[b]Name[/b]: Phae'ox [b]Race[/b]: Lares [b]Age[/b]: 44 [b]Gender[/b]: Male [b]Class[/b]: Knight [b]Stats[/b]: [b]Strength[/b]: 6 [b]Dexterity[/b]: 1 [b]Endurance[/b]: 3 [b]Psyche[/b]: 1 [b]Intelligence[/b]: 0 [b]Wisdom[/b]: 0 [b]Charisma[/b]: 0 [b]Luck[/b]: -1 [b]Fate[/b]: 1 [b]Alignment[/b]: Lawful good [b]Faction[/b]: Religious (Janous, Crone, Ulatek and Sin Ashari) [b]Appearance[/b]: See picture. [hider=Picture][img]http://s21.postimg.org/5yf4letxz/Male_Knight1.jpg[/img][/hider]Leather straps on the back against the armor to "sheathe"(fasten) the sword. Rough and thickboned, otherwise general Lare appearance. [b]Personality[/b]: In one word: [i]Sturdy[/i]. Calm in most situations and friendly. Values respect and as such unfounded disrespect is frowned upon. Believes in the light and the stories of old, the stories of his people. [b]Equipment[/b]: See picture. Standard under-armor-wear-thingies such as tunic and wool padding etc. Hooded cloak that's large enough to fit over the armor and sword when sheathed. [b]Items[/b]: Journal, ink + feather pen. A pendant with the symbols of Janous, Crone, Ulatek and the Ashari respectively intertwined. (Janous embracing a diamond-like shape with Crone at the top, Ashari in the middle and Ulatek at the bottom). Attire for casual wear. Tools and reagents for armor and weapon maintenance. (Clean, sharpen, minor repairs etc.) [b]Abilities[/b]: Blacksmith [b]Skills/Spells[/b]: Class: [b]Stonestance [/b](main style): Immobile style which boosts defense(parry) and counter attacks. [b]Windstance [/b](sub style): Sweeping style which is good vs multiple enemies, boosts attack. [b]Smokestance[/b] (minor): Flowing style which relies on remaining in motion boosting dodge and speed. [b]Blessing [/b]- A short prayer to Sin Ashari or any god embuing you with power. (Buff) Sin Ashari prayer: [b]Holy Blade[/b] - Infuse your weapon with holy power increasing the damage done by 1d4 as holy. Depending on vulnerability take ½ or x2 holy dmg - or - [b]Heal[/b]- heal a character for 2 * own character level. Racial: [b]Darkvision [/b](minor) [b]Magic resistance[/b] (minor) [b]Background[/b]: Phae'ox is no stranger to battle. Nicknamed "the Rook" after both personality and combat technique: standing his ground unyielding on the battlefield, a pillar standing steadfast without wavering. He belongs to the [i]Stone Wardens[/i], one of many orders of which one trains to become a knight. Each order focuses on different teachings and swordstyles. He was once a brilliant knight but was called by the Ashari to lay down arms and prepare. Years went by and for what he still doesn't know. [hider=Introductory Post] [b]Introductory post:[/b] Phae'ox is no stranger to battle. Nicknamed "the Rook" after his personality, but also for standing his ground in combat. A pillar standing steadfast without wavering, his mere presence on the battlefield lay the foundation for victory. Or so it was all those years ago when he was younger, before he heard the call of the Ashari like never before. A call to lay down arms and prepare... [i]The sound of swords clashing against eachother was overwhelming. The sound of shields shattering and screams of agony filled his mind. The stench of mud and gore was overwhelming. Something wasn't right, there was a shadow filling the battlefield. Devouring the light. He felt the weight of the armor and his sword was heavy in his hands as it got darker and darker. All the sounds around him were getting smothered by a thundering roar that grew and grew and as the darkness enclosed on him it was as if the waves of a mighty sea and the thunder of the fiercest of storms collided inside his head. It was coming for him. It was coming for everyone and everything. He had to do something! He swung his head around in a desperate attempt to find help but it was too late. The darkness crashed into him and he let out a piercing cry as he was swallowed into nothingness.[/i] Suddenly there was nothing but stillness. He lay there in the darkness, out of breath and drenched in sweat. He raised is hand towards the ceiling and it was just about visible, which ment that the sun would rise in a couple of hours. The hard bed underneath him made his back ache. He still hadn't gotten used to it after all these years. He sat up with a heavy sigh. This wasn't the first time he had this dream. But this time it had been different. He had felt the weight of his armor and the grip of his sword. He got dressed in a hurry and made his way down the stone corridors with long and heavy strides. He had seen his fair share of battle in the name of Crone the Glorious and Sin Ashari alike. But the dream was something else entirely. Something terrible. This was before he had been called upon by the light all those years ago. He had known that he was supposed to prepare, but prepare for what? Now he knew. He finally knew. As he turned down the last corridor he pushed the thick wooden door open. The dust lay heavy and whirled as he unveiled what lay beneath the heavy cloth. He brushed his fingers over the armor as it showed his reflection. The sword gleamed in what little light was let in the room. He held it up and the familiar weight soothed him. The time of preparation was nearly over. It was calling him. [b]It was a call to war.[/b] [/hider]After having a recurring dream Phae'ox finally takes up his sword once again. Hearing that the grand coronation is taking place with all the races gathering in one place, he sets out on a quest to find some answers. [b]Other information[/b]: Gets along well with animals due to his calm and respectful nature.