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[b]Your king has arrived![/b]

[hider=The Decadent Dandy][h3]King Knight of Pridemoor Keep[/h3]

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[i]"Quote? What for? My Character Sheet? Why...? To show my personality? Ha! How naive Mr. Salmon! Like I should have to force some pretentious line of dialogue to give my subjects an ideal of [i]my[/i] strong leadership potential! Get out of my sight you mere lamprey, and don't come back unless you have news on positions of power and/or future queens!"[/i]

[b]Universe:[/b] 
Shovel Knight

[b]Personality:[/b]
Pridemoor takes, well, much [i]pride[/i] in himself. He has a very strong, commanding presence about him. He is charismatic, charming, and attentive to those around him... when he chooses to be. Pridemoor is also very flamboyant and full of himself on a consistent basis. He is also a smart person. However, his intelligence is often overshadowed by his lack of understanding for politics. His over usage of incorrectly used [i]fancy words[/i] doesn't help to show his brain either. The knight values power and admiration above all else, and dreams of reliving his days at Pridemoor Keep; his desire to rule once more inspired King Knight to call himself Pridemoor. Pridemoor believes himself to be of royal blood, when technically he's not. Insults towards his past of being a [i]Self-Proclaimed King[/i] will often push him to raw anger.

[b]Powers/Skills:[/b] 
Pridemoor isn't just a king, he's also a knight! A King Knight if you will! He knows how to fight. 

[b][s]Brief[/s] Bio:[/b]
Pridemoor, as he now calls himself, was once the great ruler of Pridemoor Keep. Well, he didn't really [i]own[/i] the property, he just overpowered the previous king with the Enchantress' mighty army. In his one week of glory, he spent his time doing the most kingly of things: practicing his royal strut, perfecting his wine glass gestures, searching for future queens at Pridemoor tavern, [s]getting rejected,[/s] picking the color of confetti for his grand entrances. Pridemoor felt like a king, because he now was one, the only one that mattered, and all other kings sucked, because they weren't Pridemoor, and there was only one Pridemoor, and that was Pridemoor.

However, we live in a cruel world where all things good must end. For when that dastardly shovel fiend [i]visited[/i] Pridemoor, he not only refused to bow to our beloved king, but he also swindled him of his possessions and throne! Pridemoor Keep was taken over shortly after, and the original was king re-crowned. And what of our poor, far more superior king? He was forced to clean the halls of his [i]OWN[/i] kingdom! How unfair! How rude! How can someone unworthy of the throne march in and take it from Pridemoor? It was despicably uncanny.

However, as we do live in a cruel world where all things good must end, we also live in a cruel world where all things good must end where the good can also be reincarnated into something grand. For a month into this forced labor at Pridemoor Keep, our poor, dethroned king was mysteriously taken away against his will to a bizarre, strange land. Here, he found [i]dozens[/i] of leaderless peasants. Pridemoor quickly realized this to be a gift from the gods themselves: a new kingdom for Pridemoor to rule over!

However, as we do live in a cruel world where all things good must end where the good can also be reincarnated into something grand, we also live in a cruel world where all things good must end where the good can also be reincarnated into something grand save for the times where the good isn't grand and you're left in a worse standing than before. Pridemoor quickly found himself unable to forcefully take the city over without an army. When he became apart of the community's politics, he couldn't get enough support to keep himself in the race. Rather easily, he was ultimately beaten by his much more qualified opponent. They aren't even of royalty! They can't rule over a people like Pridemoor can!

After three years of living in Crisis City, Pridemoor has found himself comfortably apart of the community. He is currently unemployed, as he was recently fired from his job at the local cafe for his temper towards customers. Pridemoor now spends his time hosting house parties in attempt to earn political support. Pridemoor hopes to run for mayor once more, very soon. This great land of Crisis City deserves a [b]King[/b], and nothing less!

[b]Equipment:[/b] 
His kingly armor, his kingly crown, his kingly staff, an outdated book on politics, an expired driver's license, and his kingly cape.

[b]Others:[/b] 
He is in search of a future queen! To claim this hot piece of ass for yourself, mail in your resumes today! You'll be entered in a sweepstakes for [b]Queen Knight's[/b] Throne! Other participating rewards include the last slice of pizza from yesterday's dinner party, a thirty-minute praising session where [i]you[/i] get to scream your love for Pridemoor, and a ride to work from Pridemoor himself once he renews his driver's license.[/hider][/center]