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Sharpe
Sharpe
| Name | Sharpe |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Street Tough, Scrapper, 'The Gutter Guardian' |
| Age | Twenty-Seven |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Beggar's Alley, Bree-Town |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | A tall, broad-shouldered man prowls the inns of Bree-land, his presence hard to ignore. His blonde hair, though unkempt, frames deep green eyes set beneath brows marked with old scars that tell of many brawls. There is a rough handsomeness to him, but it is marred by a life hard lived. His clothes, once well-made, hang in tatters of their former quality, stained and weathered by years of neglect. When he speaks, his deep voice rolls with the unmistakable accent of Bree, carrying the weight of menace more than wit. Known to linger in smoky taverns and alehouses, he has a talent for finding or causing trouble, and those who cross his path learn quickly why he is a man best avoided.
He carries himself with the strength and arrogance of a man who has fought his way through life and learned to bare his teeth at the world. He is confident to the point of swagger, quick to throw a challenge and slow to back down. Yet, beneath all this bluster, there are rare moments of rough kindness, flashes of loyalty and even warmth toward those who have nothing else. He champions the weak and despises bullies, especially those of authority that would grind down the poor. For all his faults, Sharpe’s temper and pride burn hottest when the helpless are trampled and, in those moments, he is more dangerous than ever.
In a fight, he spurns blades and clubs relying instead on his fists, which are as brutal as any weapon. He fights with the cunning of a gutter-brawler. Dangerous and unpredictable, utterly without honour. A headbutt, a knee to the ribs, a thumb driven toward the eye, no trick is beneath him if it brings an edge. His strength makes him formidable, but it is his willingness to fight dirty that makes him truly feared.
A picture of Sharpe, battle-ready and focused, created with an AI generator. The banner used is based upon the work of Jairyth, remade using AI. |
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Background
Born in Beggar’s Alley, Sharpe has never known a life beyond the stink of poverty and the struggle to survive. His mother, lost to drink, died when he was but eight years old, leaving him with three younger brothers to fend for.
Hardship forced him to grow cruel, stealing and scrapping to keep them fed until the weight of the world shattered them all. From that day, his fists and his wits became his trade. Arrests and nights in the watch cells have only added to his infamy, and folk in Bree whisper his name with equal parts of fear and distain.
Though Sharpe has lived a life of crime and squandered more chances than he can count, he is not without a crooked sense of loyalty. He makes poor choices, partakes in reckless fights and dabbles with the wrong sort of allies. But when the ruin of those choices come knocking upon his door, he does his best to set things right, even if it costs him dearly. Beneath the scars and the swagger, Sharpe carries a hard, stubborn love for the Beggar’s Alley and the folk who scrape out their lives there. He has known what it was to feel the cold and the helplessness of being preyed upon, and he will not stand by while others suffer the same. For all his selfish talk and rough edges, he will risk his own blood to keep the Alley safe, even if it means facing enemies far stronger than himself. As such, he has been titled 'The Gutter Guardian', an apt nickname given to him by none other than the Bree-town Watch. Initially used to mock him, the title was bestowed on the account of his unyielding need to protect his own.
He is no brigand, at least not yet, but the line between the alley tough he is and the outlaw he could become grows thinner with each fight, each theft and each selfish choice. Today he looks out for no one but himself and his people, and wears his scars as both warning and boast.
“Aye, I was born in the gutter, but I’ll be damned if I stay there. The mud don’t stick to a man who knows how to climb!”
AI image created from a screenshot of Beggar’s Alley
| Friends | Loved by some, hated by millions. |
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| Relatives | Little is known of his lineage, which is no doubt for the better. |
| Rivals/Enemies | The Bree-town Watch |
| Loves | He lives for the burn of ale on his tongue, the thrill of victory in his fists, and, above all, the weight of coin in his pocket. |
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| Hates | He holds a bitter hate for the Bree-town Watch and all manner of authority, and nothing cuts him deeper than the shame of losing a fight. |
| Motivation | What drives him is hunger, not just the hunger of an empty belly, but the deeper hunger to be more than a nameless rogue. |
| Quotes | "The Alley gave me life, and near took it too. But I'll not rot there like the rest, I'll rise, or I'll fight tryin'." |
Sharpe's Adventures
| The Weight of Three | 7 months 2 weeks ago |
| The Tree in Silver | 7 months 3 weeks ago |
| A Bargain in the Dark | 7 months 3 weeks ago |
| The Gutter Wolf of Beggar’s Alley | 7 months 3 weeks ago |
