Name: Varric Brentsworth
Age: 65
Race:Human
Zone of Birth: Duty Free Ports of House 'Bacco
Class:Voided ClauseEnforcer
Current Employment Alignment: Freelancer
Description: An elderly gentleman with a balding pate, bushy eyebrows, and what hair he does have, from that hanging from his head and his face, is well groomed and clean. He tends to wear minimal clothing, preferring his long canvas pants and hemp-rope belt with his disgraced banner as a waist cloth hanging from it. He usually carries his old surf-shield and sledge hammer, as well as a pair of sodas with healing properties. His arms are heavy duty longshoreman class augmentics, less for battle and more for lifting and carrying heavy loads at the docks and aboard cargo ships, but they do the job. He is the sort of old man who while he may be turning to fat, the muscle under it is turning to teak, and his strength and bearing are obvious to anyone who watches him.
Personality: Varric is an old man of a rather humorous demeanor. He feels he has lived a long and full life, that might have had it's regretful moments, and tragedies, but it has had it's happy moments too. He is a great-grandfather, a trusted member of the network of families that work the coastal herding routes, and a respected fighter in more than a few charging station taverns. He takes life as it comes to him, and has found a measure of peace and happiness that he never would have had in the days as first blade of even a lesser house of 'Bacco.
Abilities: While getting on in years, Varric remains a strong fighter with shield and hammer, with a preference for tactical fighting. He is not afraid to use Hacked to his advantage in a fight, and keeps several suborned cybernetic husks on hand in the caravan for when things get particularly dicey. Beyond that he is a passable rider and herdsman, and an excellent storyteller and caretaker for the younger members of the caravan when their parents are busy with the herds.
Relationships:
Kai Brentsworth - His great nephew and in some ways, his protege. Varric raised Kai on stories of his life in the Duty Free Ports, and encouraged him to seek his fortunes there. He deeply regrets the state of things for his great nephew, and sometimes wishes that he had encouraged him to seek a life in the Seven Holdings or perhaps Nazzdack or S&J, where Kai would have been part of a less feudalistic but still regimented corporate muscle lifestyle. Perhaps not as honorable, but also less arbitrary in some ways than 'Bacconian culture can lend to job advancement.
The Deputies of "Double Barrel" Darrel Doubleday - While he's never met the eponymous "Double Barrel" Darrel, he has in the past worked fairly closely with the various deputies in charging stations and half-way points the herds stopped at, both from before he married and after, and has kept a fairly good relationship with most of them, letting him have the latest news on bandit gangs and similar to help his own family out with, as well as passing on his own news from what he sees between the various stations.
Important Life Moments:
Varric was born Duty Free Ports of House 'Bacco closest to The Ur-Um Wines and Spirits Company territory. He rose through the ranks quickly in his house, becoming first blade under his lord. He fought as his lord's champion, fought in valiant battles, honor duels, and rose high in a short time, even if it was only for one of the least of lesser houses. It all came crashing down when he failed in his duty to his liege lord, and to the House of 'Bacco itself through their feudal lines so utterly that the high houses had to become involved.
He does not speak of his crime, and few who were involved in the judgment directly are left alive. He lost the gold and black augmented arms he had earned, was stripped of his titles, and banished from the isles.
Varric found himself in the prairies and deserts of The Ur-Um Wines and Spirits Company. Foundering and looking for a way out, he worked as a coastal mercenary, more often on the side of the sheriffs and his deputies than against, until he found himself working more and more regularly helping protect a specific family of lizard ranch-hands, the Brentsworths. It was with them he eventually settled down, learning the trade more fully rather than simply being hired protection. He took on the name of his wife, and in time he would have children of his own, and tell them the stories of 'Bacco, just off the coast from where their routes took them. In time one particularly serious great nephew of his would wish for more than the relaxed life of the lizard handlers, and follow Varric's advice to go and see about becoming a knight. Despite his disgrace, he still had friends in his old house, who were willing to give his great nephew a chance.
That was several years ago, and now Varric continues his life as a retired adventurer and mercenary. He worries deeply about his great nephew, but knows that there is little he can do for him, besides keep in touch.
Quotes
"So there I was, between one big nasty oni, and the champion of House Natalia, caught off guard in the baths. I didn't even have my trusty hammer... I bet you're wondering 'But great uncle Varric! What did you do?'... well I'll tell you, I grabbed the body wash bottle and I-"
"HA! I never thought you'd have the last ace. Right right, take my credits... Now then... What was it you were saying about those biker gang sightings?"
"Of course Kai, I'll tell them, but they really would like to hear from you. I'll talk with my sister in law about it, just promise me that you won't let it be another year before you do like the last time?"