Character: Tarkil Bloodhelm

So I thought I would do something different. On Mondays I thought I might show you one of the characters in my world, whether a main character or minor character of interest. Tuesdays a place in my world. Wednesday I'll work on some history, Thursday I'll slip in an item of interest and Friday will be a free for all, maybe even part of a chapter in my first novel. All of which I will try and tie into the ability for you to use them for a roleplaying campaign. So let's begin with Tarkil Bloodhelm

Tarkil was originally my friend's, Karl, character for my campaign on my world. He wanted to try a thief and assassin and I let him, even though I knew he might clash with my husband's all to honest Akicitia. But it all turned out right in the end, they all had fun and I got an idea for a novel series.

Tarkil is my main character in the High King's Sword series. He is the third son of the brother of the current Leader of House Bloodhelm (3251Post Avatar). Tarkil is a far bit from earning Leadership of House Bloodhelm and he has no desire to step into those shoes. He is the son of Lord Kredoc and Lady Sanicia and has two older brothers, Ryan and Terrick. He has been fostered in the lap of luxury, but his uncle has had him trained to be the family's clean up and espionage man. Adept at a young age for finding his way into spots he should never be and getting out of them just as easily he was an obvious choice for the House's main spy. He was happy in his life, having found love, but she was taken from him and now has fallen into brooding which has led to drinking and self-pity.

Tarkil is human and the age of 20 winters. He stands five foot ten inches and weighs about 150 pounds (He's a very lithe guy). He's lean, but athletic. Not broad, but not willow slender either. More runner in appearance then fighter. His face is hard, handsome, but a darkness hangs over him. His features are sharp and his eyes narrow, his nose slightly upturned. His complexion is bronze, though a light bronze since he lives on the coast. His eyes are sapphire blue and his hair is sandy blond, feathered in the front and kept in a tight pony tail which falls just below the base of the neck.

Tarkil usually wears rich clothes, but in dark colors and usually unadorned. His clothes are usually ones which will allow him to blend in. He wears a shirt with puffy sleeves and lacing in the front down to about mid chest. His pants are a little below the knee, with knee high boots and a billowy dark cloak. All of these are in blacks and dark grays. A Black leather belt holds a saber. Several daggers are hidden about his person for "just in case" emergencies.

When Tarkil speaks it is precise, but eloquent. He can twist words and meanings to fit what he needs without actually lying.

Tarkil is a loaner, liking to keep to himself. He will be sociable when need be, but prefers not to deal with people directly.

Though from a noble House he hates slavers. He may be enslaved by blood, but no one should be forced into that situation. He does help his good friends (which are few) when they are in a pinch. He is a quick wit and thinks fast on his feet. He can make people feel good about themselves even if he is using them in the process. But he is dark and brooding and thinks nothing of using others.

Tarkil's weakness is pretty women, drink, and people in love (though he'd never admit the last).

Tarkil has a hobby of wine collecting.

In my story Tarkil gets wrapped up with the five other main characters by chance when he's at the Traveling Tramp trying to relax and think of a good way to get back into his Uncle Ikaris' good graces. He disdains all of them and is only using them to make his life easier. This makes him hard to like at first, but over the coarse of the book he starts to allow his self imposed walls down with the group, mostly because of the bubbly bard, Kenna. But it is a slow process.
Tomorrow: The Bazaar of Bloodhelm