Name: Jacen Bright

Age/Race/Gender: 27, Human (Westmarch) Male

Physical Appearance:[url=http://www.deviantart.com/art/Paladin-279152355] Jacen Bright [/url] His eye color is blue

Armor/Clothing:Same as above execpt his torn and slashed white cloak is missing his helmet also has angel wings on it

Weapons/Inventory: Falchion,dagger,water skin, bedroll, lamp, rope, and a couple of coins from his homeland

Skills/Abilities: Jacen is a master of the sword, it is like an exstenson of his arm, he is also very skilled at mounted combat, he also knows how to read and write, he is also very good at strategy and tactics.

History: Jacen was born to a noble family in Westmarch, his family given their nobilty status due to his fathers skill as a knight of the realm, there Jacen was taught things of the court like politics,how to read and write, geography, mathematics as well as other things that would make him a better leader of his fathers house, how to ride a horse, how to fight with a sword, and how to lead an army, when Jacen was 13 he left his homeland a hedge knight who lent his services to anyone who needed it.

Life as a hedge knight brought him all over the world, and he fought for those who needed him, on his 16th birthday, the boy fell in love with a small village in Westmarch and hung up his sword, there he settled in as a protector of the town and eventually fell in love with a blacksmiths daughter who he planned to marry, but that all ended in a flash. A year later a terrible plague hit the town, killing the blacksmith and his daughter, as well as most of the town, he fled the town before things got worse, there he got drafted into the kingdoms army to deal with peasant uprisings, he did things he didn't want to do, things that haunt him to this day. He put whole towns to the sword, slaughtered under equipped farmers, he thought things couldn't get any worse boy was he wrong.

Years later the Blightlord came onto the scene and the armies of Westmarch fell before him, Jacen nearly died many times, but finally he had enough and fled from service dishonoring his families house but keeping his life the shame of quitting the field still lives within Jacen, not having anywhere to go he fled for his fathers holdings, but what he found shook him to his core, his father sat on the walls impaled upon a spear the manor was partially burned, the rest was collapsed, going inside he found his mother partially eaten in the room she shared with her husband, but he pressed on finally standing in the grand hall where his father held guests, and great feasts, he found servants who had been eaten alive on the tables, sellswords and others impaled on spears and wooden beams guts, and blood spattered the floor and walls, and the stench of death was heavy in the air, this sickened Jacen, but it also enraged him on the bodies and blood of the dead he swore he would kill the blightlord even if it was the last thing he ever did and even now till this day that promise is the only thing keeping him going.