Brand

Battlemind

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Brand grew up as an only child in the family of a minor noble. His father was killed in the war and so he was raised primarily by his mother. He was a shy, sensitive boy with a penchant for poetry. When he was old enough, his mother took what little money she had left to send her boy to school to learn to be a poet. While
at school, his mother grew ill. He dropped out and since many of the healers were out on campaign, he journeyed to find one of them. He was successful. His mother was cured and he took her back home again. While she was taking a bath to clean up from the trip, she fell asleep and drowned. He was inconsolible, but while he was looking through his mother's belongings, he discovered that his father wasn't a war hero. He was a quartermaster's assistant in charge of counting the inventory.
He died when the enemy attacked and he stole a horse to run away, but was thrown and cracked his head open. Brand went to the pub to get drunk, was picked on and pretty much snapped. He lost the fight of course, but he gained a religion. He joined the
army and those who worshiped The Mockery. He became a battlemind and was always the first on the front line. He fought like a man with a death wish who would nevertheless not freakin die. He also got his nicknamed by using a hot iron on captured prisoners. These were the perfect qualities for House Tharashk's
new mercenary company the Liondrake's Roar. He loved it there; nothing illustrated the pointless, senseless mockery that was life like being an officer in a unit that ate each other almost as often as the enemy. Unfortunately, like all good things, the war came to an end. He got a nice job with an insurance company where
he could intimidate people into not actually making claims. Or alternately reminding people ending their policies that they could die at any time and having this policy would be a good idea. He gets his exercise by starting bar fights, but somehow it's just not the same as it used to be.

Brand

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