Guts

Lloyd Benett is a 19 year old Mercenary working around for coins. From war-zones to adventures, Lloyd wields a giant great-sword on his back, which has been by his side most of his life.

He has no direction other than working for money as of yet, though he always questions his actions.

Physical
Lloyd is young, and still growing. At the moment he is 6'1" and weighs 210. His torso is bulked with muscle, from years of training with his blade. His legs are toned, and he is light-footed when unencumbered by his blade, armor, and weapons. His hair is black and long, though he ties it up in instead of cutting it.

Lloyd's pupils tend to be small, tiny dots wrapped in a ring of a dark green. His face tends to be stone cold during jobs, and when in combat, his gaze becomes that of pure rage, his nostrils flare, eyes twitch and begin to blood shot. Though, when in the presence of a friend or warm-soul, his pupils grow once more, and he seems relax for those moments.

Due to his past, Lloyd's body is scarred. He has light slash scars across his body from his training as a boy, and a group of newly-acquired, multiple tiny scars on the right side of his chest from a recent blow which bent some of his woven plates through the cover underneath and into his chest.

Gear
Lloyd's newly acquired armor is steel, instead of full plate or chain, it is covered in multiple woven-plates; the plates have slight differences from each other, as the armor was not made for craftsmanship. Across his chest is a bandolier which holds multiple steel bolts at the bottom with store-bought throwing knifes holster up the sash, stopping at his shoulder. The sides of his hips and his shoulders are covered with steal plate. A handful of the woven-plates on his right side seem to have be amateurishly repaired after denting. A decently-sized looting bag sits on the back-left side of his hip, with a small pouch on his lower back. He wears only one gauntlet, of which allows him to clip a crossbow to his forearm, letting him dual-wield in a sense. His boots are Fremennik-made, armored with a small amount of steel of the top and toes of the boots. His cloak, if he is wearing it, shows a small lump of the back pack he carries, if he has it on him. The bag is old, patched and sewn by someone who's never done so before. His leggings follow the same construction as his chest plate, the shins are armored with plate on the front, as the woven-plate lets him keep nimble.

The cape he carries is Elven and seems to be ancient and made for someone who is that of 10 feet or more. It is only a cape but, due to the size, he wears as a complete cloak-with-hood. It wraps around his shoulder twice before drooping into a cloak, and there is no hood, as he pulls some cloth from behind his head and pulls it over, forming a hood. The cloak is eloquent and looks much more expensive than anything he is wearing.

Armor/Apparel owned

 * Woven-plate steel chest and legs (Samurai-esque armor)
 * Steel med helm
 * Armored Fremennik styled boots
 * Armored gauntlet on off-hand
 * A leather bandolier
 * Large Elven Cloak (Wrapped around shoulders than drooped as cape)

Weaponry
Lloyd carries only a small amount of weapons, as he has one main tool. Across his bandolier are multiple steel knives, 6 to be exact. A good smith could tell they were made by a bad one and sold for cheap, the blades are chipped from mistakes against the anvil, but the points are sharp. At the bottom side of his bandolier, there is a small tuft of steel bolts for the crossbow attached to his wrist. The crossbow has iron limbs and fires a strong, fully powered bolt as if it were full size. It ties to his wrist over an armguard on his armor, if he connects the back of his gauntlet with the c'bow and locks it, he can fire the bolt by then jerking his wrist. At the time, it only fires a single bolt, but he is always seen fiddling with it, attempting to think of a work-around.

His main tool is his sword. The great sword in question is large, almost as tall as the man himself. After a blacksmith in Rellekka worked on it, the blade is sleeker and wider. The blade is extremely sharp on the sides, but it forms a full, heavy hunk of metal that can be used bluntly to slap his opponents. Anyone who attempts to use the blade would notice it is fairly heavy, though when he uses it he swings it as if it were a regular two-handed sword. He uses the blade's weight to do devastating drop attacks and side swings.

Weapons owned

 * Abnormally large strange great-sword made of steel (More desc. above)
 * A small c'bow attachable to wrist (More desc. above)
 * 6 regular throwing knives holstered in bandolier

Childhood
Lloyd was unlucky, robbed of his family as a child, though he still has no idea.

Isaac Holt finally returned back to Rimmington, having worked a woodcutter contract which had him relocate to Varrock. He comes back to his normal job of chopping trees around Rimmington to send off to other cities. His life is tedious and bland until he meets a women by the name of Margaret Livanth, who has traveled to Rimmington on terms of a quieter life. 3 years later, the two had married and bared a child, who they name Jeffery.

Not even a year after his birth, a group of bandits do a raid on Rimmington, showing no mercy to the inhabitants. It was a slaughter. The next day, word had gotten out, and a group of knights took along with them three mercenaries, just to be safe. When reaching the area, everyone looks in horror as the small town has blood-covered grounds littered with bodies. Everyone proceeds to search for survivors and none are found, until a mercenary in the possession of an abnormally large steel sword found the body of a woman, he peered at her and noticed she seemed to cover something under her bolt-ridden body. Upon moving the body, the man saw a child, silent but awake, soaked in his mother's blood, the baby has watery eyes but has stopped crying long ago.The Mercenary took a thought, before placing the baby in a decently-sized looting bag, which dumped out jewelry on the ground before the young child was placed in.

The Mercenary parted ways with the group as soon as he could, leaving to find the rest of his band. He reached his family, The Golden Eagles: a group of Mercenaries, and they accepted the child as their own, harshly training the boy they named Lloyd Benett.

Adolescence
His life as a child was filled with hardship. He barely got any rest and was treated poorly by the group, though they didn't do it with intention of hurting him, but rather toughening him. The Mercenary, named as Byron Foster, that found him in Rimmington took him as his own and began to do solo training with the boy, dueling with thick sticks, never letting up on a hit. Byron was a 7'3" man with barbaric muscles, a locked addition in the band of mercenaries due to his size and strength. Lloyd started his training in fear of the opponent he battles, but years of being brutally attacked has caused his emotions to turn, he began feeling pure rage in combat at age 13, though he still had never seen any.

Other than duels, he would be forced to carry heavy supplies for the band of Mercenaries, his muscles were fully toned at the age of 16, though he still looked skinny. Not much happened in his life besides tedious training and pain at this moment in his life, but when he was 17 years of age, he was finally given armor.

Gear
At the age of 17 the 5'8" boy was given a set of iron armor, a slight bigger than the boy was but it was a small amount of plate on the chest and shoulders. He carried a looted longsword that he held as a two hands during combat, mimicking his mentor.

Death of Byron Foster
The Band of the Eagle was hired to help in the siege of a fort south of Ardougne, in which the mercenaries, along with a handful of Kandarin knights, laid siege to the deserters inside. The pushed through the gates, Byron leading the charge due to his size. He swung furiously at the enemy, denting armor and slicing limbs when he hit an opening. But like any normal man, Byron was cut down in battle by the Captain of the deserters, who had taken onto sheer bloodthirsty combat, obliterating any in his way. Lloyd continued fighting, staying careful and working his blade under shields and at weak points in the enemies' armor. Finally, the Kandarin and Mercenaries were able to surround the Captain and his forces and executed them justly.

During the booming cheers of the victors, Lloyd hunted for his mentor, before finding leaning on the wall, his sword impeded in the ground in front of him, he was resting on it. Lloyd was hysterical, he was able to wake Byron up for only small moments, Byron let him know how they came to meet, before gifting his sword to the boy, telling him to work himself even more. It was the last time he woke up, dying later the next day.

Lloyd stayed with the band, but without Byron he felt distanced, and began his training. At age 19, he deserted the Mercenaries, finally able to wield his mentor's weapon.

Present Day
Lloyd needed money, and found that a group was reclaiming their kingdom in Kandarin and he was hired and given a set of armor to match the soldiers'. The battle was a small group vs. two and ended fairly quickly, Lloyd was unable to get a good swing in, missing multiple times. Afterwards, he was paid for the attack and no one reclaimed the armor due to business of after-battle, so he left and sold the steel full plate for something more for his type of combat.

He purchased a two teleport tablets, one to get to Falador and one to return to Ardougne at a moments notice, he was low on funds and was hopeful he could find a job. Upon reaching Falador, he noticed a group of 8 men by the front gates to the North, and inquired about what they were up to. A man named Cloud informed him that a small army of bandits were in a cave due-north of our location, and there was pay involved. Lloyd joined the group to the cave and, upon climbing down, realized there were a couple hundred, as this was their base.

Battle Under Ice Mountain
The party climbed down too quick and jumped into an ambush. The party was split among the battlefield, bandits poured around them all like an ocean. Luckily, due to the sheer amount, there was a lack of armor and strong weapons on their part, and Lloyd swiftly sliced the many men who charged him in two, taking moments to pull the blade back, ready his strength, and swinging with great speed on every swing. Eventually, a giant troll comes from the cave, something the Bandits must've had plans for, likely for a raiding trip. The fight was long and tough, Lloyd narrowly dodged a giant rock hurled at the group, luckily no one else was injured. During the fight, Lloyd aimed for the same leg on the troll, which eventually snapped and sliced off after the third strike, the room and men were drenched in blood afterwards.

They cleaned off how they could and left the cave, traveling all the way to a bar in Varrock to talk. At this talk, two men who knew eachother, both Fremennik, spoke of an ancient group of Elves that they are in turmoil with, and ask the group for assistance. The same 9 man party all heads onto another adventure, reaching Rellekka by teleport thanks to the humbled Fremenniks. Most of the party went onto a large ship but, without enough room, two men when onto a boat by themselves, one of which a Paladin, the other a strangely armored knight that brought fear into Lloyd, a feeling he hadn't felt fully in awhile.

Pirate's Attack!
Lloyd dozed off, having nothing to say as the man name Cloud was speaking to one of the Fremennik, a blacksmith named Denrak. Lloyd was dreaming of a nice, warm bonfire when a blast hit the side of the boat, he instinctively yelled to get close, as they were warned of pirates, but before he finished speaking a boat crashed into theirs. Four pirate ships had shown up, trying to eliminate the party for no reason other than loot. The pirates drop a plank and begin crossing. Lloyd, noticing the bandits, readies his sword, his muscles tightly flexed as he sliced over the gangplank, cutting their shins in halves while pushing the lucky ones into the water. Eventually, that invading boat sank, and Lloyd was at a loss of what to do, afraid of the open waters. The boat took a hit and broke to pieces, barrels of mead floated to the surface and Lloyd smashed sword-arm first on one barrel, narrowly sinking into the water, his grip tightening on the sword as to not lose it. By another string of luck, one of the members is able to teleport the group to one of the enemies' ships, now empty. They continue to an ice cold island.

To The Tomb They Trekked
The party entered a frozen over village, corpses of the past inhabitants were mangled and iced over. Everything was normal in their walk, hearing about the reasoning of this iced slaughter, though the Fremenniks had no idea why it happened, only how. An cold blue portal opened in front, out stepped a pack of Icehounds, which attacked the party. Lloyd swung his sword, catching two as they charged, one cut clean in half as the other smashed into a snowed-over store stand, he quickly stabbed it before blocking a hound that was narrowly about to jump on him, he left his sword so the group could finish it off, as they had already cleared the rest. The Paladin tried grabbing the sword, though he was joking, Lloyd dove for it, diving into the snow to get a grip on it.

They made their way into an Ancient room which looked to have been an old tomb. The two Fremenniks stayed back, watching the enterance as the rest of the group entered, cautious of traps, though when realizing the first room was safe, they looted. Searching crates, Lloyd finds jewelry and fills his decently-sized lootbag with two handfuls before continuing on. The next room and empty, save for a few crates filled with eloquent clothing. Lloyd stuffed the rest of his pouch with clothing that would fit himself, using it to keep the jewelry safe as well. Two ice blockades formed on the doors, and a portal opens, a blizzard blows through, chilling the room. Lloyd grabbed a blue well-crafted Elven cloak, a cape made for a 10ft giant, that he wrapped around himself for warmth. Just then, two Elves, around 10 ft each, step from the portal. One a knight, the other a mage. The Knight is in heavy armor, with a shield and mace, while the Mage wears masterly-woven cloth, and an icy staff. Auz lead was in front, with the intimidating, unnamed man next to Cloud, Lloyd was behind them all, having just passed Cloud a cloak to use himself.

Fight Against A Giant Armored Elf
Lloyd finally remembered fear in those moments he saw the two exit, but he realized he was being weak and snapped in rage, charging to get around the two as Auz, the Paladin, moved forward. At that moment, the Mage used a spell to teleport behind Cloud and the strange man, splitting the fight, as the Knight swung his mace, missing Lloyd, who jumped from the cataclysmic smash, the ground cracked behind him. Lloyd's focus was purely on the battle with the Knight, and he had no thought of his party other than Auz, as they fought together.

Lloyd's swings could not penetrate the armor, but the hits staggered the 10ft Giant, who was able to commemorate Lloyd in common, though they had only spoken their language previously. Lloyd took a hit to his body, though the adrenaline let him ignore the multiple small cuts made from the dents made in the many woven-plates of his armor. The fight shifted from a two vs one to a one vs one, as the Knight continuously knocked Auz back, before grabbing Lloyd with a bone-chilling grip, opening an icy portal, which spewed in the blizzard from the other side. Lloyd fired a bolt up close at the Knight's face, but the small wrist-crossbow fired weakly, and was meant for skin.

He was pulled into a new world and thrown back, there was a heavy blizzard, strong enough to sway the Frostelf Giant himself. Lloyd wasn't scared, only angry, but was having difficulty in forcing himself to charge, as the cold was weakening him, his blade getting heavy in his arms as he is becoming exhausted. The Elven Knight Would've won if he had wanted, not being harmed by the cold while the young human boy stood, slowly freezing in front of him. He spoke in common, questioning Lloyd about why the party had arrived, and upon being told, he stated that the Elves attacked the village after looting of their ancient tombs. Finding it unjustifiable, Lloyd angrily charges at the Knight, weak and with a limp, before a portal opens behind him. The Knight doesn't flinch from the charge, pointing to the portal and tell the boy to leave, and he does.

Lloyd drops to his knees, back in the first room he discovered the jewelry in, out of breath and suffering a mental crisis as he quickly relives his memories of the Band of the Eagle, his mentor, and more, constantly asking how he got into this situation. The Fremenniks see him, rushing up and asking what happened. Lloyd quickly informs the party is under attack, a chugs his first beer, some mead he was handed by one of the Fremenniks, it warms him and he springs up, running with a limp into the room, which was suffering a massive blizzard although there weren't any portal. Looking over, he noticed the Mage's body was chopped up and mangled, before fully processing the situation, he left alongside the rest of the party, as the cold was killer and the Knight had just returned in his own portal, furious over the death of his friend.

The party escaped, using an emergency teleport to return to Rellekka. Lloyd spoke with the Blacksmith, who allowed him to keep refuge and rest, as well as upgrading his sword and crossbow. The sword is now thicker and sleeker while the wrist c'bow fires as a normal crossbow. The upgrades costed him basically all of his loot. He kept the blue Elven cloak he had acquire while he gave away everything in his lootbag. He purchased armored boots in Rellekka and was able to get a handful of teleport tablets, one Falador, and one Ardougne.

Back To Normal
He used the Ardougne tablet, being swept away as it broke. Lloyd sauntered into the castle, and began to stand guard for the King, hugging his sword under his cloak as he rests. The situation of long, boring, but got heated near the end. Alas, a boring day on guard. Lloyd continuously suffers nightmares though he isn't awoken by them.