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[center]Name: Ansgar Staudinger 

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Appearance:
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Standing at just over 6'1", Ansgar plays well to his already naturally long reach, having a fairly lean and thin build. Wiry muscles make up his strength beneath his attire, which is fairly light and indicative to an evasive stance over a sturdy, taking blows head on one. His garb does not indicate a formal army standing, at least by most standards, but it was the standard for men of his guard unit, so he continues to wear it proudly.

Weapon: Currently uses a humble halberd, well worn from use as a guard before serving as a soldier in his kingdom's army, led in an attempt to link the fire of his realm and stave off the darkness, and undead, and the style he wields it in lends itself well to other styles of polearms. He favors the weapon but, when pressed, does carry a dirk for handling opponents he can't in close quarters, due to the size of the polearm and the problem it creates in confined spaces.

Armor:
Ansgar's armor doesn't cover any joints, and it is meant to provide lightweight protection to what was considered critical areas in his time. Each piece is made out of sturdy black iron, trimmed down from true black steel, although it still imparts the resistance to flames, or perhaps they became that way during his time fighting, one could not readily say. But, beyond the greaves, gauntlets and shoulder pads, one hidden under his tattered cloak, he relies on mobility over sheer, raw armor.

Curse: Unkindled

A Brief Tale:
Ansgar was from a kingdom centrally located in his time, focused on commerce and lacked any single, massive capital, instead being split up into many smaller fiefdoms. Each fiefdom maintained its own guards, and Ansgar remembers having served the one that tended to lead the kingdom, before an outbreak of undead conincided with an upsurge of demons assaulting from the north. Ansgar was part of a grand army sent to stop the demons, and the last thing he remembers, fighting alongside undead and human alike, was a blistering heat unlike what the demons could muster. Ansgar knows he died that day, and yet, the tolling of bells is not something readily resisted.[/center]

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