[b]Username:[/b] Athoriel
[b]Name:[/b] Cedric 'Ced' Pryde
[b]Age:[/b] 24
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Rank:[/b] -
[b]Equipment:[/b] Cedric carries an Ambrosian longsword, medicine, a water skin and pair of Bolas on his belt. He also keeps misc travelling supplies on his dragon saddle such as a bedroll, rations, rope, etc. His ancestral suit of armour as shown below, comes embossed with the guilds sigil on his right shoulder.

[hider=Appearance] [img] http://orig15.deviantart.net/21b9/f/2012/113/e/4/knight_concept_by_quintuscassius-d4xbniz.jpg [/img]

Cedric is most notably seen in his armour standing at about 6'2", careful to not be seen without, but for those who catch the rare glimpse of the man beneath are met with a horrifically scarred individual. His body is roughly covered in a series of burns, that flow their way from his neck to his calves, he has dark blonde hair and ice blue eyes that stare coldly at those he meets. [/hider]

[b]Personality:[/b] Cedric is a quiet, even tempered individual, bound to the guild for the familial sentimentality it carries for him. He is quick to trust in those around him, having a generally kind heart, but is unforgiving to those who break said trust or exhibit behaviors that he believes are immoral. If justified, Cedric can achieve a capacity for darkness in his actions, acting cruel and detached to those whom receive his ire. 

[b]Short Biography:[/b] Cedric was raised in a hamlet located somewhere in northern Ambrosis, being subject to a rather ordinary upbringing, Ced had grown to be a fine young lad. He spent most of his days at his family farm, helping his mother and his cousins with the various chores, teaching him a sense of duty and how to take pride in ones work, he attended school with all the other children every third day, where he learned to read and write and the odd time or two he would get into a fight with the local bully, this taught him how take a hit. 

On every new moon his father would return from the south to visit his mother and him, regaling the wander struck lad with tales of dragon riding and the exploration of foreign lands, it was on a such a visit as this, that tragedy befell his home. Cedric was fourteen at the time, and had been sleeping merrily away, exhausted from his day of work and the excitable transfer he had had between his father, each catching the other one up on their prospective news.

Thick tendrils of smoke snaked their way up his bedroom wall, amassing in the roof space above, slowly a blanket of it descended on the young lad, whom upon taking in his next breath, awoke, panic gripping his chest as he began to suffocate. Tears blurred his vision as he rolled free of his bed, hitting the floor with a hard thud, greedily gulping down some clear air. It was then that the flames began to lick at his doorway, quickly encompassing it, screams and shouting were starting to be heard from elsewhere in the house. Absorbed in his own world of problems, Cedric's eyes dashed about, assessing the situation. Keeping low to the floor, Cedric crawled his way through fire and smoke, the beating of his heart loud in his own head as he struggled toward the exit. Waves of heat washed over him, as the inferno exploded around, drying the tears on his soot covered cheeks. He coughed and spluttered, his lungs burning as if they too were on fire, sharp bouts of pain struck at him as the flames grew, hounding him as he crawled onward.

He don't how he survived that night, but by some miracle he made it outside before the building collapsed, sadly no one else did. Not too long after, his fathers guild took him in as some kind of way to carry on his will. They supplied the young Cedric with a special medicine, an extract from a mountain flower in the southern steppes of Lunaris. It dulled the pain of his burns, and allowed him to bear the armour and weapons of his father, eventually training him to become a capable Dragon rider.

[b]Mount:[/b] -

[b]Other:[/b] [url] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkJlUIZ-rXw [/url]