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.

Description
Born: 1144 Height: 5'6" Weight: 128lbs Build: Wiry

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 (Other Languages), Arthritis, Poor Hearing

Reputations
Iron Fist (Sherwood) 2

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

Key Abilities
Brawl, Awareness, Carouse, Folk Ken

Languages
English 5

Typical Gear
Quilted Cloth, Dagger, Bludgeon, Quarterstaff

Opinions on Others
Mages Arianwen - A quiet lass, but she ain't half as bad as most mages here. At least she lets us go about our business while she does... whatever it is mages like to keep so mysterious. 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. Rian - God knows what the damn crows see in him, 'cause he freaks me out. Still, better to have him on my side than not, I reckon.

Companions Lady Tessora of Artois - I worry for the kid - someone that gentle weren't made for a world like this. Still, maybe that's why we need more folk like her. 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 Cuthbert - Knows his shit, that's for sure. Though it beats me why a lad would spend his life learning about the rich bastards. It ain't exactly like he's gonna be one, is it? Gillian - Poor girl's clearly sweet on young Will. Not sure why, the boy's an oaf, but it's painful seeing that mopey look when he's not about, and that yearning look when he is. 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...