[center][color=orange][h1]Saga Berenike[/h1][/color][/center]

[center][h3][color=orange]“What use is a shield if I no longer have anything to protect? I would rather focus on killing with both hands."[/color][/h3]

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Curly brown hair, hard face, distant eyes.

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Personality: Disgruntled, paranoid, distant. These words, and many more similar terms describe Saga in a fairly accurate way. After deserting his former kingdom, he developed an intense distaste for people who abided by codes of honor, etiquette, and other such rules because he believes that people use these codes to mask their true feelings and manipulate others. Because of his mannerisms, or lack thereof, he usually is not looked upon favorably by the political sort due to his brashness and blunt honesty. The only companion he trusts is the one inside his head.

Backstory: Saga hails from a faraway land, in fact, so far away, that whether one goes north, south, east, or west, it makes no difference in the duration of the unhindered journey. This particular kingdom was known for its Knights; their honor, their chivalric values, and their loyal devotion to the cause. He was one of them: Diligent in his service, unyielding, and a stalwart soldier. However, Saga was betrayed by the very values he had treasured so much. He casted away his shield, no longer content with protecting himself. Instead, he now wields his sword with both hands. 

He fought in many wars, beginning as a simple foot-soldier at the age of thirteen. During that time, he fought combatants of many races, and lost many friends to them; Orcs, elves, dwarves, goblins, lizard-folk, even giants, though they were few and far between. It's no mystery that war changes a man. Even if you initially bear no burden against a species it is inevitable that, after a few cuts and gashes, as well as some death, one becomes... uncomfortable when near a former enemy. 

[color=orange]Equipment[/color] 

His old plate armor, once shining with a proud gleam and polish, an armor once thought to be impenetrable by his old enemies, is now dirty, rusted, and worn with age. It holds well against most attacks, but it is still very far from what it used to be.

His sword, a sturdy blade as tall as himself, is the only piece of his equipment he still keeps in relatively good shape. Useful for beating back the opposition, it is just as you would expect from a sword, and often, the ordinary blade is all a soldier needs.

When he was a child, he was given a “mind companion”, a certain voice only he can hear. This voice has a personality of its own, and is meant to act as a “sixth sense”, telling him relative information in regards to his surroundings.[/center]