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Lord of Altera
THE FORGOTTEN KNIGHT
Name: Ekaj Athos Colbas
Nickname/Alias: Athos
Age: Appears to be in his late 40's. His age has been lost to time, likely far past 2000 years by this point.
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Build: Tall, Muscular, yet slender in build.
Hair: Brown.
Eyes: Dark green.
Skin: Pale and fair skin.
Tattoos/Scars: Straight line scars on his chest.
Distinguishing Features: Very tall at 6'6".
Physical Flaws: Bad left knee, can't run for a long time. Struggles with swimming. He also hates to be in the heat.
Physical Qualities: Once quick for a man his size, his knee makes such movements a struggle. Good endurance. Very good with a long sword and shield.
Clothes: Brown wool pants, white hunting shirt with a leather strap. Hunting boots.
Hygiene: Decent Hygiene, good enough to not smell terrible.
Voice: Not to deep, but not near child like. Unless drunk, it often has a strong aura to it.
Family Heritage: Family came from a far land across a sea, a long time ago.
Object(s) owned of sentimental value: His sword, Winter's Steel, is his only family heirloom. He cares for it immensely. Wears it where ever he goes, and only takes it off when necessary.
Worships: When asked, he'll ramble about gods long forgotten without providing any real details at all.
Disabilities/Illnesses: Intense heat makes him sickly. Used to the snow, he doesn't like warm weather of any kind.
Intelligence Level: Not being schooled long, he know only the basics of numbers yet is a competent reader and writer.
Known Languages: Knows the Common Tongue.
Titles: Landless Noble, Lord of Eisen, Duke of Faust, Knight of the Kings Guard, Last of the Black Knights.
Political alignment: Unaligned.
Marital Status: Widower.
Personality: Good man, and enjoys the company of friends. Easily troubled by problems and is quick to search for solutions. A bit reserved in decision making. He has a somewhat crude sense of humor, and can be crass in his choice of words.
Fears/Insecurities/Phobias: Not a big fan of open water, he often tries to avoid swimming. Highly disfavors deserts, due to the heat. Small fear of lighting, as it was the cause of death to a friend.
Short Term Goals: Find purpose in a new world.
Long Term Goals: Finding Eisenfaust.
Alignment: Unaligned
Profession: Wandering Knight
Hometown: Eisenfaust
Current Home(s): ---------
Favorite:
Color: Blue
Food/drinks: Drink: Black Sheep Bitter; Food: Roasted Steak
Animal: Hawk
Activity: Drinking with a friend
Person: Seanathen Cambridge (may he rest in peace).
Least Favorite:
Color: Orange
Food/drinks: Food: Carrots.
Animal: Squid
Activity: Swimming
Person: ?
Relationships:
Biography:
Athos Colbas was born in the town of his ancestors, a small hamlet a few hundred miles from the first Port Silver, its a name now long forgotten. He had a brother, a sister, and his two parents. He grew quickly and would read and study in his home under the instruction of his mother. He quickly grew a liking for books, but when he reached adolescence, his father set him to work in the small village. He grew stronger as he worked, and his studies became neglected. At the age of 16, a trader passed through the town, telling stories of adventure and of cities far away. The village wasn't poor its size, but didn't have the money to buy the trader's finer wares. Most of the villagers bought tools for building and farming without much of a care for the tales of an outsider. Athos, however, was fascinated.
One night, when the trader was put down by a few too many drinks, Athos stole a fine steel sword, one of the few crimes he would commit in his life. After the trader left for another village, Athos slowly began practicing with this blade, but without proper teaching, it became clear he'd only ever be a novice at best. He yearned for something more than the life his town provided. Eventually when the trader returned to town, Athos approached him and begged to be taken to Port Silver, a city far away that he'd only heard of in stories. The trader accepted (for a small fee), ignorant, or perhaps indifferent, to the sword on Athos' belt. Leaving with out telling anyone but his younger brother, he traveled with the trader for many weeks, before arriving in Port Silver.
Two years went by, and Athos rationed his remaining money and worked odd jobs at the port. One fated day at the tavern, Athos met a man who invited him to join his small town as a guard. Accepting the man's offer, he moved into town hidden far to the north, in a land where it almost always snowed. For years, Athos trained in combat with the small sortie he'd come to command.
Eventually, however, he'd become disillusioned once more. By chance, he'd then meet a man preaching of a better, fairer way of life. "Justice is black and white," he said, and it'd become a mantra that'd shape the rest of Athos' life. He told of an organization and friends that would welcome Athos there. Athos up and left his second home that day, taking his sword and food. The organization welcomed him, and he fell into place there quickly. More years of vigorous training passed, and Athos was shaped and molded by the order that preached a simple, black and white view of justice in the world. Becoming the best with the longsword in the organization, he led in battles the organization partook in and climbed in the order. After all, it was just combat, why wouldn't it be? At the end of many quiet victories for the organization, its leader was killed. The organization fell into disarray, disbanded and abandoned its home. Athos, however, stayed. Through a curse or a blessing, time would pass, but Athos wouldn't age. He rotted in the organization's castle, a forgotten man in a forgotten place. To him, the time might've been but a year, to the rest of the world, millennia.
Athos survived the first exodus, the cataclysm. He, like everyone else, was forced to abandon his home. In a new world, he labored with a new purpose, to make a new home and order,. Labeled the grey knights, he rebuilt a castle in the image of his previous tomb. A self-proclaimed engineer, Seanathen Cambridge, joined Athos, and created a new home, the great fortress of Eisen and the village of Faust. The order lasted some time before those who joined along with Athos it had passed, leaving Athos alone once more, his effort failing after a mere generation. He, however, would preside over his third home as it persisted. Remaining his home for many Eventually, the fortress and town were found and sieged by the House of Lonmar. Finding himself with few options, he knelt to House Lonmar. This agreement proved beneficial for Athos, in a way. It led to an invitation to join the house from the King's Hand, and Athos would become a King's Guard due his skill with a sword. He was knighted and made lord of Eisenfaust by the king.
Athos' focus, however, was hardly with House Lonmar and the king. He focused on improving Eisenfaust, ignoring his duties abroad. As corruption spread about the world, he stayed at home, ready to protect it, unwilling to abandon his creation. In these times, the extensive library of Eisenfaust was his sole companion. He ignored the corruption as it tainted the world, far from the impact cities and populations. Some refugees found shelter in Eisenfaust, but few stayed long.
Years passed, and Athos stayed the same. Without the people to maintain it, Eisenfaust fell into decline. Athos had neither the funds, experience, nor desire to fix it. By the end of what should have been his natural life, he was alone in his fortress as it slowly crumbled in the frozen wild. It would not be long before Eisenfaust, much like Athos once again, was forgotten and lost to another exodus.
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"Now, Athos simply reclined by the fireplace of his inn room, as he ran an oily cloth along the blade of Winter's Steel. On its polished surface the pale man could see his reflection, illuminated by the nearby flames. Staring into the metal, he found himself thinking of the past—Eisenfaust, his old castle. The warring of ambitious kings, in the so-called "Game of Crowns"; the lost continent his ruined home sat on; the crossing to the new world. The memories are waning however, and what was once a cherished detail can hardly be remembered.
Many generations have passed since then... yet for most of this period Athos never aged, as if time had stood still. Though he does not know this, the old lord had been graced by ancient forces; he was made immortal, and witnessed empires and gods alike rise and fall. Others did as well, though they are few and far apart.
It was only until a few years ago, shortly before the Exodus, that he noted the first wrinkles appear on his face, the novel strand of grey hair. Whatever magic had kept him eternally young had finally ended, and the years began to take their toll."
- (GhostKairo)
His mind wasn't what it was, it'd been warped by thousands of years of quiet and effective solitude. His name felt foreign to him. If he hadn't found the remains of a tattered journal as he left that fortress, there'd be a chance it'd be lost to the wind, last spoken by gods-know-who. It remained hard for him to remember why he even left to begin with, in those days. What was thousands of years ago might as well have been a few days before on a bad day. On a good day, he simply knew it was long ago. As he searches now for a life long, long passed as again a mortal man, his the fog that clouds his memory has begun to slowly fade. Now, he begins to find his place in a new, strange world.
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