Name: Taegan Skalanis
Appearance:
He stands at about six feet and one inch, with a strong athletic body worn by decades of war, and fighting. Scars crisscross his body though he has managed to keep them away from his face. He is also missing his left pinky.
Age(20 and up): 132
Gender: Male
Race(Human, Wood Elf, Dark Elf, Dwarf): Wood Elf
Rank:(No rank higher than Knight-Lieutenant): Knight Lieutenant
Personality: Passionate, brutal, merciless, these words can all be used to describe Taegan as he takes much pride in the work he does, and does it without question as he fights against the darkness and evil that corrupts the world. He feels only a loyalty to the Covenant and that of the light, as he places a strong emphases on purging evil at all costs. He also has a thing for birds. He loves birds. He is also haunted by his past as the people he killed in the past rise up from the dead to meet him constantly whispering in his ears and speaking to him.
Bio: Taegan has seen and lived through many things others might have lost their minds doing. He grew up in a rather small wood elf village, and when he came of age joined the Ranger Scouts so as to help any time he was needed to help his people. It was during this time he moved to a village closer to human civilization and met his wife a human woman by the name of Nirna. He loved her and treated her like she was the most valuable treasure in the world. Several years after their marriage they had a daughter, Taegan named her Kasaya after a flower that grew wild around his village that was used in festivals.

He spent the years with his wife and child well loving them daily when he could, and going out on patrols with his elven brethren for days on end at times. It was during one of these outtings he found out Nirna was sick. Hurriedly he returned home to find that she had contracted a virus that caused the blood to build up iron to incredible levels and slowly suffocate the veins. It was called the black veins for the coloration the veins took on as the virus spread more and more. He held her hand tightly as her skin got more and more pale, her eyes becoming bloodshot as veins burst from the strain of the virus. He kissed her lips as they turned black her body covered in swirling black lines that were once pumping such precious lifeblood. It was later he found out that this virus was actually created by a necromancer and released upon several elves who then spread it around to other villages including to Nirna and several others in the village they lived in. That was when he decided to join the Dawn Covenant.

He spent plenty of time in the Dawn Covenant fighting the darkness back from mankind, but with each mission each monster, or being set on a evil path he became more jaded. The care for life that used to reside in him began to fade and was replaced with a care only for the retaining civilization and the light. He began to feel the need that any life was expendable if it was for the greater good. After a mission he returned home, to find his house a mess it had only been a month but it looked like it had been overgrown for a year. Upon entering the house he found his daughter sitting at the kitchen table a strange growth throbbing from her ear, and a witch he had been hunting for the better part of a year. The witch made Kasaya attack him and without hesitation he removed his daughter’s head from her body. “The evil within you was not your own doing.” he said softly to her, and as he descended on the witch her screams could be heard for what seemed miles in every direction.
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Magic: Cryomancy, specifically in creating temporary walls, or projecting his freezing abilities through his spear and into impaled enemies to finsiht hem off. He is also capable of making spikes of ice rise from the ground in a defensive measure.
Other: He rides upon a giant bird known as a “Kawika.” it’s flightless with long legs colorful feathers and sharp talons. Mostly resembling a Cassowary.
Taegan wears his old armor from when he was a Ranger and scout warrior for the Wood elves, the green light plate armor that overlaps better complimenting his fighting style than the heavier armor of the Templars. Although he wears his old armor he does wear the templar cloak so that he can pay homage to the order.
Post Example: Leather boots clad gently in a light dark green plate sloshed through the muddy streets of the village, small bits of wet dirt strewn to harden upon the shin guards of Taegan. He stopped next to two others of the Covenant who were at the moment executing a pair of women they had found hiding in a cellar. He watched as blades plunged into their chests and their bodies began to shake before suddenly stopping as the blade was plunged deeper and pulled out with a spray of blood. “Good work men. We do the work of the light here, we cannot allow the curse to spread, and so any who live here must die. Their very presence in this village may have claimed their soul for the darkness.”

His head turned to look at a door that was guarded by two more covenant members and moved easily across the mud towards it his hand on the grip of his sword as he pushed the door open with a creak. Inside the house was barely lit with only a few flickering torches. His eyes flicked over to where a man and woman were tied to chairs, their naked bodies glistening with blood and sweat as a torch hissed above them as it ate away at it’s fuel. He stopped in front of them and looked to the soldier who had been acting as torturer. “Have they spoke yet?”

“Yes they have Taegan. It seems that a witch came here and offered to cure several ill children in exchange for them taking upon a task for her which included them taking on a curse that would cause many of them to change into dangerous beasts.” He stepped slowly away from the Elder and his daughter to allow Taegan closer inspection.

Taegan tilted his head slightly as he looked into the eyes of the Elder and then into the eyes of the daughter. “Where is the witch now?” He as he picked up a fork off a table and began to slide it through the flesh of the elder’s hand between his fore and middle finger knuckles, twisting the utensil back and forth the scraping and cracking of bone audible throughout the home.

The agonized scream that erupted from the elder’s throat made Taegan wince visibly, but even in his pain he managed to speak. “I don’t know! She went west! Her name is Serana! That’s all I know I swear!” The grind in the knuckles suddenly stopped, but the feeling of the fork stuck in the elder’s hand was still there while Taegan had walked over to the elder’s daughter. “Don’t touch her! She didn’t do anything wrong! She’s not even cursed! It was a condition of the pact!” Then he couldn’t speak any more the slash of the blade had been so quick it was barely a glimmer of metal in his eyes, but he felt his own blood running down his chest from his throat. The blade had cut deep and as he coughed for air his head tumbled backwards hanging on a few strands of straining flesh before toppling to the floor with a thud as blood poured down the dead elder’s body the folds of fat flesh catching the crimson liquid and causing it to rivulet down to pool under his body in the chair.

Taegan’s attention turned back to the daughter and stared at her as well. “You remind me of my daughter. Young, beautiful, vibrant, full of energy and life. It was a rather hard day when I had to kill her, but there can be no hesitation in the face of evil.” He grabbed her jaw and lifted her head back looking her over. “Is what your father said true? Are you not cursed?” She nodded into his palm and he gave a sigh. “Then if that really is true.. I am sorry about this.” A gasp was all that was heard as his sword slid into her stomach, right above the navel and slide upwards under her ribcage, he knew he had hit her heart, as the blood poured more steadily around his blade than before. Slowly he removed the sword and stood up. “Burn this village… And all the bodies. We head west after Serana.”
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