Name: Quinn
Nickname/Alias: Dfx
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 230 pounds
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Skin: Tan
Identifying Marks: Red Cross
Appearance: Tall warrior with a bright cross burning on his armor
One day, many years ago, 12 year old Quinn lived in a small village called Satem. He was bigger for his age, about 5'7: at that time. He lived a happy pilgrim life. He was the only child, and had to parents whom he loved very much. Life could not get much simpler for this happy child.
But one day, a great evil rode into his village. The king of the country, Stazinum, had arrived. He was a devious man, who's ambition was unmatched. He taxed the people in his country heavily. Although many hated him, none rose to end his reign of terror. He rode into the the center of the town and called all the villagers to him. They all went, confused of what what happening. Quinn's parents decided to leave him at home, as they did not know what was happening, and didn't think that he needed to be involved. Quinn followed them secretly until they reached the town square, where all the other pilgrims were, all crowded in. Guards surrounded the area. Quinn didn't want to try to sneak in for fear the guards would catch him. He climbed onto the top of a building for a better view. The king began his speech, "Dear villagers of Satem, I have been told that you are not paying your taxes!" The villagers mumbled in protest, because they knew they had, but no one spoke out against him. "SILENCE," Stanzinum screamed, "There will be consequences for this outrage!" With this, he raised his gloved hand high into the air, and spoke two words to his soldiers that would change Quinn's life forever. "Kill them," he said, and so they did. Quinn watched hopelessly as they killed everyone he had ever known or loved. Having enough of this bloodshed, he ran home and into his room. A note was laying on his bed. It read "Dear Quinn, we are so proud of you. You are a strong boy and will make it through this. I was once a knight for a sacred order called the Templars. It is your duty to carry on this task and end Stazinum's rule. Go now, open the chest in my office with the key under this paper." Quinn lifted up the paper and sure enough, under it, was a key. He took it to his father's quarters. He had never been allowed in here. Right under his desk, was a large chest. He opened it and inside was...a full set of gleaming armor. He no longer heard the screaming of the villagers as they were slaughtered. They must all be dead. He saw flames beginning to lick at his house. They were burning the village! He pulled on the leggings, chest-plate, gloves, and boots. And there, under all the rest of the armor, was a helmet with a red cross on it. He pulled in on, and just as he did, the house collapsed, and the last thing he saw was a burning red cross flashing before his eyes. He knew what he had to do...kill Stanzinum, and at that moment he felt great, more powerful than ever before...This is what it felt like to be a Templar!
Nickname/Alias: Dfx
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 230 pounds
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Skin: Tan
Identifying Marks: Red Cross
Appearance: Tall warrior with a bright cross burning on his armor
One day, many years ago, 12 year old Quinn lived in a small village called Satem. He was bigger for his age, about 5'7: at that time. He lived a happy pilgrim life. He was the only child, and had to parents whom he loved very much. Life could not get much simpler for this happy child.
But one day, a great evil rode into his village. The king of the country, Stazinum, had arrived. He was a devious man, who's ambition was unmatched. He taxed the people in his country heavily. Although many hated him, none rose to end his reign of terror. He rode into the the center of the town and called all the villagers to him. They all went, confused of what what happening. Quinn's parents decided to leave him at home, as they did not know what was happening, and didn't think that he needed to be involved. Quinn followed them secretly until they reached the town square, where all the other pilgrims were, all crowded in. Guards surrounded the area. Quinn didn't want to try to sneak in for fear the guards would catch him. He climbed onto the top of a building for a better view. The king began his speech, "Dear villagers of Satem, I have been told that you are not paying your taxes!" The villagers mumbled in protest, because they knew they had, but no one spoke out against him. "SILENCE," Stanzinum screamed, "There will be consequences for this outrage!" With this, he raised his gloved hand high into the air, and spoke two words to his soldiers that would change Quinn's life forever. "Kill them," he said, and so they did. Quinn watched hopelessly as they killed everyone he had ever known or loved. Having enough of this bloodshed, he ran home and into his room. A note was laying on his bed. It read "Dear Quinn, we are so proud of you. You are a strong boy and will make it through this. I was once a knight for a sacred order called the Templars. It is your duty to carry on this task and end Stazinum's rule. Go now, open the chest in my office with the key under this paper." Quinn lifted up the paper and sure enough, under it, was a key. He took it to his father's quarters. He had never been allowed in here. Right under his desk, was a large chest. He opened it and inside was...a full set of gleaming armor. He no longer heard the screaming of the villagers as they were slaughtered. They must all be dead. He saw flames beginning to lick at his house. They were burning the village! He pulled on the leggings, chest-plate, gloves, and boots. And there, under all the rest of the armor, was a helmet with a red cross on it. He pulled in on, and just as he did, the house collapsed, and the last thing he saw was a burning red cross flashing before his eyes. He knew what he had to do...kill Stanzinum, and at that moment he felt great, more powerful than ever before...This is what it felt like to be a Templar!
