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Name/Aliases: Arturus Chorster

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Appearance: [img=http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/valky667/Kosonpick_1.png]

Class: Warrior

Specialization: Guardian

Equipment: He has a set of iron armor that he decorated himself with various blue and white lines of paint that serve no real purpose. Just atheistic look also, he never wears the helmet. As well as the long blue sash that almost covers the entire side of his right leg. 
He has his shield that is decorated with the same colors as well and his long sword. He also carries an assortment of potions mainly for healing purposes. He also keeps random things that help remind him of home and other memories in his various pouches and what not. 

Personality: Being of guardian nature Arturus has this natural instinct to protect. When he first decided to go into training and become the soldier he is now he always had in mind the idea to protect the ones that could not protect themselves. He is generally easy going and it is easy to make him laugh. Even though he isn't that old he also always has a story to tell. That's another thing. Even though he serves to protect the man just can't seem to keep quiet. Granted if he is told to be quiet several times it will finally register in his mind to be quiet but other than that he loves to talk. He finds conversation helps ease the mind and body, except when on the battlefield. When he is in battle he seems to switch to a completely different person. A person who mainly keeps eyes on his allies and strives to see them make it through the fight. 
If one of his allies is ever injured during a fight with him he will blame himself relentlessly for it, saying that it was his fault. Even if the wound is so much as just a tiny scratch. 

Origin: Born and raised in Rivain Arturus grew up with three brothers all older than he. The brothers were all just like he is now, all wanting to protect, guess you could say that was where he developed his nature to protect. His family was also a very militaristic family and his father continued to tell him that he was going to be trained to become a soldier when he was old enough. When he was young he couldn't wait. But as he got older his eagerness seemed to die down and he was getting worried about it, as most new guys are. But he was able to breeze through the training easily and became a soldier to be called upon whenever needed. He didn't earn a name in the military as he often was never chosen to go on missions or campaigns that often. He did go on one or two. But after his second campaign the man returned home to decide that a life in the military was not what he really wanted. 
So he said his goodbyes and took himself elsewhere. During this time of his life he truly learned about how the world really was. See Arturus took up the life of a monster hunter so to speak. He did this with a small group that he became very close with. 
But after a year or two of doing that the group dissolved...because their leader had to..settle down or something. Equally bummed they all went their separate ways and Arturus decided to lay off of the fighting for a bit. 

After a year or so of staying away from the battles he caught wind of an expedition..so to speak. Something big. Not that he would know anything about it but the man who sought him out told him he could use a man like him. At first he thought he accidentally got his name out there, but the truth was this guy, or elf, that hired him was just looking for some muscle. 
The journey took them to a vast sandy area that had its ups and downs. The journey to bring some woman back to her old home and the group had its fair share of battles and to be honest Arturus didn't really care for the group that much...outside of fighting that is. It was during the fighting that he realized that he was not done fighting. He still had a fire, a passion, to fight and protect others. So when the journey ended and he returned to roam he continued to keep his eyes and ears open, offering his hand as a fighter.