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Villager
Name: Arolous Fawx
Nickname/Alias: Fawx
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'11" or about 180 cm or 1.8 meters
Weight: 210 lb or about 95 kg
Hair: Short(not buzzed short) and flipped up in the front.
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Typical white or caucasian color with a light tan
Identifying Marks: A diagonal scar across the bridge of his nose
Appearance: A sell kept full beard covers his chin and jaw. He has dark blue eyes that show knowledge and experience. He has the arms of a swordsman from years of training. He carries nothing but his sword, the clothes on his back and some materials he gathers on his journeys.
Strengths: He is a very talented swordsman, and an OK marksman. Also, he works well under pressure.
Weaknesses and fears: He is afraid of spiders, particularly giant ones.
Religion and cults: He believes that what is not seen or heard or sensed, is not something worth believing in. Maybe someday he will discover what divine entity exists in this world, if any.
Profession: Once, long ago, he was a knight of a great kingdom. An evil spirit, thought to be the brother of god himself, set free the dark creatures of the night upon the kingdom. They destroyed the towns and murdered almost every one. He was know of the few survivors. Now he spends his days wandering slaying evil beings and helping others when he can.
Character Backstory:
It was a stormy night. The Circle of Knights, who served the kingdom of Valryn, guarding the people and making journeys across the land, had just finished fending off a large bandit raid on the city. The battle was 8 against 10, the bandits on the upper hand. Their disadvantage though, was that the knights were all experts with a blade. All of the bandits but 3 had foolishly rushed forward to greet the knights with their daggers and swords. The 7 were easily and swiftly dispatched before they even knew it. However, the remaining three were more clever. The one in the middle drew a bow with a smug smile in his lips. The other two slowly walked around the knights while drawing their swords. The marksman drew back an arrow, but before he could let it fly, a hatchet flew at him, thrown by Arolous, tearing through the bow straight into the bandit's left shoulder. He cried out in pain, clenching his shoulder. Fury blazed in his eyes. The other two bandits glanced over, startled by their leader's failure. While they were distracted, the other knights shamelessly slit their throats. Arolous slowly approached the bandit laughing. "Did you think that you and your pathetic little band could pillage a vast kingdom like this? Even if you had somehow managed to get past us, 70% of the city makes up our militia! You had no chance." The outlaw just sat there, holding his shoulder, laughing. He then reached into His pocket and withdrew a statue of the god of Altera. The statue had strange characters written in blood all over it. He began chanting in some foreign language. "What's he saying?" said Virn. "I have no idea," Arolous replied. "You're all doomed," the bandit said, in a different, demonic voice. He then began laughing and was quickly decapitated. There was an eerie moan all around them that lasted about 10 seconds then went away. "What was that all about?" The knights shrugged. "Let's head back to the barracks for some ale." The knights brushed the strange happening aside, paying it no mind. All of them but Arolous. When backk in the barracks, the knights sat at a table drinking the night away, while Arolous gazed out the window at the beautiful city, pondering the chanting and the statue and the moans. He looked down at the courtyard, and for an instant, saw a black shape fly behind a wall. Arolous disregarded it as his imagination. Just then a guard came running down the hall to the barracks. "Knights! He has invaded the castle! We are all going to die!" "Who?! Who has invaded the castle?!" Virn asked. "Him." The guards eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed on the ground, dead. "What the hell is happening?" "I don't know, but we have to get out of here. Now." There was a moan from behind them. They turned around, and there he was. It was god. But it wasn't. His eyes were completely white, no irises or pupils. It was god's brother, so they say. Him. Arolous leaped out the window into the emergency pool. The town was blazing with fire. People screamed and children cried into the night. Arolous looked up to the window and saw blood spray out of it, followed by seven large bodies. In terror and shock, he sprinted to the stable, mounted his steed and made haste for the Northern Frontier.
Nickname/Alias: Fawx
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'11" or about 180 cm or 1.8 meters
Weight: 210 lb or about 95 kg
Hair: Short(not buzzed short) and flipped up in the front.
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Typical white or caucasian color with a light tan
Identifying Marks: A diagonal scar across the bridge of his nose
Appearance: A sell kept full beard covers his chin and jaw. He has dark blue eyes that show knowledge and experience. He has the arms of a swordsman from years of training. He carries nothing but his sword, the clothes on his back and some materials he gathers on his journeys.
Strengths: He is a very talented swordsman, and an OK marksman. Also, he works well under pressure.
Weaknesses and fears: He is afraid of spiders, particularly giant ones.
Religion and cults: He believes that what is not seen or heard or sensed, is not something worth believing in. Maybe someday he will discover what divine entity exists in this world, if any.
Profession: Once, long ago, he was a knight of a great kingdom. An evil spirit, thought to be the brother of god himself, set free the dark creatures of the night upon the kingdom. They destroyed the towns and murdered almost every one. He was know of the few survivors. Now he spends his days wandering slaying evil beings and helping others when he can.
Character Backstory:
It was a stormy night. The Circle of Knights, who served the kingdom of Valryn, guarding the people and making journeys across the land, had just finished fending off a large bandit raid on the city. The battle was 8 against 10, the bandits on the upper hand. Their disadvantage though, was that the knights were all experts with a blade. All of the bandits but 3 had foolishly rushed forward to greet the knights with their daggers and swords. The 7 were easily and swiftly dispatched before they even knew it. However, the remaining three were more clever. The one in the middle drew a bow with a smug smile in his lips. The other two slowly walked around the knights while drawing their swords. The marksman drew back an arrow, but before he could let it fly, a hatchet flew at him, thrown by Arolous, tearing through the bow straight into the bandit's left shoulder. He cried out in pain, clenching his shoulder. Fury blazed in his eyes. The other two bandits glanced over, startled by their leader's failure. While they were distracted, the other knights shamelessly slit their throats. Arolous slowly approached the bandit laughing. "Did you think that you and your pathetic little band could pillage a vast kingdom like this? Even if you had somehow managed to get past us, 70% of the city makes up our militia! You had no chance." The outlaw just sat there, holding his shoulder, laughing. He then reached into His pocket and withdrew a statue of the god of Altera. The statue had strange characters written in blood all over it. He began chanting in some foreign language. "What's he saying?" said Virn. "I have no idea," Arolous replied. "You're all doomed," the bandit said, in a different, demonic voice. He then began laughing and was quickly decapitated. There was an eerie moan all around them that lasted about 10 seconds then went away. "What was that all about?" The knights shrugged. "Let's head back to the barracks for some ale." The knights brushed the strange happening aside, paying it no mind. All of them but Arolous. When backk in the barracks, the knights sat at a table drinking the night away, while Arolous gazed out the window at the beautiful city, pondering the chanting and the statue and the moans. He looked down at the courtyard, and for an instant, saw a black shape fly behind a wall. Arolous disregarded it as his imagination. Just then a guard came running down the hall to the barracks. "Knights! He has invaded the castle! We are all going to die!" "Who?! Who has invaded the castle?!" Virn asked. "Him." The guards eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed on the ground, dead. "What the hell is happening?" "I don't know, but we have to get out of here. Now." There was a moan from behind them. They turned around, and there he was. It was god. But it wasn't. His eyes were completely white, no irises or pupils. It was god's brother, so they say. Him. Arolous leaped out the window into the emergency pool. The town was blazing with fire. People screamed and children cried into the night. Arolous looked up to the window and saw blood spray out of it, followed by seven large bodies. In terror and shock, he sprinted to the stable, mounted his steed and made haste for the Northern Frontier.