[hider=Bartuc] [center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/15/aa/6d/15aa6d7f67acec9273bc9c3702f7dfd6.jpg[/img][/center] [h2][color=crimson][center]"Nulla fides. Tantum furore."[/center][/color][/h2] [h1][center]Bartuc "The Bloodied"[/center][/h1] [h2][center]General description[/center][/h2] [center] [color=ed1c24][h3]Race[/h3][/color] Human [color=ed1c24][h3]Age[/h3][/color] 43 [color=ed1c24][h3]Size[/h3][/color] A goliath of a man standing at 6' 11" Weighs closer to 240 pounds. [color=ed1c24][h3]Gender[/h3][/color] Male [color=ed1c24][h3]Sexuality[/h3][/color] Will only lay with Evelyn Sunderland. [color=ed1c24][h3]Religion[/h3][/color] Bartuc speaks of the Obscure one. A secretive god that has only made its will known to its prophetic speaker Evelyn Sunderland, the Veiled mother. In truth his heart and soul do not belong to any creature or god, placing true and absolute faith only in his fury and his true Master. [color=ed1c24][h3]Job[/h3][/color] (to be assigned) [/center] [color=ed1c24][h2][center][b]Personality[/b][/center][/h2][/color] [indent]Bartuc is openly faithless, often rude, and arrogant. Believing that only the strong deserve any words of remote kindness. His pride as a sworn knight of Dustorne and his continued service to their lineage is one of the few shining lights within an otherwise despicable human being that takes pleasure in the torture and death of anything opposing him. Through violence he serves the master, only the master, at a level that puts even the cultists fanaticism to shame. Extremely loyal to Evelyn Sunderland and quick to punish or kill any that even hint at disrespect, whether they are justified or not. [/indent] [color=ed1c24][h2][center][b]Biography[/b][/center][/h2][/color] [indent]Bartuc, from the nameless house, was born to be a soldier. A warrior. A killer of legendary proportions. Talented with a blade and shield who stood tall when young and taller when grown, he was quickly established as a skilled swordfighter and was given advanced tutelage in his formative years. His father had served as a loyalist soldier to the kings of Dustorne, down the line, for nearly five generations. Bartuc was the sixth generation to serve and had proven himself over and over on the field as a peerless warrior. The betrayal of his king had been a blade in the dark. A threat he had been trained to [i]ignore[/i]. The adviser to the king had been a valued friend to all the loyal guardsman, earned their trust, and served with honor himself. With the king dead and those that opposed being killed, Bartuc abandoned his kingdom to search for the true heir. To right a wrong he could not fix on his own. Without her there was nothing left of a legacy that spanned many years of faithful service. Word of a revolt reached his ears while he was in hiding. A cult, an army of some sort, preparing for war on Dustorne. Whispers of the kings daughter leading the charge had Bartuc on the move with a fury. Vengeance was close. The battle was one-sided from the start, the plans of attacking Dustorne having reached his ears of course it would have reached the enemies but that did not stop his conviction. His fury added to the army led by the desposed Queen, Bartuc fought like a demon. For the memory of his king. To avenge the betrayal of his family. To appease his own hunger. Along with the remaining cultists under her sway, Bartuc followed the skilled commands of the rightful Queen to the letter. Even in defeat. To Camelot they fled. In Camelot he bent the knee beside his rightful Queen, telling her of his service to Greagor Sunderland before the betrayal. Swearing his continued fealty to her cause until the last drop of life escaped his body. From then on he was by her side always. Serving her will without hesitation. It wasn't long until he stood as her second. [/indent] [center]Bartuc is the the very stones carved and molded into a mans likeness. Gifted with stature and relentless training has made of him a monster in human trappings. A thousand strikes in a thousand different ways have been ingrained into every fiber of his body to make of it a weapon capable of accomplishing any task, killing any opponent, and bringing the glory of his masters words to reality. Many scars decorate his pale skin but few stand out more than the ones across his arms. A sickly red like fire stretch across both wrists, self inflicted wounds made for every life he snuffs. They are his pride as a warrior. Bartuc keeps his his hair, black with spots of silver from age, trimmed relatively low and oiled back. The same strict grooming goes for his beard, kept short and well kept, but hides it all behind the imposing visor of his helmet. Only when commanded or wounded will it be removed, and never out of arms reach. [/center] [h2][center][b]Traits and Equipment[/b][/center][/h2] [hider=Curse/Power Description] [indent]The obscure one has granted the right hand of its prophet with a fury unlike any other. Bartucs relentless fury in combat is amplified by the will of a dark god he does not even believe in. The result is a warrior who, when blood is spilled, knows no end to his stamina capable of fighting through wounds that would render others incapable of continuing.[/indent] [/hider] [hider=Strengths/Skills/Talents] [list] [*][b]Way of the Red River[/b] [indent]Bartuc is a butcher on the battlefield. What makes him so lethal is a keen understanding of an enemies anatomy and the making of arms and armor. Easily finding openings to strike at exposed flesh or crippling points of the body to which even a minor cut will bleed profusely, as if it is being drawn out by the endless bloodlust emanating from Bartuc. [/indent] [/list] [/hider] [hider=Weaknesses] [list] [b]Faithless[/b] [indent]Bartuc regrets that he does not see or hear the words of his masters god. It gnaws at him that they alone hear the voice of something that cannot be seen and follow its commands almost blindly. Despite his position as Evelyns right-hand servant he fears that she can see his faithless following of orders as a sign that he will betray her.[/indent] [b]Bloodlust[/b] [indent]A warrior of great skill but little self control. His blood burns with the thoughts of spilling the life essence of his enemies. Without Evelyn to control him or order him to stop, it is a rarity for Bartuc not to draw steel and cut down anyone in his way. This makes him very easily agitated when confronted.[/indent] [/list] [/hider] [hider=Equipment] [list] [*][b][i]Furore[/i][/b] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d0/d6/eb/d0d6eb10ea91a2773fa302068ee0c9ab.jpg[/img] [indent]The black sword, bane of mortals, the sole weapon that Bartuc wields. The blade itself has been coated with blood so often that it has begun to take on a red tinge. [/indent] [*][b][i]Homeland[/i][/b] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/58/0c/de/580cde1bc7e9a127bb807cc00cab3c7c.jpg[/img] [indent]A golden round shield that has served Bartuc since before the fall of his King, bestowed to him after many years of loyal service. It is kept as a reminder. To the true heir of Dustorne and her ever loyal servant.[/indent] [/list] [/hider] [hider=Artifact] [h2][center][b]Ring of favor[/b][/center][/h2] [indent]A weakly enchanted ring found on the corpse of one of the many victims down the line. The ring is a pristine silver with gold inscriptions flowing around the outside and inside of the ring, bestowing the wearer with minor regeneration. Not enough to make a fatal blow any less fatal but it can mend a minor wound within an hour, a larger wound if cared for properly first will heal within a week depending on severity.[/indent] [/hider] [h2][center][b]Relationships[/b][/center][/h2] Right-hand loyalist to Evelyn Sunderland, rightful Queen of Dustorne, prophet and leader to the Cult of the Obscure One. [/hider]