Giles "Old "Iron Fist" Giles" "Jack" Cooper

"I've forgotten more fist fights than you've ever been in, sonny."

Having spent almost his whole life farming in the village of Stratford, Giles was well-known locally as someone who is easy to get along with, and someone with whom you should endeavour to. He once even got so far as to be crowned the Nottinghamshire Fisticuffs Champion of 1165.

Despite his advanced age and rough life causing cauliflower ear, arthritis and his general physical decline, Giles remains a very capable fighter, having often taught the local lads how to throw a punch and slip a grapple.

Though he didn't see as much action as he would like due to his local fame, he had the opportunity to stay sharp playing in the village's traditional football game. Unfortunately it took a turn for the ugly, and Giles along with several others were arrested and due to be executed by Guy of Gisborne. After being broken out by the magi of Sagehollow, he accepted their offer of employment as payment for his continued existence.

Characteristics
Strength +2, Stamina +2, Dexterity +1, Quickness +1, Perception -1, Intelligence +0, Presence -1, Communication +1

Virtues
Improved Characteristics, Lightning Reflexes, Tough

Flaws
Ability Block (Illiterate), Arthritis, Poor Hearing

Personality Traits
Brave +3, Loyal +2, Proud +1

Typical Gear
Quilted Cloth, Dagger, Bludgeon, Quarterstaff

Opinions on Others
Mages Essel - The lass seems alright, as they go. Doesn't give me the heebie jeebies like a couple of the others. Not one to get on the wrong side of, though - that glare of hers isn't something I want to be on the receiving end of again.

Companions Little John - A big lad with an even bigger mouth. Definitely seems to know his way around with that axe of his, but how can you be that damned big and be that damned useless in a brawl?

Grogs Silk - Slippery little fella, ain't he? Comes across as friendly enough, but one to watch your coinpurse around.

Theopania - Not sure who to be more wary of, Silk or this lass. Quiet and watchful - those types are either as dependable as they come, or likely to stab you in the back. It's funny, though - I can never seem to get her face in my mind's eye. Must be my age catching up...