Name: Kosif Age: 39 Residence: The Dragon's Lair Cot and Ale
Non-Craft Rank: Halbren's Assistant
Brief Description of Persona:
He stands 6' 10" and weighs around 300#, massive, broad shouldered, and barrel chested, impressive to a few but downright frightening to most. He seldom had to actually ply his trade when he was a mercenary, since most opponents seemed to remember, rather quickly, that they had pressing business elsewhere. His hair is a wavy, dark blond, worn short. Hazel eyes peer from above a perpetual grin, a rather prominent nose between. But then everything about Kosif is large. He isn't ugly, in fact, he could almost be termed ruggedly handsome. He isn't prone to much talk, but when he does people are amazed to hear a clear baritone rather than the thunderous bass his size would indicate.
Those who come to know Kosif find other aspects which seem at odds with his size. He is gentle with children and animals, respectful to women, and highly intelligent in his own right. But he lacks insight, initiative, and creative ability. He is no leader and long ago admitted to himself he's a born follower. Slow to anger and not one to hold a grudge, he could be considered a gentle giant. He doesn't hesitate to do whatever work is required, but prefers to relax with a cold drink in his hand and lovely ladies in his eyesight. He is dedicated to Halbren, having found in the little man everything he himself lacks.
Brief History of Persona:
Kosif was very successful and quite contented as a mercenary, but always in the back of his mind there nagged the realization that one day his youth would fade and he needed to prepare for his future. The problem was, he didn't know how. When Halbren joined the mercenary band, Kosif was immediately impressed with the youth's fighting spirit and ability to learn weapons and tactics. But he was more impressed with the small man's mind. Here was someone who knew what he wanted, had a plan to get it, and was constantly thinking ahead. When Halbren announced he was leaving for Southern to purchase an inn, Kosif approached him requesting to come along, pointing out with a grin that he might prove useful with disruptive customers ("Men I thump on the head might return to spend marks in better behavior, but those you cut probably won't return even if they're able"). Now Kosif's life is content, his future secure. All he has to do is help out here and there around the Lair, ensure Halbren's wishes are followed, and, once in a while, thump a head. Most of the time he spends relaxing, slowly enjoying a cold wine or ale, and relishing the beauty of the women on the staff. Halbren takes care of everything, and Kosif's small chest of marks in his room steadily becomes fuller.
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