Name: Arran Ro
Race: Human (Bretonnian)
Age: 19
Faction: None
Magic User: No
Diety: Ranald
Occupation: Mercenary
Weapons: Longsword, dagger, hunting knife.
Armor: Plain leather brigandine, steel barbute (Y-shaped opening) with a short aventail, leather vambraces reinforced with longitudinal steel strips, leather greaves with steel sabatons.
Equipment: Food and water rations, tent, whetstone, flint and steel, blanket, 50' rope.
History: Arran Ro was born the bastard child of Sina Ro, a peasant woman who worked in the kitchen's of her local lord, who's lands were close to the capital of Bretonnia. It wasn't until her child was five that the resemblence to her lord was distinguishable, so before the rumors could spread that he'd slept with a peasant he had the child sent away to his brother's care in the furthest reaches of Bretonnia. Here he was raised by the local lord's manservant until he was 12, at which point he was given to the care of his master-of-arms to have him start on the path of a soldier. Life afterwards was brutal, but eventually the boy thrived in the harsh conditions set before him. When he was 18 he was part of a detachment of soldiers who's were sent under the guise of a personal guard to lead the very lord who'd sent him from home. He was coming to marry his youngest daughter to a cousin of his brother as part of a military strategy. But his brother had other ideas and ordered his men to attack him. In the vicious fight on the road Arran and his fellow soldiers were badly outmatched and killed nearly to the last man - save for Arran and two others who were taken hostage. They had exacted a toll on their victim though for his daughter had been killed by a stray arrow from his own men. In his grief he had the three prisoners flogged and taken with him back to his kingdom, where they were to be executed. Life on the road over the next week was brutal, unforgiving - the three men being beaten nearly hourly until none of them could walk. As they approached the city gates another ambush took place though - the misdealings of the lord having driven his own peasants to revolt. In the ensuing chaos Arran managed to escape his bonds and stagger into the wilderness, wandering for two days in a black fugue. He was picked up by a band of mercenaries who exchanged healing for service, conscripting him into their ranks. They needed as many men as possible, after all - for they were on a mission to Mordheim to loot and plunder whatever treasure they could - not knowing what danger awaits them.

Horse Stats According To Fel:
Bretonnian Warhorses are fine destrier. They cover the full range of equine colours, but all are tall at the shoulder and have naturally long tails and manes. As lots of loose hair gets in the way in battle, most knights plait their horse's hair, often winding ribbons and charms in among it. Bretonnian Destriers may enter the brute(ass kicking) career if they are serving under a Bretonnian knight =. There is also a big blurb of how bretonnian knights care for their horses and special abilities the horse gets with a bretonnian. They are able to strike as better then an average man, they are twice as strong as a human, to hit them even without armor plating on the horse is as difficult to damage him as if it would be to strike through full plate. Human agility. Twice as many woods as a human and twice as fast. They have awesome perception(perceptionx2+keen senses+accute hearing.. so pretty crazy since typically one is considered really good). Swim, and strike mighty blow which means they hit crazy hard.. so, twice as strong as a man and then some with that level of "I hurt you!" training.