Introduction: Name: Freidrik Von Riegen. Gender: Male Age: 39 Race: Human Class: Warrior/Soldier Armor: Silver armor w/ Blood Red cape Weapon of Choice: Glory's Hand (Longsword) Combat: Quick and Precise, dissects opponents style Attitude: Outgoing, Noble Past: Nothing but a wanderer his whole life, loved by none, known by none. He goes where the beer takes him. A warrior for hire, and a good one at that. Freidrik has never enjoyed the company of another, yet is still outgoing, and in some cases bubbly. He was born in a small town, which was raided by Bandits, all but him were killed. He lived his life, wandering around the forest, stopping at towns to sell his plunders and other things. Friedrik is a lost soul, who sleeps at the cheapest hotel, and lives in the nearby bar. (a lil rusty with this stuff, been awhile) Friedrik walks into the bar after Vulture, "Hello all" he shouts cheerily. Friedrik was met by blank faces and drunk smiles. He walks over to the bar, and grabs a pint. Throws a coin at the bartender and walks away. He looks over at Vulture, drinkin in the darkest corner. Friedrik walks over to him slowly but surely. "You need some cheering up old chap, let me tell you a joke." Friedrik starts singing, and swaying side to side, smiling at the still drinking Vulture. "Aww your no fun." Friedrik walks away to another table, and drinks his life away. (p.s Vulture! aye aye aye, I thought noone would ever use that name except me...lol)