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[hider=Sir Gormun]
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[h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Sir Gormun Vlandt, Captain of 3rd Platoon of the Vigilants and 2nd in Command of Hightower[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=6ecff6]Name:[/color][/b]Gormun Hectarious Vlandt
[b][color=6ecff6]Aliases:[/color][/b]Stone Wall
[b][color=6ecff6]Age:[/color][/b]42
[b][color=6ecff6]Gender:[/color][/b] Male
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[h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=6ecff6]Height:[/color][/b]5’9
[b][color=6ecff6]Weight:[/color][/b]208lbs~
[b][color=6ecff6]Build:[/color][/b]Gormun is a muscular man though compact. He looks nothing like a bodybuilder but seemingly has the strength of one.
[b][color=6ecff6]Eyes:[/color][/b]Blue
[b][color=6ecff6]Hair:[/color][/b]Brown
[b][color=6ecff6]Skin Tone:[/color][/b]Tanned white
[b][color=6ecff6]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] None
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[h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i][color=6ecff6][center]Loyal * Honest[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=6ecff6]Personality:[/color][/b] Sir Gormun is a bold man who has always aimed to positions beyond the class he has been born into. Years of experience have hardened him to the world yet that has not made him unkind. Rather, Gormun seeks to help as many people as he can but knows the reality of the situation may limit how much help he can provide and how much damage it may cause to one person for choosing to help someone else. He has never been one to give up as is shown by his rise to a captain of the Vigilants.
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[h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]

[b][color=6ecff6]History:[/color][/b] Gormun Vlandt, born of Patricia Illimund and Corbin Vlandt, was the middle child of his family and due to inherit next to nothing from his Father’s blacksmith business. Though having shown signs of being a good salesman and, having been a key figure in the running of his Father’s business, Gormun didn’t want to live the life of a salesman. Instead, the young boy struck out at the age of 16 and moved to the city of Hightower where he joined the guards of the city, eventually gaining the confidence to enlist in the military of Aurelion. His early years of the military were rather lackluster, more focused on being an envoy between the captains of platoons rather than actual combat.


After years of running messages, carrying supplies, and watching over stalls for vendors, Gormun finally saw action during a raid from Havarth. Battle was shocking to him, hardly being able to stand his own against the seasoned warriors from Havarth. Despite losing fifty of the near two hundred soldiers left in Hightower, Aurelion hardly won the battle. The raiders had left with nearly all the stores of valuables, including furs, and only five dead. Gormun fell upon his ideals to help rebuild the damaged Hightower, working with the people of the city to build fortifications. He slowly worked up the ranks of his company until the day a Vigilant commander took over the city. He admired the man of power, even going so far to assume the man’s first name as his middle name, and joined the Vigilants. Since then, he has been working across the entire of the Hightower area and down into the territory of Rilla.
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[h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=6ecff6]Character Quote:[/color][/b] "By my hand and that of the my Lord, we shall protect and serve."[/hider]

[hider=Lord Commander]
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[h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Lord Commander Arthur Vendam, Leader of the Vigilants and Lord of Nibben[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=6ecff6]Name:[/color][/b]Arthur Wilhelm Vendam
[b][color=6ecff6]Aliases:[/color][/b]The Valiant.
[b][color=6ecff6]Age:[/color][/b]67
[b][color=6ecff6]Gender:[/color][/b] Male
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[h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=6ecff6]Height:[/color][/b]5’11
[b][color=6ecff6]Weight:[/color][/b]224lbs~
[b][color=6ecff6]Build:[/color][/b]Arthur, despite his old age, is still very much muscular though he hasn’t seen combat in a long time.
[b][color=6ecff6]Eyes:[/color][/b]Hazel
[b][color=6ecff6]Hair:[/color][/b]Brown
[b][color=6ecff6]Skin Tone:[/color][/b]Nordic white
[b][color=6ecff6]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] None
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[h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i][color=6ecff6][center]Loyal * Zealous[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=6ecff6]Personality:[/color][/b]The cause of the Vigilants is what drives Arthur, it is what pushes him along the path he has gone through thus far. He devotes every waking hour he has to the ideals which he based the Vigilants off of, never straying from the past lest he be tempted by the darker ideals of his subordinates who fight for money and will kill if not paid. Always the optimist, Arthur has believed in the good of people and will fight for such a belief. To him, thieves can become normal citizens, murderers can fight for their people as much as they fight each other, and outcasts can integrate.


Yet, his illness has kept him in Nibben Castle since it struck him, leaving him bedridden or hardly able to walk without help at most. Though, that hasn’t stopped him from addressing his soldiers as well as he can. He fights against his illness to talk to the people, to give them hope, and to prove that nothing will stop him.
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[h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]

[b][color=6ecff6]History:[/color][/b]Arthur was born a noble, brought into the world with a constant silver spoon in his mouth. His mother coddled him, his father shut down his grandiose ideas of honor from the stories of Knights, and his own brothers pushed him around. He was given the teaching that any noble would have been; being shown how to read and write, how to ride a horse, and how to use a dagger to protect himself. But that life was not one he wanted to live. He wanted to be like the Knights of old, men who fought for honor and the good of the people. Arthur, despite his Father’s scolding and denial of him as an heir, joined up with a travelling few knights as a squire. He spent his first few years with them doing menial tasks, buckling on their armor for them and maintaining their equipment while doing physical training. It wasn’t until he was sixteen that he was even given the right to wield a sword in mock combat.


Years passed by, rather uneventful as they were even though he learned much from them, as the young Arthur was molded into a man by the knights he travelled with. His very world was changed by his decision has be became more in tune with the world and the way of the people around him. Combat with bandits had taught him quite a bit and fighting off raiders from Havarth had taught him even more. Then the cataclysm happened and his very world was torn apart. The monsters which came from the thin veil left torn open had brought the world into chaos. Arthur was lost at first, unsure what to do in his new world, until he saw the plight of the people who had been attacked by the monsters. Thus, the young Arthur struck out to establish the Vigilants with fellow soldiers looking to help the people. It took over a year to gather the forces necessary to fight off the monsters, but Arthur was diligent in his duty to bring them together. It was not until he heard of the death of his parents and siblings, the singular exception of this being his sister whom he had never met, at the hand of monsters that he gave the Vigilants his former home and now inherited castle as a base of operations. 
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[h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=6ecff6]Character Quote:[/color][/b] "We fight for the people, to protect and serve for them, and die for them. It is our honour to fight against the monsters for them." 
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[hider=Darathor the Scribe]
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[h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Scribe Darathor Howlin of Dröneholm[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=6ecff6]Name:[/color][/b] Darathor Magnus of House Howlin
[b][color=6ecff6]Aliases:[/color][/b]The Scribe, Old Man
[b][color=6ecff6]Age:[/color][/b]62
[b][color=6ecff6]Gender:[/color][/b]Male
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[h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=6ecff6]Height:[/color][/b] 4’4
[b][color=6ecff6]Weight:[/color][/b] 206~lbs
[b][color=6ecff6]Build:[/color][/b]Darathor is a stocky dwarf, a mixture of both muscle and fat. Though, in his case, mostly fat.
[b][color=6ecff6]Eyes:[/color][/b]Grey
[b][color=6ecff6]Hair:[/color][/b]Brown
[b][color=6ecff6]Skin Tone:[/color][/b]Slightly tanned and dirty white.
[b][color=6ecff6]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b]None
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[h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i][color=6ecff6][center]Know-it-all * Boisterous[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=6ecff6]Personality:[/color][/b]Darathor is your typical dwarf, loud and lively with a love for women, mead, and… knowledge. Unlike other dwarves, Darathor hails from a family of scribes who have long kept the history of their people, the city of Drönholm, and the Surface. His love for knowledge is so vast and left so unsatiated that it has long been said that he, and by association those of his family, are said to lust for books more than women. Adventure had never tickled Darathor’s fancy, though the allure of knowledge was far too entrancing to let the idea of being attacked by a random bandit stop him.[/hider]