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[h1][color=9e0b0f]Renault R. Dreshdae[/color][/h1][h3][color=9e0b0f]The Templar[/color][/h3]
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[color=9e0b0f][b]Age/stats:[/b][/color] Renault is a thirty two year old adult male that weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds. Comprised almost entirely of muscle due to the heavy weight of his armor and shield building his physique over the years. His armor and weapons are balanced but weighs in at a hefty ninety four pounds, resulting in him weighing at a total of three hundred and four pounds. He is six feet, eleven inches tall.

[color=9e0b0f][b]Facial appearance:[/b][/color]Underneath his shoulder length dirty blonde hair, his slate gray eyes are constantly scanning the countryside, watching for danger. His small nose picking up on the scent of creatures nearby, picking out the magical scent he was taught to recognize. A heavy blonde stubbly beard-stache covers his square jaw, ending in a slight point on his chin, above his moderately thick neck. Wrinkles from stress over his family and years of hardship make themselves known underneath his slightly recessed eyes. The occasional pockmark dots itself on his cheeks and if one looks closely, they may see a dimple on his chin, underneath the stubble.

There is a scar on his lower lip from being split at some point in his life, just as there is another scar on his right nostril and across his left eyebrow. His thin, smooth, eyebrows are often furrowed either with worry or combat readiness. 

[color=9e0b0f][b]Armor:[/b][/color] He utilizes a several-hundred-times repaired Heavy Templar armor gifted to him on the day he was recognized as a Templar Elite. Specially shaped to deflect sword blows and arrow impacts, he is the equivalent of a brick wall when he takes a solid stance. Carries and uses a large Templar tower-shield that sits on his arm lengthwise to make use of his whole arm to absorb impacts of all types and still grant him the freedom of easy movement when the need arises. 

[color=9e0b0f][b]Clothing:[/b][/color] When he is not in armor, which is rare for him as he feels more comfortable in it, he wears a dark blue tunic and black cloth pants. He has a pair of leather boots as well for if he needs to scout around.

[color=9e0b0f][b]Weapons:[/b][/color] Renault uses the sword of his father, a [url=https://i.imgur.com/71g8uGI.jpg]Templar Elite Longsword[/url] that has been tempered and sharpened to near perfection by master Yenanin smiths several times over the years. It has never let him down. Finally, he presents himself a danger to even distant foes with his [url=http://www.needmoregifts.com/img/mzlo914.jpg]Heavy crossbow.[/url] A standard for most Templars, his is no different. On his upper right shoulder, he has strapped a small bolt quiver that is filled to the brim with 40 steel bolts.

[color=9e0b0f][b]Miscellaneous Items:[/b][/color] He has a tan wolf-hide satchel that rests on his tailbone that holds many of his survival items he needs to live. Flint, tinder, his clothing, hunting knife, bread and a canteen of water. Around his neck is a steel chain that holds a small pewter medallion depicting an ancient wolf on the front. On the back the words [i]"I Love you, Renault. Stay strong, for you are always in my heart. - Cynthia"[/i] are carved into it.

[color=9e0b0f][b]Biography:[/b][/color][i]"So, Renault, What's your story?"[/i] Tara said, breaking the silence that  had taken hold of the camp that evening. The Templar was silent for a time, his gray eyes peering back and forth slowly. As gazes started to turn towards him, he finally relented and started to speak. [i]"I hail from  Yenanin to the far West. I was one of their Templarious Sudum. Templar Elite. My order was directly responsible for the culling of magical entities and creatures within the country. My particular group was known as Monstroso Aquiline, Monster Slayers.

"I was wealthy, had a wife, a son. Lived in the cloud district among the rich and well off. A good life, until a fell beast called the Ragnarorin was sighted at the slaughter of a once peaceful hamlet on the border regions. A massive monster as large as three horses that could conjure lighting with nary but a thought. It terrorized the countryside. It moved faster than my compatriots and I could track it. When we had finally gained ground and cornered it, it had destroyed and  slaughtered seven more cities. It had come to it's end at the crux of a  main trade route. A large city that had well over two thousands people occupying it's walls. Merchants from all over the land passed by the city on their way to the outlying hamlets and bergs. We had arrive a few hours too late to save the city, but the monster was still within. We charged in and attacked the beast. It was heavily armored, it's bones protruding from it's scaley skin. It looked like a Truuvan, but morphed. It had shot lightning at us with it's command over the magical elements around it. Every time it did, we felt weaker, as if it sapped our very life force with it's attacks. We had used all of our arrows, spears, and bombs on it, but it had held up against every attack we could muster. It was a full three hours before the dust could finally settle and the dead were laid to rest."[/i]

The Templar shifted in his spot as he noticed that the others had leaned in  to listen to his story. He was growing nervous. [i]"W-We had taken the beast down, losing all of the hunters besides myself and one other. The casualties were immense and, instead of praise, we were punished  severely. As the only elite, the blame was cast onto me for their deaths. My compatriot was executed and I was cast into exile. I was to  be burdened with the shame of surviving the ordeal, I was separated from my family and friends, never to see them again. My fortune was confiscated and my family was thrown into the poor district to suffer. For months I had received only a few letters from my wife that had to be delivered by old friends. They had adjusted well enough to survive but In the last letter, she had told me that my son had passed away from  plague born from the rats that infested the poor district. Even though friends from outside the city had pitched what they could and finally opened their doors for her to live in, I had decided to venture here to Lydia to seek my fortune and pay for my wife's passage from Yenanin to here...thus is  why I'm putting my life on the line for this sage."[/i] He grew silent for a time, obviously reflecting on his family still in Yenanin. What's left of them at least. He started to idly twirl the pewter medallion around his neck, mired in his memories.

[color=9e0b0f][b]Extra:[/b][/color] Renault is a typically nervous man by nature. He is wary of those around them, enjoys his solitude, and dislikes being watched for extending periods of times by those he is not conversing with. He has severe trust issues. Not because he finds himself above those around him, which he doesn't, but because he is in a land that is at war with his homeland. Many times in the streets he recognizes family members of those he has killed in the past. Regardless of his trust issues, he still recognizes himself as a knight and a Templar. He will always defend the weak against those that with to harm them and will always listen to those in need. However, as a Templar, those with magical abilities are subject to his prejudice. He would not come to their aide unless they meant something to them.