I'm posting this here like you requested in your PM, with the changes we discussed, though considering things, I am still willing to change it.
Name: Bilal Ibn Wilhelm Al-Alenal, though usually goes by the more Alenal: Birn Wilhelmson
Age: 32
Occupation: Border Guard
Personality:
Bilal is in all intensive purposes a very sincere and calm person. He often speaks easy with others and seems to have a friendly air and such around him, willing to learn about others and even willing to help once in a while. However, despite that, he also remains a rather closed book. He tends to leave his past unsharable and tends not to mention his true name unless the situation calls for it. Though often he feels bad for not opening up as much as he could, he tries his hardest to keep things civil between those he's responsible for. He possesses a great sense of duty, though it may revolve more along the lines of carving out his own personal identity.
Backstory:
Bilal's origins are humble, but sadly violent. His father was a mercenary named Wilhelm, whose was minor lord in the Kingdom of Alenal. Wilhelm found little fortune in his home land and instead forsake it, moving across Engrt before finally settling on his "Sweet spot", an area on the border of Jekib. Here he set up camp, and headed up a sort of freelance blade for hire company. However when work finally went dry once again, he decided to supplement his income and perhaps for entertainment as well, by raiding and pillaging border towns. On one such raid, he attacked a small village in Jekib. Not thinking that he needed much of an army to raid it, he took a small force with minimal armaments. The first house they raided was a small goatherd's shack. She was asleep and feel especially raptuous, caught her unaware and had his way with her. However... she was far from weak. She was shocked at first, not understanding what was happening and thinking it was a demon of sorts, but when she got a better look, the shock went away and she dispatched him, beating him down with her fists before ending it with a killer blow from her crook. What the merry band of would be raiders didn't realize was that this village was hardened by the years of border living and sporadic Engary raids and had taken it upon themselves to train in a raw but effective way to combat threats, training everyone to fight and sheer willpower to survive. Needless to say, none of the mercenary band survived, their corpses looted and what was left, given a quick sendoff off a nearby cliff.
Still, the Mercenary had taken just enough time, and the shepherd was with child. She raised him, but far from coddled him. He was taught to work and fight as hard as everyone else in the town, and the surname she gave him: Ibn-Wilhelm Al-Alenal just added to the stigma he got in the town. He grew up strong, but felt like he didn't belong and left at quite a young age. Stealing the signet ring that his mother had looted from his father's corpse as well as various writs of lineage that Wilhelm had forsaken but still kept, he headed on the long journey to Alenal. Adopting a less foreign name to them, Birn Wilhelmson, he was able to haphazardly gain his father's property.
It turned out less than reputable. Though a beautiful area, most of the land had been confiscated or just downright annexed, including the main house. Taking what he had left, a small bit of land in the shadow of a mountain, he built a small house. Though he managed to learn enough of the land to grow and raise enough food to sustain himself, he felt that he didn't exactly feel right in this land either. So, he decided to actively be part of the Kingdom. He still technically retained his father's small country title, and so requested to joined the forces of the kingdom. Low prestige meant a low position, and so he became a border guard. Still, he swore that he would do his best in it and went to it like a man possessed.
The position was certainly a difficult one. Though not actively at war with the fearsome chiefs of the Engrt, various Engary tribes would sporadically decide to attack Alenal troops and caravans. These attacks were trying on a young soldier, as sometimes an attack would be as far 6 months apart and often the tribes would call a sort of ceasefire and actively look for trades and other such parlay with the border guards. It required a guard to be constantly vigilant and sensitive to the various changes. Through this rugged lifestyle would break many, Bilal was able to adapt to the pressure, often riding out and scouting a tribe, listening to rumors as best he could to see if the next time they would be visited by an Engary warrior or Trader, soon learning to take advantage of the waxing and waning ceasefires to gain supplies and information. He had finally found a niche in being a border guard, and though gaining little prestige in the King's Court, gained respect of many of the Alenal and Engary border people. Finally he was content with his life, and decided to continually strive to keep the borders safe.
Appearance: No picture for now, but I'll try and find one later.
Looks mostly Alenal, but clearly has a few characteristics of a Jekib man as well. Maintains a hardened appearance due to growing up in a harsh village of Jekib as well as long years of living and fighting on the borders of Alenal and Engrt. Still is able to pull off an aura of sincerity and such. Wears little to no armor unlike many other soldiers and guards, due to him seeing it as a hindrance when fighting in the mountainous regions he calls home. Wields a straight sword of Alenal design, but also seems to have been slightly tempered to have a slight curve at the top with a slight look of Engary or Jekib design, useful for straight fighting or from horseback.
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