Gansk is a Norlandic male hailing from Morsgrad following the Red Faith. He is 5'10" with the average soldier physic and brown hair with a dull sense of fashion to match his brown rustled hair. His father served in the Oren-Sutica war as a Norlandic legionary. Gansk had a martial upbringing that would set him up for his own service. He sports a scar over his left eye from the edge of his shield during a skirmish.
Gansk served as a shield-bearer assigned to guard the siege engines during battle. He would become a veteran of his unit and develop a strong bond with his fellow soldiers over the years. During one siege, the defenders would sally out and rush the siegeworks. Gansk held the line along with his shield brothers for hours awaiting relief from the army. As time passed and battle brothers fell, Gansk would lose faith in his superiors, thinking the army had abandoned the siegeworks and his unit along with them. Against the orders of his captain, a friend and father figure, Gansk would break rank and flee the battlefield.
In his early career, Gansk would resemble the average young soldier. He was a bold, reliable companion with a strong sense of duty. However, after his desertion, he would hold an internal conflict between his strong sense of duty and brotherhood and the very real decisions he made at the siegeworks that day. This conflict is projected into his personality with a distrust for "Sly" characters who find no problem with abandoning that which doesn't serve them. Gansk would retain his strong respect for loyalty and his preference for shield-based combat but would hide his desertion from most. Though not a fanatic, Gansk would become a follower of the Red Faith, specifically to the paragon Donovan the Bastion.
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Gansk eyed the gentleman cautiously. With a passing thought about the location of his axe in his travel bundle and a deliberate movement to distance himself, he continued the formalities. "Just sight-seeing". Gansk wouldn't dare alert a stranger to his movements. Especially to a sly one, one with so many questions. He's looking for something.
The gentleman continued,
"Well you've come to the right place! You'll find some of the most dazzling wonders in this region. So much history to see! Speaking of, I know a great tour guide! A personal friend of mine. She'll be happy to take you around to see the best of what this city has to offer!"
The stranger stepped forward as he spun in a circle, arms stretched wide, emphasizing the grandeur of his city. Gansk found himself naturally bracing in that moment, his right leg pulled back, his boot dug in at an angle, as if bracing against a charge. Releasing himself from his instincts, Gansk composed himself. "Can't be done today." A polite decline. Confident but kind.
The stranger pressed further. "I can promise it wont eat up too much of your day! What else do you have to do anyhow?"
"There it is" Gansk thought to himself. Without another word, he turned and marched towards the markets on the other side of town. Not that he had any bread to buy, but he had to throw the stranger off his trail incase he followed.
With an extra hour burned and the stranger's eyes off his back, Gansk continued on his search for a new band of companions. Ones he wouldn't leave behind.
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