[center][color=00a651]Name:[/color] Gerad Olafson

[color=00a651]Age:[/color] 30

[color=00a651]Gender:[/color] Male

[color=00a651]Race:[/color] Human

[color=00a651]Mark of the demon:[/color] Gerad's right arm is covered in red glyphs and markings, most of which are the names of various demons. Occasionally the markings will flare up and begin to glow, usually when he's angry.  

[color=00a651]Profession:[/color] Stormbringer

[color=00a651]Appearance:[/color] 
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He stands 6'5 and has a muscular, athletic build. He is a tank of a man with a strong jawline and broad shoulders, his eyes are a deep brown. A light five o'clock shadow dabs his cheeks and jaw as the remnants of the last shave.

[color=00a651]Personality:[/color]

Gerad is an honor bound individual, or atleast he was before being banished by his clan. He maintains a general code of chivalry and tries to keep civilians out of his way, but if the matter is of importance he won't let anything stop him; especially not the lives of a few farmers. Being so tall gives him the ability to look down upon others, literally and metaphorically. He has an aura of superiority and ranks/titles mean alot to him in judging a man's character, second only to battle strength. Although he can keep a calm demeanor in public, one word against his honor and he'll gut you like a fish. Among his personal views also lies a hatred for anyone who treats people who have been "marked" like trash, having been expelled from his own family for such reasons.

[color=00a651]Bio:[/color]

Gerad Olafson is a member of a deep seeded bloodline from Buant, renown for breeding strong warriors and barbarians. The origins of his clan are unknown, but it's roots tie back hundreds of years before cataclysm. Being brought up in a clan house of this nature turn Gerad into  battle hardened sword swinger at a young age, he learned to swing a sword before he learned to dress himself. Furthermore he wasn't simply a member of the bloodline, he was the only child of the clan leader; a powerful man named Olaf. His father held the clan heirloom, a sword nicknamed Tyranny. The sword is believed to have been wielded by the original clansmen who founded the land that the hall stands on. Being the heir to the clan Gerad was entitled to the heirloom sword and leadership of the clan, which he inherited on his sixteenth birthday. This was customary in their culture, as with many parts of the realm the clan considers sixteen to be the age that a boy becomes a man.

Gerad managed the clan successfully for several years after being named the new leader, although he was known for being blinded by his sense of honor and ambition for the clan. Being the leader of a powerful clan, he often had to travel to meet with other family friends. It was on one such trip to Veiron ten years past that Cataclysm occurred. He was visiting a family associate in the city when the attack happened, He fought valiantly against the demons attacking him; but in the end there were simply too many. After slaying only one demon and being at death's door, Gerad fled the city on horseback and collapsed just outside under a small bridge.

When he had awoken, he felt different. It took him a moment to realize, but the arm he had used to strike down his adversary in the attack had been horribly changed. Bright red glyph markings covered it from his fingertips all the way up to his upper bicep. Gerad didn't know what to think of this, so he simply focused on returning home. It took him the better part of a day to return to his clan, and when they saw what the demons had done to him they wanted no part in him. He was cast out and banished by his own family, they attempted to take back the family blade; however Gerad was a gifted warrior and nobody in the clan was capable of defeating him. He left with the clan's most precious heirloom and turned to the life of mercenary with his clansmen behind him.

He lived the life of a sellsword for the better part of a year, doing small jobs for little coin; But finally he caught his break. An organization known as the Stormbringers had been reformed after Cataclysm and they needed manpower. Stormbringer recruiters visited Buant and hired every decent mercenary in town, Gerad among them. While most of the hired men couldn't take the pressure of going toe to toe with a demon, or simply weren't skilled enough; Gerad excelled. He was good at this new job, especially after being taught important battle techniques for demon combat. He has served in the Stormbringers for close to nine years, and he has slain several demons. In doing so he's risen to a high position in the organization.

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[b][u][color=662d91]Tyranny[/color][/u][/b]
The artifact blade passed down through Gerad's bloodline, Tyranny is a blade of unparalleled strength; or so the clansmen of Buant claim. It is made of an almost unbreakable divine steel and has a blade length of about three feet. The pummel of the sword features a bright blue crystal that gives the weapon it's qualities of legend. Using the power of the crystal, Tyranny can maniplulate and summon lightning. The crystal is linked directly with the user, so the powers are tied to Gerad's energy; however over a decade of use with the sword has trained him to control and utilize this energy with impressive efficiency. 

[b][u]Steel Plate Armor[/u][/b]
The armor of a knight, Gerad is quite proud of his armor's condition. Especially since it's so expensive, it took all the reward he got from slaying a demon just to purchase the suit of armor. Although he's never regretted the purchase, the armor has saved his skin more times than he can count with two hands. 

[u][b]Throwing daggers[/b][/u]
These are small knifes Gerad keeps strapped to his belt at all times, useful for small tasks and distanced targets.

[u][b]Wineskin[/b][/u]
Gerad's main source of refreshment, the container for his wine. Wine is quite popular with knights, who can blame them? But although he hates to admit it, wine isn't exactly something to keep you nourished on the battlefield. This is precisely why he pays the priests a large sum of money to bless his wine, giving it some small energy recovery capabilities. The process in which they do this never really interested Gerad, but he understands that it involves magic; not witchcraft. Which is all he needs to know.
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