Greyson Ryder

This is a player character, played by Ben.

Overview
Greyson Ryder is a former Vericasi soldier, stranded away from his homeland by the violent sea between Reskan and the Isles. He's an efficient killer, and wields his homeland's fiery magic with a practiced ease, though he's come to adopt some Craevon styles in his equipment and mannerisms. Swearing often, socially abrasive, and professing a lack of "shits" for most things, Greyson is just here for the job, friends and allegiances be damned.

Personality
Greyson is a very focused individual. He doesn't care for distractions from the job, after-parties, or keeping the party on his good side -- at least, as long as they don't stab him in the back. He's reticent about himself and his past, but there is a hint of something positive whenever he talks about 'home' -- that, and a tinge of regret.

Above all else, Greyson is a fighter. He tackles problems head-on, with the bull-headed stubbornness only a Vericasi (or a very determined Craeven Dwarf) could match. If he can't solve it with kicking down the front door, he solves it with his sword through a window, and only if that doesn't work does he consider allowing a rogue to take a stab at it. He's a fan of quick solutions and efficient dealings, though he's learned a degree of trust for his party's skills through time in the shadowed streets of Craevon. Just don't expect him to ever tolerate a Bard.

Physical Description
Compared to some behemoths of fighting, Greyson doesn't appear to be all that impressive, at a relatively modest 5'11". His well-maintained Vericasi muscle is quick to show, however, whenever he swings his sword -- though he's still limping from an old wound. He keeps his shoulder-length hair up in a topknot, and his beard is just maintained enough to stay out of the way of fighting; both, however, are greying from his 46 years of life. His yellow-brown eyes are piercing and steely, and glow slightly whenever he channels his magic. Greyson never wears a helmet, nor gauntlets, to complement his sturdy, dirty armor. He keeps up his protection with an odd-looking shield, grooved and spiked and a deep matte black, that he uses with a unique style to catch his enemy's weapons. His sword, while plainer, is similarly spiked on the blade, allowing for some nasty wounds. He wears a hooded shawl around his neck, keeping a bit of Vericasi desert flair, but also hiding the golden chain of an old locket he wears around his neck. On his right hand's ring finger, he has a fine silver right bearing a brilliant yellow jewel.