Finally finished my character! Sorry it took so long. Let me know what you think.


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[color=slategray][b]Name:[/b][/color] Ryker Leonte

[color=slategray][b]Race/Faction:[/b][/color] Human, Vanguard, but works with the Rebellion

[color=slategray][b]Age:[/b][/color] 28

[color=slategray][b]Description:[/b][/color] 
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Ryker is rugged and masculine, broad-chested with muscular arms. He stands about 6 feet tall with dark brown hair that falls just past his shoulders, often pulled either entirely into a messy ponytail or bun, or partially pulled back leaving some strands loose. He has steely blue eyes with a scruffy beard and mustache. He has a set of steel plate armor he wears during battles, otherwise his everyday attire is as pictured above. He wears relatively comfortable clothes, keeping either his longsword or at the very least, a dagger on his person at all times.

[color=slategray][b]"Class":[/b][/color] Warrior/Double Agent

[color=slategray][b]Motivation:[/b][/color] Ryker has been a warrior since he could hold a sword. Through many years of service, he has noticed the many injustices caused by the King. He has witnessed many good soldiers die needlessly and wishes to see the needless slaughter end. While he has no problem fighting for a good cause, he feels that the current royalty is mindless and oppressive.

[color=slategray][b]History:[/b][/color] Ryker was born to a modest family, neither nobility or peasants. His father worked as a mercenary, teaching him the art of swordplay as soon as he was able to hold a training sword. His mother was a baker, often filling their house with delicious smells of bread and cakes.

Ryker split his time between helping his mother around the house and practice-fighting with his father or a dummy if he wasn't available. As he grew older, his time shifted more to fighting and training. When he was 13, his father brought him along on a mercenary mission. Seeing true battle only made him more focused and driven and he became determined to join the Vanguard.

He picked up mercenary jobs, some with his father, some by himself, collecting enough coin to buy himself a suit or armor and a respectable sword of his own. After several more years of work, he was finally able to join the Vanguard. He had seen his share of bloodshed before but, once he was in the Vanguard, he began to realize just how corrupt the King was. He kept his thoughts to himself at first, staying quiet and obeying orders. The dissent continued to bubble under the surface, however. It wasn't until a skirmish with the Ouroboros that he realized there were other options.

He began meeting with members of the Ouroboros to disclose information he gained about the King, his family, the Vanguard and their activities.

[color=slategray][b]Strengths:[/b][/color] Skilled Swordsman : Fearless : Strong-Willed : Perseverance 

[color=slategray][b]Weakness:[/b][/color] Stubborn : Callous : Closed-Off : Detached 

[color=slategray][b]What is the most important thing to know about your character?[/b][/color]
Ryker is dedicated to himself and the few people who are close to him. He is honorable and, while he is working to cultivate a rebellion, there is a part of him that feels guilty for betraying his king.

[color=slategray][b]What is your character's greatest flaw?[/b][/color]
He can be very distant and closed-off, having a hard time making and cultivating relationships. 

[color=slategray][b]Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?[/b][/color]
He is strong, motivated and very dutiful. His word is law and he is very trustworthy to those he is close to.


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[color=slategray]"Vanguard,"[/color] Ryker replied, eyeballing the clearly drunk man who had taken the liberty of seating himself across from himself. He himself brought a large mug of ale to his lips and took a quiet swig.

[color=7ea7d8]"Fuckin' Vaaaanguard..."[/color] the man slurred as he let his head swing forward briefly before looking up at the warrior with a sloppy smile. [color=7ea7d8]"You don't look like a Vanguard. Wa-hare is your swords?"[/color]

Ryker grunted, taking another drink before pulling a dagger out of it's scabbard. He presented it to the man before replacing it in it's sheath. He had come to this tavern to drink and relax and this man was not a part of that plan.

[color=7ea7d8]"That's snoo sword..."[/color] the drunk pointed, raising an eyebrow. [color=7ea7d8]"The fucksamatter with you?"[/color]

Ryker's eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the man. He had had enough of him. He got to his feet, downing the rest of his drink before stepping away from his seat. He began to head towards the door when he felt a hand suddenly grab his arm. Instinct kicked in and he quickly swung around, his fist making contact with the man's skull. It was the same drunk that was attempting to talk to him, now laying on the floor, his nose bleeding profusely.

Before he could say anything, another man jumped to his feet, knocking his stool over in the process. He rushed over to Ryker, hands clenched into fists and took a swing for his head. Ryker ducked away from the blow and wrapped his arm around the man's shoulder, locking his elbow under his armpit and grabbing his wrist with his other hand. He yanked the man backwards, pulling him off balance. As he began to fall backwards, Ryker sent his knee into the man's back, letting go with his arms and letting his body tumble forward.

Another came from behind to join the fight but misjudged the skill of the warrior. Ryker brought his elbow up and into the other man's jaw, causing an audible crack as his teeth clacked together. He swept his leg and knocked him clear over. As the second man fell, the first man got back to his feet and rushed Ryker. With one swift movement, he unsheathed his dagger once again and pressed it against the man's throat, effectively stopping his forward movement.

[color=slategray]"I came here....to drink....and relax...."[/color] He spoke slowly, with breaks between words, his steely eyes boring into the drunk's. He stood for a long moment, just staring, letting the cold steel press harder and harder against the soft skin of his throat.

Finally, he released his grip and pulled his dagger back. Shooting one last glare before turning and heading for the door.
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