Louis-Henri de Loménie

[scrubyoukai]

_{(above: where his name comes from. Louis-Henri de Loménie, count of Brienne)}

Name: Louis-Henri de Loménie
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: Late twenties, early thirties

Height: 5'8"- 5'10" (depending on who you ask)
Weight: 170 lbs

Eye & Hair color: Brown

Skin: Fair, but heavily scarred across the hands, upper arms and, if visible, torso.

Profession: Drinking & womanizing, but would consider himself a bounty hunter first and foremost. A skilled bounty hunter (according to himself).
Asking around Suzail, it would be discovered that he is currently employed by House Silverthorn.

Notable equipment
Sonya - An adamantine rapier, with the name "Sonya" inlaid in the hilt. Gold trimming along the basket hilt.
Little Prick - A dubiously named short sword, made entirely of silver. It bears the mark of Fero Fenden, the talented smith.
He is always seen with both weapons at his side.

Background
Hailing from Tethyr, originally, the young Louis-Henri set out with ideas of glory and adventure. Reality quickly imposed itself: grand ideas of chivalry and courtly love will not fill your purse with coin or your belly with food. Being the son of a hunter, he had some skill in tracking and other such pursuits. These skills, coupled with his sharp wit and keen mind, serve the young man well in his new occupation as a bounty hunter. Scouring the lands for minor bounties, he slowly made his way to Cormyr, wracked as it is with banditry and other ills. His time in Cormyr has mostly been uneventful: few would know his name, fewer still would recognize him, unless they happened to frequent one of the many taverns in Suzail, where he resides. He seems to have retired from the adventuring life, since few have seen him in quite some time…

[scrubyoukai]

It was a splendid, sunny day for a victory.

A mustachioed man was ambling about the port of Suzail, eyeing a particular vessel that had caught his keen eye. The man knew nothing of ships, of course, but one had to act the part in front of the seasoned regulars, lest you were to attract mockery. He slows his pace before stopping, rapier and silver sword jingling against his hip. Garbed in light grey and blue, little served to distinguish the man save for a small, sword-shaped clasp on his cloak and a small golden disk hanging from a chain around his neck, etched with a unicorn.

He eyed the ship in the afternoon sun: a sturdy, sea-worthy vessel, as far as he could tell, and his eyes gleamed with excitement. Her words still rang in his ears, a tenday later.

"It's settled, then. You shall accompany your lady on adventures, in the east. You are still a retainer of House Silverthorn, are you not?"

He sped up his pace to a brisk walk, buoyed at the thought of new adventures. Cormyr had taken on the dull drone of the habitual, and he had fallen into the trap of the capital's intrigue and politics. The thought of leaving had crossed his mind, but not without her. He would do anything for her, even turn himself into a pixie, if he had to.

He walked up to the captain of the ship and exchanged a few words with the man. A nod, a quick exchange of coin and a firm handshake sealed their passage.

Now, all that would remain would be to say their last farewells, and head out.

- - -


It has been a week since Louis-Henri was last seen. By all accounts, he was last seen waving his hat to close friends as his ship sailed into the Dragonmere.