I've finally made a character, but they're still missing a picture, I'll draw one up pretty soon!

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[b]Name:[/b] Davor Magdas Del’Treuse

[b]Title:[/b] Baron Magdas, Sir Davor of Myre

[b]Age:[/b] Twenty-Three

[b]Class:[/b] [u]Bow Knight (Bow) ⇨ Bow Paladin (Bow / Lance)[/u]

[b]Race:[/b] Beorc

[b]Birthplace:[/b] Myre, Cesadas

[b]Appearance Description:[/b] [hr] With a lithe silhouette and a large, metal longbow at his side, not to mention him mounted on a muscular, black horse, Davor appears built for the back line of combat. Davor stands relatively tall, and always seems to be perfectly groomed, with a head of muted brown hair, a pair of dark blue eyes, and a smile on his clean-shaven, warm beige face. His well-kept armor and war gear feature prominent shades of blue, silver and black, with dark brown leathers, and slight hints of brass and gold.

[b]Personality:[/b] [hr] Davor seems very calm, cheerful, and collected; not the life of the party, but like a wise friend. This seems to be a recurring theme in most of his roles he takes in the majority of things: a wise tactician, a tactical sharpshooter, a follower of orders, a head of the family wine trade. Because of this however, Davor tends to be rather aloof when faced with matters he fancies significantly less, making him rather niche, yet fantastic at the jobs he can do. One can expect him to give all his effort to his passions, but only just.

In terms of being around people, Davor is partially indifferent. He can tell when other people like or dislike him, and he acts accordingly. Because of this, he seems quite detached from most other folk. This renders him quite hard to befriend. Despite this, however, Davor will always strive for your best intentions, if it aligns with his own moral code. He finds enjoyment in the improvement of others, whether friend or simple acquaintance.

[b]Biography:[/b] [hr] Davor was raised from childhood in the seat of nobility. Being in the trade capital of the entire world, Davor never knew of a time he wasn’t without money, or without some kind of benefit plan. It helped, too, that his family owned a winery business, quite famous around the cities, raking in countless millions in cash. In this overindulgent lifestyle, Davor grew up having just about everything he ever wanted: a top-notch education, a great deal of reputation among his peers, and any and every form of entertainment money could afford.

Davor discovered archery at the age of six. Since then, he was fascinated by the wonders of precise, perfect accuracy, and the dance between a man and his bow. His parents, with much reluctance, allowed him to learn the art one year later, starting from the ground up as a page for one Sir Ellowyn, a female knight with an expertise with the bow. With her teachings, Davor learned the importance of responsibility, duty, and the art of war.

Davor spent the next 14 years under the tutelage of Sir Ellowyn, learning all the ins and outs of archery, armor maintenance and the importance of battle tactics, a job Davor proved to be quite proficient in. Finally, at the age of 21, after all the effort put into being the man he was, he was finally knighted as Sir Davor of Myre… and was thrust directly into the fray.

For the next year and a half, Davor was juggling both his family business and being deployed constantly to defend Myre’s borders. This appeared to be where he was at his element, honing both his mind and body to be as tactical, accurate and efficient as possible. Davor indulged in the rush it gave him, and this perspective earned him a place as a tactician in the royal guard, a title he did not take lightly.

Lo and behold, the news of growing tension across the Thanatian Sea; pirates, just along the border of the landmass of Cesadas. Suddenly, a declaration of a pirate war, one to threaten Estala and the Archipelago, and soon enough, Cesadas as well. As the capital city, of course Myre would send their greatest guard to aid in the fray, solely for the purpose of self-defense. Davor’s own family would have personal squabble in this, too, as wartime greatly affects the status of the family business, a risk the family is not amicable to taking. All the reason for Davor, personally, to go. With a skip in his step and a longstriding smile, Davor sets off for Port Sylvanus, and eventually, the rest of the world.

[b]Inventory:[/b][hr][list]
[*]Steel Longbow
[*]Vulnerary (3/3)
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[b]Other:[/b][hr][list]
[*]Heir to the Magdas family business, and the Magdas household.
[*]Excellent at household chores.
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