[Bertram Anders]

Bio

Standing at 5'8 and holding a medium yet muscular build, this man is more intimidating than he looks. His green eyes, though young, show that he has known years of hardship. When he looks at you, always with a steady gaze, you can tell that he sees more than what you outwardly show. The cadence of his voice is in a natural even tone, his voice deep, yet with a slightly sharp inflection. He looks Luskan, yet his skin is not cracked and salty, though he does retain a light tan; obviously showing that he is an outdoorsman. His hair is a light brown. Just by looking at him you garner that he is an experienced warrior, what strikes you as odd though is his gait. He walks in the manner of a thief.
He is friendly and approachable. He also surrounds himself with many friends, and you can guarantee if Brandon befriends you, that you have a friend for life. If you do manage to get on his bad side, well then you have worries. While normally calm natured, the thrill of battle does tend to bring out another side to him.
His armor has seen many battles, and it shows it. Despite that it is always clean and more often than not well polished. At chest level on his left side there is a finely detailed engraving of Mask’s holy symbol etched into his armor, and on the right side there is a symbol of Tempus to match. He carries his sword with ease, its light hum keeping him calm in the storm of battle, as it easily cuts through the air as well as other things.
It is easy to distinguish that Brandon is a man of justice, though what sort of justice is a different story entirely. He works hard to keep his pride in check, though sometimes it does get the best of him. It often manifests when he sees someone who might be a rival to him someday, or even when he faces some great enemy in battle. With holy symbols carved into his chest, it is obvious that he is a man of faith, though which faith and to what extent only a few people know. Courage is his greatest asset.
He is now the patriarch of House Baxter, the first of his lineage. He has proven much during his journeys of Thay, and his deeds are spoken of highly. There is a reason why he has achieved so much, and he now strives to make a greater name for House Baxter. Perhaps conquering the lands of Thesk or Rashemen for Thay would suffice. Tharchion of Eltabbar would even be fitting, if there ever was a vacancy.

[Bertram Anders]

Journal Entry: 1

*The following is written in a leather bound book. There is a medium sized spade centered on the cover. The front page has the Brandon Baxter written in cursive, rather fine cursive at that.*

I guess that you could say that I’ve never been the most fortunate of people. I was born Brandon Baxter, son of Andrew and Bethany Baxter. We lived in a small shack in one of the most uncouth villages on the border of Luskan. Being one of the lower class families we had few material possessions, and our meals were few and far between. We had so little in fact, that my parents were forced to abandon me at the age of 4. Now you may ask how I know so much since they abandoned me at such a young age, well they left a letter with me, and I discovered more knowledge pertaining to the situation later in life, but that is a tale for another time. I was found in a back alley of Luskan by a group of kind individuals, who just so happened to be members of a thieves guild. They began to train me to be a skilled pick pocket, but eventually abandoned their endeavors when I turned out to be quite unsuccessful at anything that required subterfuge. Despite that, they found other uses for me, such as: guarding the guild house, or being a lookout during house raids. The tasks were monotonous albeit needed. When I was a boy of roughly 12 winters, I met some sell-swords through guild connections, I convinced them (a few well-placed coins go a long way) to train me to become a swords-man. They were untactful in their mannerisms, but they knew their way around a long sword!

[Bertram Anders]

The Crest of House Baxter