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[hr][hr][color=#990000][b][h3][u]Lord Lionel Bale[/u][/h3]
{{  Male|| 37  }}[/b][/color][/center]

[color=#990000][u][b]APPEARANCE[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]He was a tall man of intimidating standing, with wide shoulders and powerful build. He did not seem as well kept a lord, for his hair was wild and his facial hair scraggly. There was a time when the man's eyes were calm and held a sense of pride to them, though now there was only a spark of insansity, constantly searching and scrutinizing the surroundings.[/indent]

[color=#990000][u][b]BIOGRAPHY[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]Lionel grew up in his family's barony, lands that were part of the Imperium. His father ruled over a few peasant clans, protecting them from the dangers of the world in return for their labor. He was looked upon as a fair baron who took care of his people and ruled fairly.

Lionel was raised to be as just as his father, to hold noble ideals and make the lands as safe and pure as possible. Although it was unlikely that he would be the next in line of succession, due to his brother being older, he was trained as a most vailiant knight.
There were petty squabbles with other lords from time to time, where Lionel would lead men at arms, though it was mostly his job to remain prepared. He expected that most of his life would be like this, though he could not complain.

Nothing truly interesting occured until a stranger bearing both religious and supposedly mystical trinkets had one day came seeking an audience with the council and Lord of the land. Lionel's father, being a fair man, allowed this. The stranger simply explained that he was of a local religious order, just outside of the Lord's land, and asked that the items in his charge were protected in the castle, rather than be robbed from the unprotected temple.

The Lord agreed, soon taking the items and displaying them in the treasury. Although the items were mostly of symbolic value, one of them in particular started speaking to Lionel. It was a golden lantern, seemingly normal aside from the material it was made of. The object had a certain invisible sheen to Lionel and he often could not take his eyes off it.

He held these feelings toward the lantern for some time, though never enough to mess with it. Within a year, he had left it mostly undisturbed, until one day he couldn't take it anymore. Upon touching the device, it lit up with a purple flame, shining valiantly. The flame only existed for a moment before dying out. Little did anyone know, this would lead to the corruption of Lionel.

Soon, the man found himself jealous of his brother and hating his aging father. Why should he, so noble and proud, be forced to live with such lowly power and responsibility. Each day that went by just increased this feeling, and all the passion that went toward his nobility was soon put to anger.

It was almost as if another being was within him, howling at all hours, begging Lionel to take action. After a month, he couldn't take this calling any longer. All other thought was fleeting and Lionel could only keep his mind on seeking his own justice. 
In the midst of the night, Lionel struck. He charged his mother and father in their bedchamber, executing them with swiftness. He didn't make it to his brother's chambers before being found. Several guards charged Lionel and although he put up a fight, there was no way that he could kill them all and escape.

So, with nothing but his armor, blade, and the lantern, Lionel pushed onward and found the nearest steed, rushing off into the night. While his brother took hold of the family lands, Lionel escaped, promising himself to come back as the true Lord Bale.[ /indent]

[color=#990000][u][b]SKILLS[/b][/u][/color]
[indent][b]Combat Training[/b]
[indent]Lionel served most of his life a knight for the family, taking on a lot of training even from a young age and practicing with arms on the daily. Although he hasn't had to use these abilities often, he is still a formidable foe.[/indent][/indent]
[indent][b]Commander[/b]
[indent]Having been both a noble and a leading figure in combat, Lionel has a penchanct for being able to lead those below him. Whether it be strategically or otherwise, he seems to know what to say to his followers.[/indent][/indent]

[color=#990000][u][b]WEAPONS[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]A simple bastard sword, not particularly the best or worst.[/indent][/indent]

[hr][hr][color=#990000][center][b][h3][u]Agonan the Despoiler[/u][/h3]
{{  Male  }}[/b][/center][/color]

[color=#990000][u][b]TOTEM[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]A golden lantern, eternally burning with a purple flame the bear no heat. [/indent]

[color=#990000][u][b]PERSONALITY[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]Agonan is a vicious legionnaire, reveling the glory of combat and the blood that it spills. The dark powers corrupted him, constantly screaming in his mind unless pushed into satisfying violence. Gore and conquest are the only satisfactions that Agonan feels and as such, calls for his host to create blood. In his quest for power, he was consumed, and little function remained left in his mind.[/indent]

[color=#990000][u][b]SKILLS[/b][/u][/color]
[indent][b]Beserker Rage[/b]
[indent]Agnon gives his host the blessing of a rage, applying massive strength and pain immunity during the eclipse of battle. It seems that the more blood is spilled, the stronger he becomes.[/indent][/indent]
[indent][b]Insanity[/b]
[indent]As time goes on, Agnon gains more power from within his host, screaming for blood on a constant basis. The screams are enough to cause anyone to go mad and they only seem to quiet down when blood is being spilled.[/indent][/indent][/hider]