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Akker the Mercenary

I, am Akker. I was given this name because my mother and father met under a lone oak tree in the middle of the forest same tree under which I would be born later due to reasons I was not told about. I am at the age of 16 according to the years of man. I am known as the Mercenary because my father used to be a mercenary and when he would visit my mother he would sometimes come with some of his companions, thus I was seen when I was 15 by rangers while leading some of my father's companions which I knew to our home in the forest, the title stuck after one night at the tavern, one of those rangers called me "the mercenary kid" they saw on the forest, reaching the ears of the people I knew they kept calling me it as a joke because I used to go to the local tavern and the people, of course, knew me. After a while, I decided to keep it as my own and decided to try to live up to the name.

I was born a Half-elf because my parents were human and elf, my mother being an elf and my father a human.

I stand 6.1 feet tall with a somewhat fit body. I have short white curly hair with medium-sized black eyes. My light skin and a comely, appearance, in general, makes me unique to the extent people sometimes give me interesting glances making it easy for me to stand out which ironically I displease.

I see myself as one who follows no class. I want to become known in the realm by first starting a mercenary company and then taking on the path
I feel more suitable at the said moment in order to prove myself worthy of becoming the Ruler of Kings. I generally view alliances as useful in certain situations.

I intend to do WATHEVER CROSSES MY MIND in order to become the next Ruler of Kings. It should be known that I intend to make my character unpredictable to some extent. Thus, I now start this path towards whatever fate has prepared for me.

Mercenary Akker

A Sentimental Value: Ring, Plain

I took a flail with me because I needed a weapon, now that I think back that shouldn't have been my choice since a picture of my mother or father would have been more meaningful, regardless, the flail was given to me as a gift by my father's best friend, his companion Mythos, it was a medium-sized one with its handle made of oak wood which made a good pair with my name, the flail's head was made of strong steel and its shape was circular with spikes.