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[center][h3][color=008000]"Don’t worry, the cavalry has arrived. Now we can all die together."[/color][/h3][/center]

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[b]Name:[/b] Mikhail Faust

[b]Nicknames/Title:[/b] The Emerald Lancer, The Sour Knight

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Marital Status:[/b] Single

[b]Age:[/b] 20

[b]Sexuality:[/b] Straight

[b]Family Ties:[/b] Son of a minor noble of Jotenvarr

[b]Class:[/b] Cavalier

[b]Weapon Mastery(ies):[/b] Lances and swords

[b]Inventory:[/b] Silver Lance, Iron Sword, Vulneraries

[b]Personality:[/b] There are very few people as blunt and honest as Mikhail in this world. This stems from the fact that he sees lies, even kind ones, to be a waste of time and thus wants nothing to do with them. Unfortunately, this often results in him coming off as a harsh or even heartless individual, even though that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

On top of being painfully honest, Mikhail also has a penchant for being snarky. There is very little that escapes his sarcasm, much to the dismay of those around him. Of any given group, he is the one to play the devil’s advocate, mostly just to see how people justify their stances on things. And it is important to note, that while he is snarky, he is not necessarily dismissive of others in most cases.
 
But if one is able to get past his sardonic exterior, they will find a man that is fiercely loyal and capable of being truly kind to those he cares about. Yet his kindness is something that can be difficult for most people to appreciate. 

[b]Biography:[/b] Mikhail’s early life was simple and predictable. He was of minor nobility, so he was exempt from many concerns that others had to face. As he grew up and saw firsthand the lengths others had to go just to put food on the table, the boy began to resent the unfairness of it all. While this was one of the primary causes of his sour personality, it also led his desire to improve things for those not as lucky as himself. 

However, being the third son to a noble with little land left Mikhail with few options. He could either grow old in the tiny shadow of his eldest brother or join the military and try and make a name for himself. Needless to say, he joined the military as soon as he turned 16.

Four years passed and Mikhail had found his calling in life. Mounted combat had come naturally to the noble as did lance play. The war with Alistaf left him with new scars, but also some renown. So when the King’s call for new recruits reached him, Mikhail knew that he had to answer.

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