[hider=Ahnciel]Name: Ahnciel Sinclair

Age: 71 (Modeled to appear 18)

[hider=Race][u] 'Freed' Golem[/u]

A construct of magic to bolster the structural integrity of porcelain, Ahnciel's anatomy is doll-like and surprisingly light for its durability. Due to the maintaining enchantment, damage to the material will eventually heal with chunks broken off from the core slowly dissipating into mundane sand while bits regrow. The process can be expedited by collecting and piecing the damage back together, though this is a tedious process that only Ahnci truly knows the solution to. Regardless, it makes the difference between regrowing an arm and fusing a crack. Due to the composition of Ahnci's frame, light piercing and mild slash attacks are negligible in threat, while heavy impact, especially blunt, can be devastating.

Typically, a golem follows orders to the will of the master who commands it. However, vague orders will often be met with improvisation based on previous commands. Such an order prior to the death of a master has been observed to cause a golem to tirelessly perform a task without end before defaulting to common constants.
With the death of his master and a final order to 'avenge me', many would see Ahnciel's actions as sentience or at least free thought...though this is only where the trickery begins.[/hider]
Gender: N/A (Male pronouns)

[hider=Appearance]A doll standing at 5'6, flat-heeled knee-high boots bump this up to 5'8. Typically clad in his old servant's attire (at least in the start of the thread), under it he wears what would equate to a black leather form-fitting tanktop with flexible layered scales reinforcing the chest and abdomen. A pair of matching bracers fixed to arm guards are kept under the sleeves of their servant's attire, custom made and designed to inconspicuously protect without giving the impression of the apparently meek servant actually being an armed guard.
The trend continues with greaves and cuisses of the set lacking poleyn for flexibility, all belted to the legs over mid-thigh socks fixed with garters running up snug, fitted and broad-belted leather short-shorts.
Great care to detail the doll's lithe design, resources must not have been an object in procuring and tailoring the quality material to protect the owner's investment, light of armor as it is.
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Faction: Fion's Light

Personality: Ahnciel was built and trained to be polite and eloquent to the letter, though unwisely prompted to function on logic and read organics for cues. This has led to him being a bit poor at dealing with romantics, though patient with ranting outbursts that he'd bore witness to a fair share of. However, there is no telling how much he 'took to heart' in a number of instances over the years of serving the family when confronted about his machine-like nature. Because of the changing tastes of the Sinclair lineage, Ahnciel has grown proficient in feinting emotions, preferences and even dispositions for the sake of pretending to be more human. The recent decades have instilled an almost sultry string, learning to be subtly manipulative mostly in the way of discouraging radical action or even reasoning. Still, words alone do not slay trespassers, and only sentient souls feel remorse for their actions or hesitate on orders conflicting with common morals. At the very least, most would not do so with a hauntingly pleasant smile. Ahnciel is highly inexperienced with the outside world and how people work without direction.

[u]Skills[/u]
Piercing 2
Armor 1

Equipment: Custom light armor (See appearance), [url=http://www.armourclass.co.uk/Data/Gfx/Big-Pap-Copper-Long.jpg]pappenheimer rapier[/url]

Backstory: The duke lies dead, his wife and youngest son and heir to the bloodline having absconded to parts unknown after the anonymous threats against the man's life. Simply order to 'protect the family' would not do without knowledge of where the woman had taken the young master...and evidenced by the pool of blood, Ahnciel's abilities were wanting in that department. It seemed like it would be rude to begin cleaning the mess while the duke was actively making it, but the man thankfully had one final task. "Dear Ahnci...do right...pro..protect the family...a-and avenge...mmeee..." 
Simple enough: by silencing the ones who would threaten the family, the...nnnnoow, [i]now[/i] dead master would be avenged and the bloodline preserved.
This, of course, was anything but simple since the construct had never left the grounds for any reason other than to fetch groceries or attend balls with the duke and his lineage. Standing at the scene and frozen while watching blood seep into the carpeting, orders argued against themselves for a solid minute before Ahnci simply bowed and turned heel to leave and speaking, "Ouf course, sir" with dignified resolution behind the accent they were built with.
Ahnciel had nowhere to begin, and simply wandering the streets at night was getting him nowhere. There were posters that claimed to represent an organization backed by peace and justice, mentioning by name the others who occasionally had posters hung over their own. While both contradicted each other, one spoke of a justice that Ahnciel reasoned to be a synonym of vengence, and therefore a place to start. The other spoke only of injustices done to them, and since Ahnci wasn't sure what a mage even was in the same context of his objectives, he pulled down one of the posters for Fion's Light and followed its directions.[/hider]