Age: 34

Gender: Male

Race: Dark Elf

Rank: Knight Templar

Personality: 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.

Bio: 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.

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• 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)

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Name: Donovan Redpath
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Dark elf human hybrid
Rank: Templar

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Appearance
He stands an average 5'10" and weighs in at 170 pounds of lean muscle. Being half dark elf, Donovan has an unkempt mane of white hair atop his head along with red irises, but these features are usually concealed by magic; in their place are untangled black tendrils and viridescent eyes. Possessing a refined nose, pointed ears, and and an angular face, the knight's elvish descent very visibly crafted his face. Complementing his good looks is his porcelain skin. Among his few blemishes are the scars all over his body, either originating from combat or the use of blood magic. When unoccupied he can be seen chewing on the herbs he loves so much or playing with his nails.

Donovan's usual attire consist pieces of leather armor, jackboots, and battle gloves. Adorning the warrior's body are his weapons: a knife sheathed at the his waist, a knight's sword by his side, plus his bow and quiver on his back. His most prominent garb is his white leather mask that displays a zipped toothy smile which stretches from ear to ear and two black dots where his eyes should be; however, the mask's appearance can be altered to whatever he could imagine it to be. In his usually full pockets are poisonous herbs, candles, and a tinderbox along with a small container of flammable liquid. He conceals it all under a black cloak.

Personality
Defined by his two contrasting upbringings, this templar is evidently the offspring of a man and a monster. From his father Donovan gained his humanity and his mother his ferocity. Like his old man, he's kind and generous by default, and loves to make friends to be loyal to. He's an adventurous dreamer who likes to assume the best outcome is possible and that every human is kind.

Until familiarity breeds contempt. He is unmistakably a dark elf when in combat, doing whatever it takes to win, be it biting into your enemy's throat or gouging their eyeballs out. His bow, sword, and combat gloves display his versatility and ability to adapt to whatever situation he is in, this combined with his cunning and dauntlessness making him a formidable foe. The power-hungry, ruthless man doesnt seem like much of a knight, being suggestible and having no strong moral code. His other unchivalrous traits are his seeming vanity, boastfulness, and desire for glory and fame.

And if there is anything that could match his ambitions it would be his fears. Among the is his fear of becoming as deplorable as his mother outside of combat, the dark elf marauder gang his mother was in, losing, dying, loneliness, and being inadequate.

History
Donovan's story begins with his mother's hedonism. Lilith Redpath was a deplorable woman, most of her time being spent pillaging and playing with her beloved prizes, and support in the form of a band of marauders made self-gratification even easier. After once another victory, the bandits were looting the corpses while Lilith looked through the leftovers for any particularly handsome human bodies that lusted for angels; her promiscuity extended to all races and ignored things like whether or not someone was alive. However, the poor soul of her picking hadn't quite departed his body yet. Using his illusion magic the pulverized templar tricked his attacker's senses into continuing to believe he was dead. Following the ordeal, the savage continued to wreak havoc until the growing baby inside of her forced her to be pushed to sidelines. Believing the pregnancy to be the result of an encounter with the head of the gang, Lilith played with the idea of having a child.

There were no problems with the pregnancy and its result was an exceptionally strong kid. Donovan was raised like any other dark elf, minus any free time. From the moment the dark elf human hybrid was born, he lived and breathed combat. Lilith raised him to be her own little soldier and trained him to do everything she told him without question. The boy would fight other elf children in the marauder camp, for victory meant glory and loss meant condemnation. With mother's approval on the line, the little one fought like a beast, and as reward he would receive lessons in training the Redpath's hereditary branch of necromancy. Everything was relatively violent for a while.

At the age of 9, a group of templars led by his father raided the temporary settlement. The knight got his revenge and decapitated Lilith before immediately being assaulted by a much weaker Donovan, but the boy could not better his dad in combat. It is during this fight that—despite his racism and being constantly reminded by the event— Kaiden learned to love his son. He convinced the child that he was his father before scooping him up and taking him to the human world.

Donovan was raised within a new human family which consisted of a nicer mother, a father, and a little brother; the latter being his first real friend. On his 14th birthday, the naive boy decided it would be a good idea to go adventuring, and in the end his little brother pays when a monster disemboweled him; in return he brutalized the creature. Afterward, his father enrolled him into the covenant, believing that he had a talent for killing monsters, but the 14 year old saw it as his dad wanting to get rid of him over killing his one wanted son. He knew damn well how many people died in the convenant, seeing as how he is an ex-templar. His father offered him the family sword before he left, which Donovan denied. Following many years of training, he finally became a templar.

Magic

• Necromancy-Blood Magic: Dead Matter manipulation- A hereditary branch of necromancy that allows him to manipulate the dead parts of a being he killed/dismembered. Be it making the corpse explode or making its blood pierce through its skin and into and unarmored opponent, Donovan can do it.
• Necromancy-Conjuration: Capable of reanimating corpses and summoning demons that wont kill him if he is lucky.
• Illusion: He owns a mask that boosts his almost nonexistent skill in illusion magic. Without the mask he can change what the color of things look like. Yup. That's about it. With the mask Donovan can entirely change his visage.
• Necromancy-Mad st00pid magic-Purposeful Possession: Not so much of a magic skill as it is suicide. This magician has played with the idea of allowing a demon to control his body and destroy anything around it, be it his opponents as well as his allies. Never actually performed it and he doesn't plan on doing so due to the risks.

Other:
-He is ambidextrous
-Has incredible spitting prowess

Theme Song: The Deadman's Waltz