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[sub]Arthur Wick | 44 | Human[/sub] [/center]
[indent][sub]A P P E A R A N C E :[/sub][/indent]
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[indent][indent]Though more often than not caught in his full plate armor when one does get a glimpse at what Arthur looks like under the silver plate they are treated to a view of a beaten and nearly broken man. Laced with both scars and wrinkles Arthur has lived a hard and unrelenting life of military service, and bears the marks to prove it without shame. His body is angular and sharp, almost even elven, standing at six feet and eight inches and with thin wiry muscles. He wears his straight hair long and flat, while his hair was once a dim brown, stress and age has drained his hair of color. Sporting a hearty and long goatee with pride Arthur, on the rare occurrence that he isn't marching around in full plate, can be found in an equally intricate uniform befitting his noble upbringing.[/indent][/indent]

[sub][Indent]M I N D :[/indent][/sub]
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[indent][indent]Arthur is a man bound by his honor. Many years ago he swore loyalty to Tarkus, and while his master has been warped, his oaths have not. Everything Arthur does is for Tarkus, his armor kept clean, his weapons sharp and his skill in battle honed so that he may uphold his oaths. Because of this Arthur often has a case of tunnel vision, thinking of nothing but how best complete his most recent orders, though perhaps this is simply because Arthur is avoiding thinking too hard on what he has done already in Tarkus' name.
In his years of war, especially the most recent years, Arthur has done many things that conflicted greatly with the codes of honor that his family imparted to him, and if not for his oaths to Tarkus Arthur would have attempted to run away years ago. Arthur was praised for his sharp wit from an early age, and learned speech craft and the sciences as a part of his noble upbringing, however as of late such skills has rusted, as Arthur slowly works to distance himself from reality.
Overall Arthur is an intelligent man, ever loyal, but cold as he tries to forget his bloody life.[/indent][/indent]

[Indent][sub]H I S T O R Y:[/sub][/Indent]
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[indent][indent]Born the third son of the Wick noble family during the rule of Caesius, Arthur was taught the noble arts befitting his station. As such he was made to learn the ways of combat, so as to join the Legions as a knight. With knowledge of fighting, strategy, and to a lesser extent the arts and how to conduct oneself in the courts Arthur was sent off to join the military. Distinguishing himself on the field of battle Arthur rose through the ranks, coming so close as to even become friends with Tarkus, before Caesius died.
With the death of the Emperor and the rise of the Hand came great turbulence. Tarkus maneuvered to fight the usurpers, and Arthur swore his eternal loyalty to Tarkus and his goal. At first it seemed that Tarkus and the legion would win, beating down the anthem of rabid murderers and monsters at every turn, however Tarkus was captured, and with him the conflict ended. Warped and defiled as his commander was however Arthur's oath of fealty still stood. The first order of the Legion of the Hand, now Endless, was to destroy the final few who rebelled, and among them was the Wick family in their fortress home.
It pained Arthur so much so that even still his dreams are haunted by that battle, Arthur had killed many members of his family, and their screams and final curses still ring out in his mind. After that red night Arthur became desensitized, and for several years lived simply to carry out his orders.
It has been many years since, and Arthur has still yet to fully accept his unfortunate fate, but knows of no way to change it while maintaining his vows and so simply carries on with his orders.[/indent][/indent]

[Indent][sub]M O D U S  O P R E R A N D I:[/sub][/INDENT]
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[INDENT][INDENT]Arthur is a master of the spear, and as such tends to frequent the front line. His fairly tall and lanky body mixed with his quick wit affords him great natural skill with such weapons, and the years of training and experience have only compounded this. Often marching into battle with a spear a foot taller than him he controls any conflict he enters, often outwitting his foes with feints and quick precise movements of his far reaching weapon.
While on a open battlefield Arthur can be found commanding phalanxes from the front, leading his men to pin enemy formations and tear apart cavalry regiments. Though due to the nature of the dwindling Legion Arthur has also had to ride into battle on horseback, favoring a lightly armored horse, dancing around enemies with speed and grace, shifting from his fairly reactive combat style on the ground to a heavily aggressive style in the saddle.
Not only does Arthur fight on the front lines though. Due to his acute mind and years of experience he has been known to frequent the general's tent, drafting plans and strategies though Arthur prefers to command from the field. And of course with the dwindling numbers of the Legion Arthur has been forced to act in the capacity of a quartermaster.[/INDENT][/INDENT]

[Indent][sub]O P I N I O N S  O N  O T H E R S[/sub][/INDENT]
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[INDENT][INDENT][i]Myaenthar'Sul[/i]: After an incident in which the kobold nearly impaled itself on Arthur's spear he has decided that the creature was more an annoyance more than an ally. While Arthur was amused by the possible uses that the creature's exploding bolts could serve it saddened the knight that such a potent weapon laid in the hands of a coward and a tripping hazard.

[i]Reika[/i]: A powerful comrade, who is worthy of respect. Arthur knows that should Reika be nearby on the battlefield that Arthur wouldn't be required in that area. Reika made for an interesting distraction outside of battle, and while Arthur wouldn't make an effort to seek him out, he did value the conversations and sparring sessions the two shared from time to time.

[i]Magatha Toil[/i]: Arthur highly respects Mag's skill with her chosen weapons, and appreciates the existence of such a skilled battlefield messenger and mage slayer, however her open and negative views of Tarkus are unforgivable. Luck would have it that the two rarely have need to converse off the battlefield.

[i]Aeudla Vesnat[/i]: Arthur distrusted her. She was a half decent archer, but aside from that she lacked much in the way of practical combat skills. And on top of that she used magic. As Tarkus had been warped by magic, Arthur held no great love for it and as such no great love for mages. 

[I]Saga-Hanir[/i]: Hanir was an interested character. While Arthur enjoyed having someone to converse with regarding the finer points of life and the nobler forms of combat Hanir was at times far too much. While Arthur enjoyed the taste of fine wine and the luxury of fine cloth this other noble appeared to be obsessed with the stuff. He also made a great effort to hide his scars, which struck Arthur as wrong twice over, once for the shameful act of hiding a scar and again for the inconvenience it cost the army to maintain Hanir's beauty supplies.

[I]Andrea Albane[/I]: A great pity. Arthur respected her skill at arms, but her lack of appreciation of any other art was a great pity. She was of great use on the battlefield, and perhaps that was all that mattered. Arthur merely accepted the fact that she was a byproduct of the world that they lived in, and hoped that few would follow the silver champion's example of wanton destruction.[/INDENT][/INDENT]
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