Appearance: Very thin, almost gaunt looking young man with dusky neck length poorly cut blonde hair. Grey blue eyes and nearly always clean shaven. Usually seen wearing black matte leathers that don’t seem to shine. Wears a red sash around his waist, and tough adventuring boots on his feet.
Place of birth: Darokin City, Darokin Republic
Parents: Major General Sven Pierce and Lady Cassandra “Sandra” Pierce. A society family with connections to the olive trade in south western Darokin.
Careers and Professional Interests: Former Soldier. Military Alchemist specializing in powder and shot, having also expanded to include advanced farming alchemical techniques. Gunsmith and member of the Selenica region militia.
· Book: The Plays of Serapes Hake
· Color: Red
· Drink: Selenican Brandy
· Food: Roast venison
· Quote: “This place is called Glantri. There’s going to be a battle here tomorrow. You’ll fight in it… maybe even die in it. But you won’t see it. There’s a lot of smoke in a battle. Our cannon, their magic. Our shot, their fog. Our volleys, their spells. You don’t see a battle. You *hear* it. Black powder blasting by the ton. Black smoke blinding you and choking you and making you vomit. Then the Undead come out of the smoke – not in a line, but in a column charge. And they run towards our thin line, drums hammering like hell. They run fast, and it takes them a short time to reach you, and you can’t see them in smoke. But you can hear the drums. They run out of the smoke, and you fire a volley. And the front of the column falls, and the next group runs over them, with drums hammering, and the column smashes your line like a hammer breaking glass… and The Demon King has won another battle. But if you don’t run – if you stand until you can smell the rot, and fire volley after volley, twenty rounds a minute – then they slow down. They stop. And then they retreat. All you’ve got to do is stand, and fire twenty rounds a minute. Now, you and I know you can fire twenty rounds a minute. But can you stand?”
Fears: While not without fear at a primal level. Pierce has no specific phobias or fears about anything in particular. This is due to trauma in the Glantrian Emergency and exposure to fear inducing magical attacks daily, for a long period. In short he battles all consuming fear without a focus daily, manifesting in survivors guilt and mild post traumatic stress disorder (both of which go largely undiagnosed in this setting). Occasionally self medicates.
Frequent Phrases: “I’ll bring up the rear.”, “Don’t mess with the Darokian Elite!”
· Short Term: Capturing Balthazar, and recovering the artifact
· Long Term: Protecting the Darokin Republic from those who would wish it harm.
Heroes: Major Alfred Irvine, the deceased former Commander of his Infantry Company within his old regiment. Other than that Pierce believes that the perception of heroism is in itself stupid, and that glory cannot be earned on the battlefield alone. Real heroes in his mind don’t brag about what they do.
Hobbies: Alchemy, Gunsmithing. Having a good time. Hunting. Fine Wines, Experimenting with narcotic substances to help with his mental conditions.
Notable Allies and Associates: “Captain” Giuseppe Roma, Vitor Arkady, Amber, Alban, Ernst, Shadowvyn, Sir Walter Reid, Filippo Bertulucci
Notable Enemies and Antagonists: The Demon King, and his associates, Sven Pierce.
Reason for Adventuring: Initially to protect the families working around Selenica, has now grown to include recovering items stolen by a traitor.
Signature Possessions: Dragon’s Breath Rifle, Regimental Whistle, hip flask