our beutiful city" - Croix stated - "So for this year, we wanted something special, to bring a part of that frontiersman spark to the lucky lads and lasses who always believed in Euclaire to provide not only quality, but spirit via its clothing".

As this author can atest from what they saw at the office, the pictures are already causing a fire with many a young lass and laddie blushing as their eyes darted all over Croix's impossing and heroic displays of the new collection. Word to the wise - the blue-yellow set will surely look wonderful for this years Grand Gala!

Readers will be happy to note that the first release to the VIP clientcard holders will be available on the first day of Month of Floods, with full release planned within two weeks afterwards - if anything will be left, that is!

>>96053372
kek

>>96053018 (OP)
>i like money.
Good?

>>96053372

>>96053018 (OP)
Paid actor who accidentally stabbed a relative of the prince in a botched dramatic scene, mistaken for a secret rebel, currently trying to fake his way through every confrontation that he's the "Dread Anarchist Roberto" in hopes this will scare away all the people that are after his bounty.

It has not succeeded, and his continued survival has only ensured more people are going after his bounty.

>>96053018 (OP)
Lars Diego
Level 10 homosexual
Skills
-faggotry +7
-gay awareness +5
-butt piracy +5
-animal handling +10 (you know why)
-fashion sense +5
-performance +7
Feats
-Gaydar
Allows Lars Diego to sense the level of gayness of another man via small interactions such as conversation or close contact.
-power bottom
Lars gains advantage when grappled by other men.
-sword swallower
Lars no longer has a gag reflex.
-buck breaker
Lars gains advantage in grapple checks against black men.

>>96054913
Lars was born to a merchant father and an actress mother. Due to his father traveling to trade his wares Lars spent the majority of his time in the care of his mother. He spent his youth in theater houses with thespian men who taught him the skills of homosexualilty at a young age.

>>96054457
I'm stealing that for my home game

>>96053305
tragic...............................................

>>96053018 (OP)
A fallen noble just striking out as a mercenary. Hasn't realized it's imposssible to draw a longsword from a back scabbard yet but does carry a dagger. Thankfully, he prefers bows and spears so it probably won't get him killed right away. Is lefthanded and open about it but military life always forces you to fight righthanded so you don't mess with the formation. Like many men, he thinks he's the Gods' Gift to Women but in actuality he's being bilked for all his worth by the Barmaid and had to pawn his breastplate and helmet.

>>96053018 (OP)
He's on a quest to leave no dick unsucked in the seven seas. Every sailor will know the extraordinary tales of the one they ought to call Opulent Prick-swallower (OP for short)

>>96054913
9/10, if it had been animal handling (small) +10 it would have been full 10/10

Jimmy the Corsair loved belts. And leather boots. And corsets. And, of course, codpieces.

From a young age, young Jimmy set off across the lands in search of said items, vanquishing the Kraken of the Dulonoor Sea in order to craft the strong but durable leather. Stealing the four Silver Idols of K'bzz'Kk from the insectoid tribes around the Chitin gulf.

On and on he waged, for years on end, until one day, at last, he was ready.

He comissioned Jerrel Osha, the best portrait painter from the Royal House of Tith, on the continent of Tillului, to paint a full-body painting he could hang in his Captain's Cabin.

Where Jimmy is now, none can say, for he vanished on the night the painting was completed, and it now hangs above the entryway to the Shipmakers Club in the capital city of Tillului, You Just Lost The Game.

>>96053018 (OP)
Samuel Rodriguez had finally been given his big break. A male model doing a colon advertisement on the beach. Suspiciously similar to a rather popular fantasy franchise the colon company couldn't afford to license, but presented in a subdued enough manner that brought with it an original twist so as not to leave the realm of homage and cross over into gross plagiarism. He felt proud and knew it was all out ahead of himself. However, fate brought with it a wrinkle in space and time. The filming crew vanished. The parked cars and signs of modernity faded away. A cold mist blew in from the ocean. Something not unlike a manta ray crawled out up onto the beach with the arms and legs of a man. It stood up to greet him spear in hand. Samuel stepped back, terrified. The manta ray man pointed his spear at him, "You bear the scent of the chosen one, please help save my people!" his voice rolled out like the distant roar of a child's inner ear when listened to from a seashell and confused for the sea. Samuel knew what he had to do. Nobody but him could save the fish men. Nobody but a colon male model could embody the divine scent of salvation the mantamen needed to defeat the sea witch.

>>96053018 (OP)
Samuel Rodriguez had finally been given his big break. A male model doing a cologne advertisement on the beach. Suspiciously similar to a rather popular fantasy franchise the cologne company couldn't afford to license, but presented in a subdued enough manner that brought with it an original twist so as not to leave the realm of homage and cross over into gross plagiarism. He felt proud and knew it was all out ahead of himself. However, fate brought with it a wrinkle in space and time. The filming crew vanished. The parked cars and signs of modernity faded away. A cold mist blew in from the ocean. Something not unlike a manta ray crawled out up onto the beach with the arms and legs of a man. It stood up to greet him spear in hand. Samuel stepped back, terrified. The manta ray man pointed his spear at him, "You bear the scent of the chosen one, please help save my people!" his voice rolled out like the distant roar of a child's inner ear when listened to from a seashell and confused for the sea. Samuel knew what he had to do. Nobody but him could save the fish men. Nobody but a cologne male model could embody the divine scent of salvation the mantamen needed to defeat the sea witch.