Anri Alimont

At a Glance

Some twenty years ago, my family name was a promise of safety. Our banner was as blue as our hair, depicting a crossed sword and staff. We made it our duty to protect the weak; we didn't just "fight" monsters, voidsent and worse, no, we hunted them, and we were terrifyingly good at it. Our insatiable curiosity, combat prowess and magic abilities were of signficant worry to the clergy. They decided we had to go.

My family taught me all they could until the day they died. The master-at-arms I'd mentioned covered plenty more lessons after - eight legs, six legs, four legs, two legs, no legs at all... wings, no wings, it doesn't matter; I've trained for it. I'd be a fool to tell you of my exact strengths and weaknesses, but know as a potential client that I prepare well. Identifying and knowing things is what I do best.

...Her name was Soleil.She saw something in me that even I didn't, or maybe something that I refused to see outright. It didn't matter to her; she wouldn't let up until I saw it too. Words could not do her justice. She was all that mattered....I wasn't there when they took her.

Well Traveled
There are few places I haven't been. I wander and roam in search of work; I don't have anywhere to settle, and I don't have much reason to, either. The blue hair and rough charms might've left an impression even in distant lands; if I seem familiar to you, perhaps that's why.

Roaming Huntress
I don't know much about casting spells and I couldn't smith, weave or otherwise build a thing to save my life - but I know monsters, I know voidsent, and I know just how to fight them. If it's a dangerous enough beast, I might even do the world a favor and take care of it for free - though I'd be a fool to refuse tips.

For Hire: Bodyguard
I've been hired for personal protection more frequently as of late. It's not as exciting as the wars and battles I'm used to, but I can't deny it's easier on the soul and spirit - and most of the time, on the body, too. Nobility, merchants, travelers - all sorts of people need protection, especially when they travel often.

For Hire: Mentor
If you want to become an honorable warrior, train with a Knight. If you want to turn fighting into an art, train with a Samurai. But if you want to win, you'd best start training with me. I've trained with all sorts of weapons against all sorts of foes under the supervision of all sorts of mentor myself, and I've fought in more battles than I have any reason or right to. In short, you won't find a better teacher.

Hiring: Healer
It's a dangerous world for a sellsword, but it's even more dangerous for travelers. A second pair of eyes would make life a lot easier. I need it to be someone I can trust to have my back- and someone willing to trust me, too. Neither comes easy, especially not these days.

Hiring: Mages
I don't like mages and I don't like magic. I could never wrap my head around spellcasting - ironic, given my lineage - and I've always gotten sick just from aetheryte travel. Still, I recognize they're an important and powerful ally to have, and maybe one day, I might even ask one to teach me.

Quiet Listener
You'd be surprised how much you can learn just by keeping an ear to the ground; I like to keep quiet and listen to the world around me. It's not always pragmatic - sometimes it's just nice to listen to mundane, boring conversations in the markets. It's the closest thing I can get to normalcy sometimes.

Sharlayan Connection
I've built a reputation as a capable - and more importantly reliable - professional. The field researchers and gleaners of Sharlayan in particular have taken a liking to me as of late - perhaps because I don't mind their ramblings, perhaps because of my own extensive knowledge on certain matters, or perhaps because they recognize the family crest.

Strange Technique
I've never been to Bozja, so save your questions about the place. My weapon was designed and crafted by a Garlean defector, and I was taught how to fight with it by the very same man. I've improved on his technique since then - it's unusual, unorthodox and most importantly, unexpected by my foes.

Professional Drunk
Of course I drink. There's not much else to do in between contracts and misadventures, anyway, and wine just so happens to be both - the cheapest pain relief there is after a fight, and the cheapest way to keep warm in cold weather. Don't let the drinks fool you; I can handle myself in a fight whether I'm sober or not. If you want to be my friend, buying me a drink is a good start.

Paid Company
Wine isn't my only vice. I have a soft spot for women, too - but my way of life doesn't leave much room for romantic feelings to blossom. Fortunately for everyone involved, there are women everywhere with a strange talent for emptying out my coinpouch by the bell. Truth be told, I appreciate the honesty involved.