HISTORY

As a youth of fourteen, the future was very bright indeed for young Gaigin, son of a minor Nobleman and an Aspiring Templar in the great city of Tyr. Gaigin excelled in training, he was already strong and tough, despite his youth. His father had trained him mercilessly from the time he could walk to become a Templar. As a Templar trainee, Gaigin was taught the rudiments combat and tactics, as well as the doctrine and laws of the Sorcerer King whom he would serve. Gaigin was pleased with his life, his superiors already marking him as a man to watch in the future. He would have been a power in the city, if it weren't for the rebellion. Gaigin will never speak of those days, of the events that took place in the Arena as he sat in the Templar's section, enjoying the games.

When the chaos struck, and the city rebelled, Gaigin fled the city. Though he could possibly have survived in the city, he felt it was no longer safe for him. He had been raised a nobleman, if a minor one, and the prospect of living in a city without Templars, or a King, frightened him. A city ruled by Slaves was no place for him. He fled, along with several other Templars of differing ages. They had stolen some kanks and some food, deciding to make the trek to one of the other City States, to find work as Templars for a different King.

They were gone maybe three days when they were captured by Slavers. The Templars, without their magic, were no match for the brutal raiders. Gaigin spent the next year in a cage in the Slave Market in Raam. He lived in squalor, forced to fight the other slaves for his food. He became brutal, barely more then an animal. He had reached the point where the slavers were going to give him up as fodder for the Arena when a Caravan Master came looking for new slaves. He looked the strong young Gaigin over, and decided he could be trained as a Guard well enough. The Slaver sold him, for a pathetically low price, and Gaigin began his new life.

He spent the next eight years as a guard in a regular Caravan that brought wood to the Outer city states. He learned his lessons well, becoming strong and proficient with weapons. His masters were surprised to learn the Young Gaigin could read fluently, and could speak both Elven and Dwarven along with common. They taught him tactics, how to fight with his mind. He soon became a very proficient Caravan guard, and a content one. He liked his job, and his employers liked him He picked up some rudimentary knowledge of the wastelands and survival as he traveled from city to city. He could find water almost anywhere, and he knew the tricks that regular Desert Travelers used to keep off the harsh sun.

After the eight years was over, Gaigin was released, his masters deciding he had earned his freedom (probably a hundred times over, considering his purchase price.)

That's where Gaigin stands now. A dislocated Caravan Guard and ex-Templar Trainee who is looking to reclaim some of his lost position. Armed and armored with the equipment he had used for years, and bearing the recent gift of a carved wooden mask given to him by his old Master.

He is currently in Tyr, the City of his birth, and the place he happened to be released from service. He ain't happy about it, but figures he may as well start here.

APPEARANCE

Gaigin is a thick, powerfully built man with the dark-tanned skin of a desert traveler. His face is square-jawed and stern looking. He stands just over six feet in height, with a commanding and self-important air about him. His head is bare save for a single ridge of black hair down the center. A fat copper earring pierces his left lobe, but otherwise he wears no jewelry. He wears a new-looking loose gray robe, belted at the waist by a thick strap of leather. A smooth hardwood club hangs from a strap on the belt, as does a large, empty looking pouch. Around his shoulders hangs a rust-red cloak, covered in dust and grime. Half-concealed by this cloak is a leather travel bag, bulging with equipment. Tied to this bag is something wrapped in thick canvas and tied securely, as well as a large looking Water-Skin. Clutched in Gaigin's hand is a Long Pole, almost 10 feet in length. A hemp cover is wrapped about the top of the pole, tied securely with string. By the way he carries the pole, it is unclear whether the cover conceals a weapon or some sort of tool

PERSONALITY

Gaigin appears grim and surly, his presence commanding and self important. These are attitudes he was taught as a Caravan Guard, where a surly look and a sharp command could work wonders. Underneath, he's surprisingly intelligent and quick thinking. He always thinks before he acts, having learned to always see things from a tactical point of view. To rush in and fight was the way of a Gladiator, a true Fighter can not afford to be so rash. He tends to be rather neutral and cautious in his interactions with people, he is slow to trust, and quick to suspect. This is a holdover from his days as a Templar Trainee. He bears a great hatred for Slavers and raiders, but strangely enough has no real problems with slavery. He earned his freedom fairly, and so could any other slave. Those who did not have the opportunity were just plain unlucky.

Gaigin has no idea what he's looking for now. He knows that he wants fame and fortune and treasure, he had heard storied from other Caravan Guards of Cities lost in the desert. He doesn't know how to go about finding such places. He's skilled, and bright, and capable, but he's never known real freedom. He went from being a strictly controlled and indoctrinated Templar in training, to being a strictly controlled slave Caravan Guard. He doesn't quite know what to do with his newfound freedom, but he's content in the knowledge that something will come along.