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Name: Victor Crow

Race/Faction: Human. The Vanguard.

Age: 22

Description: 
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Beneath Victors armor stands a rather pale skinned man that reaches about 6'1 and weaighs close to 220lbs. His face is somewhat scruffy and mostly covered with dirt as a thin un-kept beard lays there. A scar runs down over his right cheek and his eyes are a dull grey while his short messy hair is a dark brown. It's rare to see Victor without his armor on, but when he's not wearing it he mostly just stays with a thin white shirt, leather pants and leather boots.  

"Class": Knight.

Motivation: To serve the throne with honor and send the kings enemies to their cold graves. 

History: Victor doesn't know much of his village since he was only a toddler when it was attacked by bloodthirsty raiders. He would have died within that village had it not been for a group of the kings knights that were chasing the raiders down on his orders. After the raiders were defeated Victor and other newly made orphans were taken in by the knights and brought back to the capital. It was honestly a stroke of luck for Victor and his fellow orphans to be saved. Victor and the others were soon taken in and at the right ages of 10 began their training. Their training to become proper members of the kings Vanguard. 

It was a brutal and deadly start to Victors childhood, but to this day he is honestly thankful for it all. All of the abuse and injuries has made him into a real warrior of the throne. He will forever be indebted to the throne for giving him a chance to prove his worth. As Victor reached the age of 17 he was put into command of a small group that happened to be his fellow orphans of his home village. It was only a group of 6 good men and women, but Victor was proud and thankful to be their leader. A week after his new position they were sent out to hunt down a band of deserters that killed a noble family and fled. It took a two weeks to catch up with the deserters, but they managed to ambush the weary party and were quick to kill them off. As the last of the deserters were killed Victor came across a few scrolls that held clear and hard evidence that the noble was given the right to enslave and kill as he wished by the king. With no hesitation Victor burned the evidence with the headless bodies of the deserters and returned back to the king with the traitors heads. 

Today Victor continues to lead his small party and is as loyal to the throne as ever. He is simply another dog of the king and he is honestly happy with that. He will serve his throne along side his fellow dogs and protect his home. 

Strengths: Excellent swordsman, leader, strategist, loyal and fearless.

Weakness: Short tempered, stubborn, reckless and not very sociable.

What is the most important thing to know about your character? 

Victor may gladly kill and die for the throne, but he will also go out of his way to aid the kingdoms people if they are in danger. He was trained to be not only a guard dog of the throne, but to also protect its people.

What is your character's greatest flaw? 

Victor is quick to give up his life to ensure victory.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country? 

He is a skilled warrior ready to lead an army and destroy his enemies.


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"Archers! Loose!" Victor roared as he raised his sword high above his head. In an instant a flurry of flaming arrows shot passed him and hurtled down to the beach below them as several ships of raiders landed. Howls of dread and pain echoed as many raiders met their fate from the unmerciful wave of arrows. Victor couldn't help but smirk under his helmet before he looked to a near by Sargent. "Take command here, have them continue their barrage onto the raiders main forces before turning their fire on the ships landing with renforcements," he ordered. The Sargent saluted and began barking orders to the archers who were already prepared for their next volley. 

Victor quickly made his way to his men who were standing at the ready with the attacking wave of men that were to take on the raiders head on. His men looked eager to stain their blades and Victor gladly took his place with them as they awaited the signal to attack. After what felt like forever a horn filled the air and Victor was the first to bolt down towards the beach. The war cry of a hundred men, including his own boomed through the air. The ground seemed to shake and Victors men were quick to come to his side as the neared the poorly maintained invading party. With a savage look of bloodlust the raiders charged forward with their own war cry and both armies soon clashed. Victor ducked under a raiders axe and tore his sword across the raiders exposed belly. The raider cried out in pain before one of Victors men finished him with a hard blow with a mace. 

Victor continued on to drive his sword into another raiders chest before head butting another who tried to bring a hammer down on his skull. He kicked the raider from his sword with a grunt and roared as he drove his sword into the other raiders shoulder. The raider howled in pain and pleaded for mercy in a foreign language, but Victor simple pushed down his sword and made it to the raiders chest before he yanked it free from the mans torn flesh. He paid the gagging raider no mind as he turned to see his men and other allied forces easily driving the poorly maintained attackers back toward the burning ships that had just landed. Screams of death and cries of mercy filled the chaotic air, but Victor simply watched with a sigh. The battle was already won, this was just an excuse to wet their blades with blood. A groan came from below Victor and he looked down to see a struggling raider with a spear in his gut. He looked rather young, maybe in his late teens, and glared up to victor as he spat hateful words towards Victor in a foreign language. Victor only shook his head and planted his boot onto the dying mans chest as he grasped the spear within his gut. 

"We may not understand each other, but know that you and your filthy brothers in arms died for nothing. You will burn in in hell without the pride of victory and howl in dread knowing you were cut down as nothing more than a rabid dog," he spat as he slowly twisted the spear with in the young raiders gut. "You, a rabid band of dogs were killed by proper dogs of war," he finished before driving the spear deeper into his gut. Like a hammer hitting a nail the body went limp and the life drained from the raiders eyes. As Victor stared down at the corpse a horn sounded within the air and he looked up to see several of his comrades cheering in victory as they watched the retreating ships burn as the kings navy surrounded them. He smiled with pride and tuned to leave the beach with a chuckle. Victors men were quick to join his side and together the small group of orphaned soldiers of the Vanguard marched off to deliver their king the news of their victory.
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Hope this is good enough.

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