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Appearance:
[img]https://i.imgur.com/YrYEznO.jpg[/img]
Domic is never seen outside of his armor, even when he sleeps, eats, or baths. He is a large man standing at 6’10 outside of his armor and despite his lifestyle he has very minimal scarring, though plenty of bruises. He has short black hair, light olive skin tone, and green eyes. He appears to have a rather ornate looking tattoo across his back that marks him as a Slave Knight. He is the 564th Slave Knight of his generation.

Name: Domic

Sex: Male

Class: Armor Knight

Starting Weapons: 
Volant Axe - A strangely shaped axe that is capable of being thrown. Highly effective against flying units.
Iron Rune - A shield that negates critical blows that, while possibly not lethal, would be very painful.

History: There is not much of a tale for the Armor Knight known as Domic; he was born a slave knight, a man merely meant to be raised, sealed in steel, and set to die on behalf of whoever held his contract. Voided of parental affection or a future beyond a bloody death, Domic has marched to countless battles, surviving them, and then returning to his masters to await further command. Domic, while not the strongest of his fellow slave knights, was perhaps the most ideal model of one: obedient, dutiful, and loyal to a fault. And yet fate has a strange way of putting people like Domic in equally strange situations. One day during a particularly bleak battle between The Concilium forces and a massive undead army, Domic was struck down but not slain. When he had awoken it was a complete slaughter on both sides; there was no survivor but himself. Not his masters, not his fellow knights, not even his enemies.

Without a master to follow Domic was lost for a short while. He remained on the battlefield looking for other survivors, but when he found none he had simply left to find a new one. Thus, Domic wandered. Having known nothing but war and combat he simply sought battle wherever his path would take him. Fortunately he typically finds his battles in bandit raids, where he would join a village militia to fend off the typically hostile raiders. Occasionally however he would be attacked by a kingdom's patrol, and it was one such patrol that finally managed to capture him after they had mistaken him for a bandit. He has since been drafted into a conscript army and awaits his new commander.

Personality: Domic has about as much personality as an rock; none until you give him one. He seems fairly straightforward in his interest: he fights, eats when he needs to, sleep when he has two, and then wakes up to do it all again. Little more than the driving force behind his weapon Domic doesn't seem to have much opinions about the world or others around him. If he does have any he doesn't say anything about it. The closest things to quirks he has is his own distaste for alcoholic beverages and preferences for axes.

That being said during his short tenure as a wayward warrior he has developed a slight conscious. He has enough of a sense of morality that between fighting for a massive bandit force or a meek village militia, he would stand by the militia. He does openly admit however that he doesn't particularly try to save the lives of villagers and bystanders, so much as he fights those who show obvious hostile intentions. He is the enemy of evil but not the ally of the innocent. And even then if given the command to cut down those same bystanders, he would have no real hesitation beyond a moment or two to contemplate the most efficient means to do so.

Other: Lyn x Plains of Sacae.

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