[hider=King Pridemoor, the Royal King][center][h3][u][b]King Pridemoor[/b][/u][/h3] [img]http://img08.deviantart.net/315c/i/2014/206/a/4/such_dandy_by_bizarrejuju-d7s6w1b.png[/img] "This land deserves a crown, and with it, me." [u][b]Gender[/b][/u]: Male [u][b]Age[/b][/u]: 26 [u][b]Series[/b][/u]: Shovel Knight [u][b]Species[/b][/u]: Human [u][b]Role/Occupation[/b][/u]: The Absolute Ruler of This Town ((Actually just a do-nothing.)) [u][b]Skills[/b][/u]: Pridemoor has all the skills needed to be the king: [b]Royal Flair[/b] - No other character shall be as dazzling as Pridemoor. [b]Royal Strut[/b] - No other character shall have as glorious a strut as Pridemoor. [b]Royal Confetti[/b] - No other character shall have as glorious a rain of confetti like Pridemoor's. [b]Royal Blood[/b] - No other character shall be as worthy of the throne, as he was king [s]once[/s]! [u][b]Home[/b][/u]: Pridemoor was first to claim the largest house as his, claiming it to be the closest thing to a new castle. He nailed a large sign spelling out "Pridemoor Keep" on the front door, and has ever since tried to decorate it as such. Despite his royalty, the house is a pigsty, Pridemoor having no servants to clean his royal halls. Like a King would do his own laundry... His throne is the largest, puffiest chair he could find in the village. [u][b]Personality[/b][/u]: Pridemoor shouldn't have to express himself. Just one flip of his cape should make the [i]strongest[/i] of rulers weep in inferiority. If you must persist however, we shall explore your ruler's cunning mind once more... His one wish in life is to be king. The absolute ruler. The most prestigious figure in all the land. His peers are just subjects clueless to the presence of their king. When given the slightest opportunity at controlling something, he is budging and pushing his way to the front of the line. He was born a leader after all. At least that's what he tells himself. And he'll do whatever it takes to show the world just who he is, by [i]any[/i] means necessary. Despite all of this, he is at heart just a child wanting attention. [u][b]Backstory[/b][/u]: Once a member of the 'Order of no Quarter', this knight seized Pridemoor Keep and took the throne for himself. He lavished in his few days of royalty, before a blue interloper came along and struck him down. Our poor knight was put to work in the kingdom he once ruled, moping floors under an inferior king. Until... [u][b]Life in the Town[/b][/u]: When he awoke in the town, he shared the same horrofied reactions as those around him. Momentarily. For after a few moments he realized that this was but a blessing, a second chance to take the throne in a land that was his. With the peasants distracted, he found the largest house in the village and claimed it his own. "Do not fear, my flock of sheep," He proclaimed to his subjects on the roof of his new kingdom, cape fluttering in the wind, "For I am your king, Pridemoor, and together we shall thrive!" To this day, possibly only a tiny number of the townsfolk would think of him as any type of leader. Yet he spoke of himself as such, for a whole year, strutting around the town with his gold armor glistening in the uncommon sun. At feasts and gatherings he would address himself as the fanciful royal guest of honor, of course getting a plate before anyone else. When hunters returned he would be generous and give them his royal approval. Yes, his presence in the village had quite the impact. Without him, many of those poor peasants wouldn't have lasted a day. I mean, how was one supposed to clean the vegetables without Pridemoor's rain of congratulatory confetti? He was their ruler... they just didn't talk of him much. [u][b]Prized Possession[/b][/u]: His crown. Or, the original King Pridemoor's crown. Before being abducted by the fog, he had sneaked into the throne to hold his old crown once more. He took it with him, and now claims its gold to be his mark of royalty. [i](Crown actually not made of gold.)[/i][/center][/hider] [hider=Kled, the Cantankerous Cavalier][center][h3][u][b]Kled and Skarll[/b][/u][/h3] [img]http://pre05.deviantart.net/2287/th/pre/i/2016/262/6/e/kled_and_skaarl_by_vegacolors-dai7h6l.jpg[/img] "I'm Kled, and this here's Skaarl. Prepare to die." [u][b]Gender[/b][/u]: Male. Skaarl is Female. [u][b]Age[/b][/u]: Older than murder. [u][b]Series[/b][/u]: League of Legends [u][b]Species[/b][/u]: Yordle and Desert Drakalops [u][b]Role/Occupation[/b][/u]: Lookout... [i]for his own property.[/i] [u][b]Skills[/b][/u]: Kled is a rather... feisty one. In short, a devastating fighter. [b]Bear Traps[/b] - It's not Kled's old land, but he knows how to get him a bear dinner... and Skarll an intruder dinner. Has a tendency to tie them to ropes for, well, [i]combative reasons[/i]. [b]Violent Tendencies[/b] - The yordle is psychotic, ready to pick a fight with anyone that enters his property. Kled is a beserker in battle, a complete horror of a combatant. He attacks swiftly, courageously, and [color=red][b]never backs down from a fight.[/b][/color] [b]Jousting[/b] - Kled is already a ruthless opponent, but riding Skaarl, he becomes horrifying. [b]Skaarl[/b] - Skaarl is literally immortal. Can never die. She's also cowardly. So she runs when fights become to drastic, leaving her friend behind. [u][b]Home[/b][/u]: Kled's home is a small little shack a mile off from the town. His [i]property[/i] is the entire forest. All of it. All the trees, the mountains, the little rivers dotted around in it, it's [b]all[/b] his. And for months no one has contested it. Kled is so determined that the forest is his, that he tries on occasion to push through the trees towards the tower. However, he's never gotten there. He claims that one day he's just going to riding going until he gets to the tower's doormat. That tower's inhabitant is as much an intruder as any other. [u][b]Personality[/b][/u]: Through years and years of war and bloodshed, combined with old age, Kled has gone a [i]teeny tiny bit crazy.[/i] He has no friends, isn't willing to make any new ones, and is satisfied with the company of his 'loyal' lizard Skaarl. Rather, those in the town are just intruders waiting to happen. He's ready for them though, with bear traps and a hungry lizard to feed. On occasion, Kled [i]might[/i] side with the town if it means getting others off his property, but the truce is always short-lived. [u][b]Backstory[/b][/u]: Kled has fought in every noxian war, and is rumored to have never ran away from a single fight. He has earned every military rank and reward throughout his battles. At an old age however, he retired, claiming a large part of noxian land as his and killing [i]anyone[/i] who trespassed. [u][b]Life in the Town[/b][/u]: Kled wasn't afraid. He was angry. Horrifically angry. So angry that he was ready to kill every last figure that stood in front of him. However, he didn't. Protocol 239: Neutrality before location awareness. Skarll was full anyway. About twenty minutes into the group talking, and Kled noticed the tower. Protocol 56: Towers often have evil, conflict-causing wizards in them. He mounted Skaarl and dove into the woods. This was the last time Kled ever set foot in town. For days he rode towards the tower, only finding the trees stretch on and on without him making progress. In a rage, the duo turned back. He needed to recollect himself. He needed a sip of mushroom juice. In the long hike back he formed a plan. They would need time, and some space. A lot of it in fact. So, two weeks after vanishing, in the dead of morning, a sign appeared at the edge of the woods. Turned towards, in words made with berry juice and deer blood, read: [i]Kled's Property: Interlopers fed to Skaarl![/i] Many more signs would follow as the year went on... [u][b]Prized Possession[/b][/u]: Skaarl, his one true friend in this world. Through thick and thin, despite the worst fearful betrayals, Skaarl returns and stands with her yorlde... as long as he has fish.[/center][/hider]