Name: Scheer
Age: 19
Species: Thylacine
Fur Coloring & Any Special Markings: Tan fur with a few black stripes over lower back, tail and legs.
Clothing [if any]: A Burgonet helm, with visor. Landsknecht 'Munition armor' consisting of a breastplate pauldrons and a fauld. He wears a bright red shirt, and yellow and black checkered pants, with knee high brown leather boots. The classic gear of a Doppelsöldner Shock trooper.
Eye Coloring: Blue
Weapons: Zweihänder sword, and Katzbalger short sword (if you dont know what they are, google search them.)
Setting: Main road leading to Ancyra
Other: Scheer is a Ex Doppelsöldner, the band of Landsknecht mercenaries he was a part of have recently disbanded.
A few months ago, Scheer was a front line solider in a group of roudy Landsknecht mercenaries, but because of political reasons Scheer and many other Doppelsöldners and Landsknechts left the group. A new leader of the group had been elected, and he wanted to wage war on innocents, he wanted to raid and attach the local villages. So Scheer and many others left, and never looked back, now hundreds of miles away, he is looking for a new place to work, and live.
He yawns, Scheer is alittle tired he has been walking most of the day. He stops infront of a sign post it reads 'Ancyra' and an arrow points down the road. Scheer holds his blunt ended Zweihänder like a cane, its tip in the dust, his paw on the pommel. He pauses for a second, befor adjusting his helm.
"Ancyra.. Never heard of it"
Scheer shrugs, and putting his Zweihänder over his shoulder starts to walk towards Ancyra, Hopeing he can find work there. He kicks at the dust, and curses the road, muttering on how bad his feetpaws hurt, and how dry his throat was.