[hider=Kaathe Oolacile] [center][h1]Kaathe Oolacile[/h1][/center] [h2][center]Appearance:[/center][/h2] [center][img]http://orig06.deviantart.net/05ea/f/2013/073/1/f/l2_dark_elf_by_clifferock-d5y0i38.gif[/img][/center] [hider=Armor][center][img]http://darksouls.wdfiles.com/local--files/armor/elite-knight-set-large.jpg[/img][/center][/hider] [b]Age[/b]: 34 [b]Gender[/b]: Male [b]Race[/b]: Dark Elf [b]Rank[/b]: Knight Templar [b]Personality[/b]: In a word: Pessimistic. Due to a traumatizing experience earlier in his life, he had forced almost all sense of caring out of his mind. Though he thinks logically, and would still attempt to help someone when needed, he has resigned himself to allowing fate to go whichever direction it wishes. The deaths of others-and even the thought of his own demise-slightly amuses him, as it only proves to him that he may have been right to discard that caring. [b]Bio[/b]: Born in one of the cities of the larger islands of Nalrokar, Kaathe was expected to grow to become one of the strongest in their city. Unfortunately, that was not what he was. Physically, he was weaker than most, and as such, he was constantly berated and beaten. More than once, he found himself in a dispute that left him limping and bleeding after it's resolve. When he was younger, he tried to get stronger. Learning all that he could in order to prove that he was strong. Of course, his losing streak would not be deterred by this determination. Still, he continued to move forward. Going on with his futile goal. Eventually, he had gotten into such trouble that he was dying on the ground, a failure. It was at this moment, where he took a look at his life. What had he done? What was the point? Why was he so afraid to lose? Was it death? Was it because he would find himself in a situation just like this one if he hadn't gotten stronger? Well, there he was, and he didn't care. It was all idiotic anyway. Why try to do something when fate clearly meant for you to do something else? It was a waste of time. His life had been a waste of time. He survived that little experience, but now he had lost all manner of caring. He would do whatever would normally do, only this time just on a whim. He accepted anything that happened, and simply moved on. It was in the Past anyway. It wasn't his problem anymore. The next time he found himself in a fight, he won. Apparently his new outlook on life had granted him a calmer mind, and a clearer sight. He easily overpowered his opponent with what he learned. Funny how fate works. When he wanted to win, he lost. Now that he could care less, he tastes victory...and it tasted like the air he had been breathing from the moment he was born. As all others from his near-death experience onward, he joined the covenant on a whim. It was because of this, he had never gone up in rank. Not that he would care, anyway. [b]Weapons[/b]: PRIMARY: [hider=Spear] [img]http://i.imgur.com/n4rofxe.png[/img] [/hider] [hider=Decorated Crossbow][img]http://darksouls.wdfiles.com/local--files/crossbows/sniper-crossbow-onhand-large.jpg[/img] [img]http://darksouls.wdfiles.com/local--files/crossbows/sniper-crossbow-onhand.jpg[/img] [/hider] TERTIARY: [hider=Dagger of the Crestfallen][img]http://i.ytimg.com/vi/whnEm2v1RA8/maxresdefault.jpg[/img][/hider] [b]Magic[/b]: [list] [*]Illusion/Nostalgic Moment (Creates an illusion out of the memory of the user. It lasts for a maximum of two minutes) [*]Cryomancy/Freezing Imbuement (imbues an inanimate object with freezing properties) [*]Cryomancy/Liquid Tendrils (Creates up to 4 tendrils of water that extend to a maximum of 7 feet, provided there is a significant source of water nearby to craft them out of) [/list] [b]Other[/b]: [hider=Opinions on Others] None yet! [/hider] [b]Post Example[/b]: [hider=Here's your example] The squires, the pages, the initiates...they walked onward in the light of day, going about their training and duties. As one would expect, a majority of these youths were excitable, and fantasized about slaying beasts and monsters becoming heroes and legends. How innocent of them. Even when enduring their training and lessons, they dream of how they would earn such titles. One of these youths was simply making her way, when she had noticed a Dark Elven knight, sitting alone. Curious, she approached him. Her curiosity only grew when she noticed that the knight had a conflicting look on his face. His eyes were half-closed, with a look of melancholy shadowing over them. However, his mouth was slightly curved into a small grin. The girl was confused, as the two expressive looks seemed too incompatible to simultaneously exist on the same face. Intending to satisfy her curiosity, she looked at him and asked, "Excuse me, milord. But may I ask you something?" "[color=0054a6]What is it?[/color]" replied the knight. "It's just that, you seem to be hiding your sorrow. Why is that? What happened?" The knight looked at the girl for a moment, and then chuckled quietly. "[color=0054a6]You think yourself a good judge of character, child? You seem to have missed your mark this time.[/color]" The girl was even more confused. "[color=0054a6]It's just these new knights I had passed earlier. They were talking to each other about how they were looking forward to combating strong monsters...How inexperienced. They'll likely meet their deaths once they find how powerful beasts can be. It's a shame really. They might have been dreaming about a chance like this all their lives. Oh well. Whatever happens to them happens, and they will return different than when they leave.[/color]" "Sir, why would you say such things?" said the girl, astonished. "[color=0054a6]Because it is the truth. There is no guarantee of safe return, and dreams of glory will only hinder them in their little battle. Dreams have no place where they will go. Still, the inexperienced and the foolish will go. Some will die, and others will be broken, but they will move ever onward, I suppose.[/color]" The girl looked down. She was regretting ever coming into contact with this knight. The dark elf saw this, and spoke again. "[color=0054a6]If you wish to be a knight that survives battles, you must accept the fact that you may die. You must take on the gravity of every battle you have fought, are fighting, and will fight. You will be hurt, placed in bleak situations, and even face your death, but this is a given. Accept them, and you may live through your battles. Cast a blind eye, and you will certainly meet some sort of end. Whatever the case, it matters not to me. Do what you will. Whatever happens will happen. It's no concern of mine.[/color]" The girl, now with something to think on, thanked the knight for his time. As she began to leave, she had found that she had not asked his name. So she returned to him and did just that. "[color=0054a6]Does it really matter? I'm one of the less memorable knights...fine. My name is Kaathe.[/color]" The girl tilted her head at the strangeness of his name. "[color=0054a6]Now go. I've a headache from this one-sided conversation.[/color]" The girl nodded, and walked off, back to her duties. Kaathe simply continued to look down, and think to himself once more. [/hider] [b]Theme Song[/b]: [hider=Majula][youtube]v=D8ShsHeYkeI[/youtube][/hider] [/hider]