•Name: Jesceczit

•Desired Rank/Position: Leader of a mostly Slavic mercenary company

•Home-city: a village near the south of the Vistula

•Birthdate: 780 BC

•Age: 30

•Gender: Male

•Height: 6’3”

•Weight: 189 lbs

•Eyes: Blue

•Hair: Blonde

•Skin: White

•Current Residence: A camp on the coast near Carthage

•Distinguishing Mark(s): Ink tattoos of symbolism related to three Slavic gods; scar over his left eye and on his left thigh

•Strengths: Physical strength, bravery, languages

•Weaknesses: Large scale tactics, strategy

•Gear: Long blade beautifully engraved, iron helmet with wolf skin

•Transport:

•Pet(s): 3 tamed wolves Svantevit(deity of war) Veles(deity of harvest, music) Perun(deity of fire and thunder)

•Personality: Cheerful, honourable, enjoys fighting, very thoughtful (At times)

•Biography: Born in a small village near the Vistula, Jesceczit was brought up in a rough early life. He was born a bastard to a slave girl, and lived the beginning of his life in a pain and fear. But he began to overcome these things, becoming more and more concerned for his mother who was becoming ill. Then when the village was raided by another tribe, and the raiders came to Jesceczit’s mother, the boy picked up a stolen blade and stood in front of his parent. The men who came into the room roared with laughter, and attempted to kill the little brat. But this brta was fast, and managed to sneak under the swing and stab into the man’s thighs. The cries caught the attention of the warcheif who saw a scene of three men attempting to gut a boy. He burst out laughing, and admiring a young boy who needs three adults to take him down, he took him under his wing.

Jesceczit was a quick learner of the blade, and soon became a well-known warrior throughout his new tribe. The chief however, had begun to see him as a new son, while his real son swathed in the abandonment due to his cowardice. The brother attempted to do all he could to ruin Jesceczit, and managed to succeed by making it seem he had murdered the chief. Forced into exile, the young man swore revenge, as he hid in the wilderness. It was here in the wilderness that the man developed wanderlust, and a love for animals. For that is where he found the wolf. Jesceczit had been found by some enterprising young warriors, who had gotten the sneak on him. But for reasons unknown to him, a pack of wolves attacked the group and massacred them. So he went with the wolves, and when the wolves died to hunters, he wore their skin and hunted the hunters. He soon became a tale to frighten children, and with his aroma of fear, the wolf man returned to the tribe.
His ‘brother’ had done poorly in his absence and had disgraced the tribe, and so many of the warriors sided with him to remove him. However the treacherous leech had managed to gain assistance from other chieftains, forcing Jesceczit to leave. So he left, and in the night, ripped the man’s body open, leaving the people of the tribe terrified of the wrath of the wolf man.

The men who began to follow him began to want purpose, and so he gave them one. They fought as a tribe, a tribe with no home, and after finding a strange merchant claiming rich lands to the south Jesceczit called upon more men to join him on their march south. They raided the Greek settlements, and began a war. The wolf men were here, and they struck fear. At one point even some Macedonian tribesmen had joined him, as he kept raiding and followed the coast east. Throughout their raiding campaign, the wolf pack adopted the Macedonian and Greek way of war, they had their old ferocity, but harnessed it with discipline, making them dangerous opponents. They kept marching east, the army becoming quite famous and feared, its ranks swelling massively. However, Jesceczit was incapable of powerful strategic manoeuvres, and was heavily flanked by a Greek city state’s army in Anatolia. Preventing them from returning home, the army fled south. More and more men began to desert, leaving only the brave, the strong, the disciplined, and the hopeless. With a Hellenistic army at their backs, these men fought south, trying to flee the huge Greek army that gathered more and more men to reward them with the plunder of the mercenaries. Near the Egyptian border, tired of running, Jesceczit sprung an excellent ambush, annihilating the enemy army. But instead of heading north, he went south. Confident of more riches, but he only found desert, losing plenty of men as he did so. Then he turned west and followed the rich coast, defeating the Egyptian garrison forces by sheer willpower, the wolves managed to avoid any more fights with the Pharaoh’s kingdom. Crossing to Libya, they were payed a hefty sum to assist in the Libyan civil war, and they were betrayed, so they got vengeance. The wolves went hunting in the night, and 10 powerful men died in one night. Marching west, and assisting a rich landlord to defend his land from raiders, getting some more money, Jesceczit turned north, where, he was told, a good opportunity for massive wealth could be found.

Roleplay orientation (Business man, Politician, Gladiator): Mercenary leader

Desired position: Mercenary leader