Wyvern740
Lord of Altera
Name: Sarketh
Nickname: His old comrades in arms called him "Soldier", of course, all commanders called their troops that, but no one bothered to try to say my name correctly so they just called me that.
Age: I lost track while stuck in the Sorrowlands... I'm probably in my thirties.
Gender: Male
Race: I look like a human, I never asked my parents about it, but I think I am... But I know one thing, I'm a native Alterian, born and raised here.
Hair: Brown, but for some reason it can turn black..
Eyes: Sometimes has that killer stare, from all that killing to save his life, but mostly his red-blue eyes contain the pain of a shell shocked soldier.
Skin: White, but has scars in many places, with stories for all of them.
Identifying marks: You can usually tell by the way he walks, avoids people, and treats the young that say that they've seen all the horrors of the world with cruel disbelief. He has many scars, but the biggest identifying mark, is one never heals, it just keeps bleeding.
Strengths: Other than being a survivor, and having brilliant survival instinct in dangerous situations, he is also a decent fighter, if he wasn't, he would have been killed long ago.
Weaknesses: In the Sorrowlands they fought armies of unspeakable creatures, but they also fought bandits and other fighters, he is excellent at fighting the horrors of the night, but being so shell shocked, it brings back too many memories to fight another person effectively.
Fears: Oh, he has many fears, he just doesn't show them, back in his fighting ground, those who show weakness are the first to get killed.
Profession: He is a retired soldier. They where sent into the Sorrowlands to clear it of hordes of creatures, but as you all know, the Sorrowlands boat stopped working, they where shipwrecked.
Personality: He's a shell shocked soldier, he's seen a ton, but when he was coming back home, fighting for survival, he was hoping that Altera was going to be relatively peaceful so that he could settle down, and live a quiet life, but no, he returned to see some of the last immigrants packing up what they could to escape the corruption and get to the Exodus. He can be relatively calm, unless you doubt what he's been through, or treat war like a game.
Family: He had parents and a sister, but came home and found out they where killed by the Corruption.
Hobbies: Usually telling youth stories of his past, sharpening his sword, and making small cuts in his arm in order to release the pain of his memories.
Religion: He dosen't believe in the gods, the gods would never allow what he's seen to happen.
Some of his story:
We where hearing stories, but we never thought it would be this bad when we arrived, the creatures of the night where starting to become organized, and thats why people where abandoning it. We had tents and equipment, but somehow I doubted the tents would be so helpful in our survival in the night. And I was right of course, on the first day, a man was shot, the arrow went straight through the tent and hit him in the back of the neck. Usually skeletons don't shoot you unless you're practically in their face, waving a torch around right? The guy was barely visible, only his toes sticking out of the tent, yet it aimed and hit its neck.
"Soldier! Take three of your fellow fighters and take out that skeleton while we pack up to evacuate, I have a bad feeling about this... meet us at the ruins after you have done so. "
Without a word, I picked up my cheaply made iron sword, and gathered our raided party, and off we where. Something wasn't right though.. As we approached the skeleton, it didn't seem to see us, so we continued up behind it... into a trap. Seven spiders leaped out of the bushes behind us, taking down Nilis, one of my friends, it severed his spine with its powerful jaws. Another leaped onto my chest, by instinct, I swatted it, but that was foolish, it was a massive spider, almost the size of me! It tried to go for my throat, but I kept moving my head struggling, so, it decided to bite my shoulder. I let go of the spider, clutching my arm while it was still on me, trying to bite me, but in my struggle, I fell, and the spider on top of me hit a jagged rock, saving me, and impaling itself. I went to go help the others, when I saw twenty more spider climbing down the massive valley walls...
Nickname: His old comrades in arms called him "Soldier", of course, all commanders called their troops that, but no one bothered to try to say my name correctly so they just called me that.
Age: I lost track while stuck in the Sorrowlands... I'm probably in my thirties.
Gender: Male
Race: I look like a human, I never asked my parents about it, but I think I am... But I know one thing, I'm a native Alterian, born and raised here.
Hair: Brown, but for some reason it can turn black..
Eyes: Sometimes has that killer stare, from all that killing to save his life, but mostly his red-blue eyes contain the pain of a shell shocked soldier.
Skin: White, but has scars in many places, with stories for all of them.
Identifying marks: You can usually tell by the way he walks, avoids people, and treats the young that say that they've seen all the horrors of the world with cruel disbelief. He has many scars, but the biggest identifying mark, is one never heals, it just keeps bleeding.
Strengths: Other than being a survivor, and having brilliant survival instinct in dangerous situations, he is also a decent fighter, if he wasn't, he would have been killed long ago.
Weaknesses: In the Sorrowlands they fought armies of unspeakable creatures, but they also fought bandits and other fighters, he is excellent at fighting the horrors of the night, but being so shell shocked, it brings back too many memories to fight another person effectively.
Fears: Oh, he has many fears, he just doesn't show them, back in his fighting ground, those who show weakness are the first to get killed.
Profession: He is a retired soldier. They where sent into the Sorrowlands to clear it of hordes of creatures, but as you all know, the Sorrowlands boat stopped working, they where shipwrecked.
Personality: He's a shell shocked soldier, he's seen a ton, but when he was coming back home, fighting for survival, he was hoping that Altera was going to be relatively peaceful so that he could settle down, and live a quiet life, but no, he returned to see some of the last immigrants packing up what they could to escape the corruption and get to the Exodus. He can be relatively calm, unless you doubt what he's been through, or treat war like a game.
Family: He had parents and a sister, but came home and found out they where killed by the Corruption.
Hobbies: Usually telling youth stories of his past, sharpening his sword, and making small cuts in his arm in order to release the pain of his memories.
Religion: He dosen't believe in the gods, the gods would never allow what he's seen to happen.
Some of his story:
We where hearing stories, but we never thought it would be this bad when we arrived, the creatures of the night where starting to become organized, and thats why people where abandoning it. We had tents and equipment, but somehow I doubted the tents would be so helpful in our survival in the night. And I was right of course, on the first day, a man was shot, the arrow went straight through the tent and hit him in the back of the neck. Usually skeletons don't shoot you unless you're practically in their face, waving a torch around right? The guy was barely visible, only his toes sticking out of the tent, yet it aimed and hit its neck.
"Soldier! Take three of your fellow fighters and take out that skeleton while we pack up to evacuate, I have a bad feeling about this... meet us at the ruins after you have done so. "
Without a word, I picked up my cheaply made iron sword, and gathered our raided party, and off we where. Something wasn't right though.. As we approached the skeleton, it didn't seem to see us, so we continued up behind it... into a trap. Seven spiders leaped out of the bushes behind us, taking down Nilis, one of my friends, it severed his spine with its powerful jaws. Another leaped onto my chest, by instinct, I swatted it, but that was foolish, it was a massive spider, almost the size of me! It tried to go for my throat, but I kept moving my head struggling, so, it decided to bite my shoulder. I let go of the spider, clutching my arm while it was still on me, trying to bite me, but in my struggle, I fell, and the spider on top of me hit a jagged rock, saving me, and impaling itself. I went to go help the others, when I saw twenty more spider climbing down the massive valley walls...