Martyn

Name: Martyn
Age: 22
Character Class: Soldier
Character Specific Skill: Blossom
Affinity: Earth
Personal Fault: Respect for the Faith - When fighting Priest/Sisters and promotions, -2 Str.
Personal Skill: The People Rise! - When within three spaces of an allied unit, +2 Spd.
Personal Skill: Revolutionary Fervor: When at or above 50% hp, +2 defense.

Preferred stats: Skill, Speed

Weapon profs: Piercing (C), Lances (D)

Level: 1
Total Level: 6

Progression Spent: 335%/335%

HP 20 (70%)
STR 4+1 (60%)
MAG 0 (5%)
SKL 3 (60%)
CON 5+1
AID 4+1
LUK 1  (20%)
DEF 5  (60%)
RES 0  (40%)
SPD 2+2  (60%)
MOV 4

Trainee lvl2: Hp, Str, Skl, Luk, Def, Spd
Trainee lvl3: STR DEF
Trainee lvl4: HP SKL DEF RES SPD
Trainee lvl5: HP SKL DEF SPD
Promotion to Soldier: HP +2 STR +1 SKI +2 CON +3 AID +3 DEF +1 SPD +2
First Class lvl2: HP LUK DEF SPD

Current Stats:

HP:	26
STR:	8
MAG:	0
SKL:	8
CON:	9
AID:	8
LUK:	3
DEF:	11
RES:	1
SPD:	10
MOV:	5

Inventory:		Type	()	Rng	Wt	MT	Hit	Cri	QL
Slim Lance		Pier	E	1	4	5	85	10	20/30
Iron Javelin		Sper	E	1-2	8	6	75	0	45/45
Iron Blade		Crsh	E	1	8	9	70	0	45/45
Vulnerary (3/3)

Battle Stats:
Slim Lance
Rng:	1
At:	13
Hit:	102
As:	10
Eva:	23
Crit:	14
Dodge:	3

Battle Stats:
Iron Javelin
Rng:	1
At:	14
Hit:	92
As:	10
Eva:	23
Crit:	4
Dodge:	3

Bio: Martyn was, for most of his life, very little more than a simple Itolan commoner. His mother's family had a number of respected members within the guild of stonemasons, and his uncle was known to regularly lead expeditions into the ruins out in the deserts, but that was his closest thing to a claim to fame.  His siblings were no more interesting--both clever, but more inclined to drink and jape (in his older brother's case) or follow the profession their mother's family espoused (in his sister's case) than to seriously strike out on their own and try to change the world.

True, Martyn did have some unusual habits.  He enjoyed reading when few others in his village did.  He listened to his uncle's silly ramblings on the philosophies and ideas of the ancients more than he did the tales of artifacts.  He occasionally snuck into the library of the local lord's castle to read late at night, and on more than one occasion received a severe beating after they caught him at it.

In his twentieth year, though, as it seemed he was settling down into a life on his family's small farm, things changed.  Harvests had been poor for the past two years.  People would have been hungry at the best of times, but their lord's recent skirmishes with a rival in which Martyn and his brother Seren fought--the former as a levy, the latter as a member of the lord's household guard--had depleted their reserves to the breaking point.  Worse, the lord was unsympathetic to their pleas for assistance and food, leaving them near-starving while he plotted his next attempt to defeat his rivals.

Martyn would have none of it, despite the pleas of his family.  Marching to the castle, he demanded an audience with the lord, who only refused him and ordered him beaten for his insolence.  The next day, he broke into the lord's private grain vault, and was caught by the guards handing out supplies in the town square in full defiance of his rightful feudal master.

Naturally, they threw him in prison with the promise of execution hanging over his head, and threw his brother in after him when Seren tried to defend his actions to the point of breaking the nose of the captain of the household guard.

The incident lead to the lord cracking down on the commoners of his domain, ruthlessly suppressing any sign of resistance against his rule or decisions.  Martyn heard of this from a sympathetic guard--a friend of Seren's--and grew restless himself, knowing that it was his own fault even if he still believed he did the right thing.

There was only one thing for it, at that point.  With the guard's help, the two men escaped the castle dungeons and fled into the countryside, gathering the peasants of the outlying villages into a small army until they found themselves a part of a full blown revolution.  The peasant forces clashed with the noble loyalists for a month before they finally managed to storm the castle, kill the lord and send his family into exile.  They celebrated, for a time, giving the food out to the hungry and establishing a temporary government swearing loyalty not to the king, but to the people themselves.

Sadly, it was not to last.  When the other nobles heard what had transpired, they grew fearful that the revolutionary fire would spread to their own lands, turn their servants against them.  They sought to quash it as quickly as possible, leading a trained army against the victorious peasant rebels and driving them from the castle, returning the former lord's family to their ancestral seat.  Any rebels or sympathizers they caught, they executed without trial or concern beyond that the thought of revolution be stamped out completely.

Martyn and Seren were fortunate to escape--particularly the former, for his role in organizing the inital revolt--and have been on the run ever since, breaking off all contact with their family and even each other in order to cover their trail, in the hopes of surviving and one day returning to their home.  In Martyn's case, to return home and free his friends and kinsmen from the tyranny of the nobility forever.