For the record; he isn't alwayed played at the front, or at work. He could well be back home, unarmed and all that in case you think that's an obstacle. It's just two sides of the same coin. Looking to be permavored.
Before you stands a very tall man, six foot and four inches. He is currently a Sargent in the first infantry division of Heitland. It was only recently that upon his second tour of duty he attained the rank of Sargent Major, due to his devotion to his service and his professionalism.
He carries when in action;
Standard Issue Revolver
Standard Issue Bolt-Action Rifle
Standard Issue Bayonet/Field Knife
Two fragmentation grenades
Three (Plain/White) Smoke Grenades
Seven stripper clips of five rounds each
Four Speed-loaders
A Canteen
Infantry First Aid Kit
Gas Mask
Binoculars
His forte is that of recon; his job more often then not is that to stay and fight but rather scouting. No less though is he an invaluable element to victory, as intelligence is vital to all victory in any conflict. He is a proven, competent leader but not without his flaws.
Magic:
His Chevrons were enchanted by KittyTheGreat so not only is he learning about magic now, but as long as those chevrons aren't destroyed or removed from the uniform, he can reform in his uniform.
Himself:
He has had a rather difficult upbringing, the lack of having a mother growing up as his had perished during his birth. His father was a hunter, and during his adolescence had taken him hunting quite often; it was there he gained the noteworthy proficiency with rifles that he now possesses. It was also there he learned the workings of a blade in skinning as well as gutting quarries he has claimed.
It was upon his becoming of the age of consent that he, upon the worsening of his father's health he enlisted with the army. It was also then that the first Silivian war came; it was there he also became Corporal for the first and only time. It was also returning from the war, that he had discovered his father had passed away after a life long struggle with lung cancer.
He as one might imagine, he could not stay with the memory of his father hanging there as long as he stayed. He bid his farewells to this comrades from the village, and his old friends. He left for the capital, where the beginning of urban life had started.