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Name: Markus Bionte
Race: Human
Age: 39
Sex: Male
Jedi rank Knight
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bzWSJG93P8 ( someone had to do it right?)

Appearance:

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Markus has the usual height of a human. his eyes are dark brown and almost always wears his armor. even when out of combat. His hair is nicely combed backwards and his beard is also kept in pristine condition. And when he somehow would not wear his armor he would be wearing a normal robe like any Jedi.

Markus can barely remember his parents as he was taken away from them from a very young age. Though reports suggest that he was born to two slave parents on the planet Zygerria. And was discovered to have force powers at a very young age. His parents, seeing the possibility for there son to have a better chance in live where able to smuggle him of planet. thanks to a group of smugglers who helped freeing slaves, for a price of course. His live now free of slavery Markus was dropped of on Dantooine and was trained in the ways of the force.

As he grew it was quickly noticed that Markus had a knack in sword fighting becoming one of the best of his class. His force abilities where average if not sometimes a little below average. But not that below average that it turned out to be a problem during training. Markus loved to learn about history and sword fighting. Watching old holovids about history and ancient sword fighting techniques. Mostly such things would be appreciated by the Jedi masters but when Markus started looking into sith history a little too much. He was forbidden for visiting the library and that the knowledge he oh so much desired would be delivered to him. Too make sure what he learned wasn't corrupting in any sort of manner.

Markus, being rather miffed about this sighed and accepted it. Considering the fact that maybe learning too much wouldn't be for the better. But at the age of 18 his boring life at the temple would finally change. He was given a human female master by the name of Telera Hasew. At first the two couldn't stand each other because of there different personalities. And Telera was at the point of sending Markus back to the temple But through sheer luck she didn't and kept Markus at her side. There first mission are just boring patrols through the outer rim helping whoever they found to be in need. However it wasn't until Markus reached the age of 20 when there first actual mission would begin.

It all started when they received a distress call from the planet Zygerria. Apparently there was a major slave revolt going on and the slaves had captured a communication tower begging for help. The duo immediately responded hoping to save as many slaves as possible. But when they arrived in orbit around the planet they where shocked to see an entire battle going on planet side. Apparently the slaves where able to get there hands on some major firepower and what first had looked like like and easy rescue mission had turned into small scale war. Telera wanted to warn the Jedi council but before she got the chance they where shot down. Apparently the Zygerrian slave traders had gotten word of the slaves, broadcasting for help. And in there paranoid ways decided to shoot down everything that got to close. This including the Jedi's ship. However instead of exploding the ship crash landed into the middle of the fighting. Markus and Telera, now stuck in a war zone decided that it was in there interest to find a ship, get of planet and warn the Jedi council.

And so they fought against the slave traders cutting there way into the spaceport. However there they faced the most deadly force a Jedi could face, Mandalorians mercenaries. There where six of them well trained and deadly.
But behind them stood the ship that would get them out of this hellhole. The fight hat followed would be the hardest one Markus would ever face. For an entire hour they fought on the spaceport using whatever methods he has learned to fight them off. Then Telera was killed. A sword right through here gut. The anger that flowed through Markus that day is said to have been as great as a supernova. In his blind rage he killed them all. But he went even further. His blood lust still not fulfilled he jumped back into the killing field killing both sides, rampaging though uncontrollably. That was until he faced a certain old man with a sniper rifle. For two days the two played cat and mouse with each other. Until the sniper got himself cornerd on a rooftop. Markus ready to bring the finishing blow looked into the man's old eyes. and then he realized something. The man he had been fighting wasn't a random slave. It was his father.

The sudden realization put him out of his rage. The two looking at each other for a few seconds until his father not having realized that this now full grown man was his son fired his rifle almost hitting Markus. Markus then fled the rooftop leaving the old man confused and alone. Makrus made his way towards the spaceport hoping that the ship was still there, which it was to his surprise. He then fled the planet send a single message towards the council about the attack and then just disapeard for years. He was to shamed by what he had done to come back to the temple and simply isolated himself. That was till he heard the whispers of a war about to begin. he now travels with all haste towards Dantooine hoping to aid his fellow Jedi once again.

Personality:
Likes: food, reading, light saber combat, history, drinking and music, meditation, sun bathing and swimming.
Dislikes: gambling, mandalorians, slave traders, bounty hunters and flying his ship. ( he cant fly for crap)

Markus'es sense of humor is very dry and sarcastic.

Emotional state is currently regretful and ashamed with a flurry of anger. Hard to break considering he has seen the worst since his exile and is used to it.

What is your character’s reputation?: Markus has no reputation since he made himself disapear into nothingness. Everyone actually thinks he is dead.

Status exiled Jedi knight

Virtues: brave, honorable, patient ,intelligent, trustworthy, strategic and protective
Vices: Judgmental, restless, hard to trust, resentful.

Perception of the world: Markus sees the world in a very pessimistic view. Only seeing the bad in everything. With live being more of a struggle than a journey. Then again he also believes that some people still have some good in them even though they rarely show it to others.

has a low sense of morality. doing what it takes to get the job done.

Markus knows 4 languages currently and isn't interested in learning any more at this time.

Attitude: cold, and sarcastic

Markus'es greatest secret is that ever since he was forbidden for searching up history on the Sith he has been actually doing it in secret.

Quirks: For being such an isolated Jedi for years he still has not learned to behave to the proper code of conduct. Cutting through someone talking and a just rather respect less behavior all together. Also since his time of long isolation he has started talking to himself. Much to his own annoyance. He has also started to drink too much sometimes even being somewhat of a drunk. Though he always drinks alone and never shares a drink with anyone. Though when he is drunk he will start to feel sorry for himself and even start to cry.

Hobbies: He likes to practice his light saber skills, and learn a lot more over the dark side of the force. Which is something he does not wish to join but to just learn.

His main goal is to make up for what he did on Zygerria. His second is too aid the jedi in the war to come and his third objective is to protect those in regiment.

Dreams Makrus dreams of being able to find inner peace within himself and to never fall to the dark side. Even though he walks such an uncertain path.

Skills/Abilities:

Markus has always focused more on light saber combat than actual force powers usually only using them in combat to give himself a better advantage over his opponents. Markus has been practicing the 8 ways of light saber combat mastering the ways of Shii cho , Makashi , Soresu ,niman and Atanu. In his last years before returning home to the temple he was able to obtain a crude way of the remaining combat forms of Shien, gem sho and Juyo.

as for force powers he is an expert in force push and force pull but that is mostly it. Beside that he is also able to pull mind tricks on other alien species. He also has a knack for survival considering the fact that he has lived on his lonesome for some years. However he is horrible at flying his spaceship having crashed his on numerable occasion. Beside that he struggles to fix even the most simple of machinery. He also has a lack of power in the force which is why he started focusing on light saber combat in the first place.

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PILOT
Name: Harry Ver meer
Age: 26
Height: 1.8 meters
Weight: ( emm i dont know how to do this without it makeing sense.)
Pilot Class: Rabbit
Nationality: Netherlands
Appearance:

Bio: (Paragraph minimum, and I have left details of the world quite basic on purpose to give you more room to give a more freeform description, in short, the game's narrative builds around the players characters)

Some people fly for fun, Other's fly for money, Other's simply fly to survive and some do it for revenge. But why does harry fly? Why does he fly in a metal coffin. Risking his life everyday. He doesn't do it to feed his cat that's for bloody sure. Harry just like so many other pilots does it for the reputation. Also the money is good so that can be considerd a bonus in his mind. He was born in an aircraft carrier which was located in the city of Rotterdam. The aircraft carrier was controld by a mercenary company called the loyal aces. And as a young boy he would spend his time listening to pilots telling him epic tales. This inspired him to become a fighter pilot himself. And so he started to learn how to fly with the help of his father. Who was the boss of the company. And so at the age of 18 he joined his father's squadron on a raid on the north of the Netherlands. The mission was simple, bomb a few gas extraction facilities and get the hell out of doge. Harry was pumped and ready to kill his first target . However not very surprisingly he barely hit anything. No imagine being the son of a well known hunter who has tons of kills on his name. And his son barely doing anything on his first mission. So you could imagine the shame he felt when he landed at the aircraft carrier. His fellow pilots weren't that surprised either since they themselves also never got a kill on there first flight. And so it went on. Mission after mission Harry got better and better. getting his first kill at his fourth mission. The pride he felt when he painted his first kill sign on his plane was immense. And his father was the proudest man in the word that day. However all good thing have to come to an end.

At the age 23 Harry and his father wen't on a simple scouting mission together. However it was an ambush as he and his dad came under attack by bandits. They fought them of but only Harry got out alive. With the dead of his father they also lost a lot of reputation. And started to get raided more and more. At one point things got so bad they had to leave the carrier. In those times Harry lost almost everything. All he had was a suitcase with his stuff, His annoying cat and his plane. When out fo the fighter seat Harry is a rather relaxed if not a cold person towards his fellow pilot's. But when he is the fighter seat he becomes a rather fiery pilot who ignores orders and rushes into the fight. All he cares about in battle is to win. Nothing more and nothing less. Harry has one special trait which is that he can land on very short run way's.Which is not surprising when you had to land on an aircraft carrier for several years.
Theme Song:
PLANE:

Name: The dutch kiss
Description:
What happens when you let a crazy engineer have his fun? You get this speed devil.
Plane Type: hybrid
Extra Aircraft Notes: Anything else you want to describe about your plane (handling, weight, armor, speed)
This plane can be considerd an engineer's dream made reality. The Dutch kiss has two ways of flying. One is using her four propellers in the back. And the other is the jet engine in the middle. She handles very nice but has light armor. Which isn't really surprising considering all the engines it has a top speed of 700 km/h( not sure that makes sense if it doesn't please for the love of god tell me.) All in all th Dutch kiss is a fast mean and lean killing machine.

Weapons Descriptions: (Detail which weapons you have and what they do,) All planese have a single forward facing minigun, AND 20 non homing standard rockets, any extra miniguns you hold will add to the weight of the plane and decrease agility, you may hold up to 8 missile/rocket/special gadget type weapons of any kind, for each one it will add to your weight)
Beside the usual weapons everyone has. The Dutch kiss has

Weaknesses: (you must have at least one moderate weakness for your craft)

Past Encounter: (Optional, give a description of a note worthy mission/battle/adventure that this Frame has been on)

I will leave an example CS in the characters Tab please don't post there until I've approved your character here in the OOC the 'example' CS I will leave will be a minor character in the prolouge of the IC.

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My Hider

My Hider

" Imagination is your closest ally. And also your worst enemy."

name: Tilian Pearson

Age: 17

Gender:male

Race: Human

Appearance: This thin gentlemen stands 2 meters tall. Weighing 80 kilograms. His red eyes are perfectly aligned.
And can look rather threatening at times. He dresses like a businesses man which shows because of his black suit and red tie. Hiding the thin body from sight. He doesn't look physical imposing and some could even call him a pushover. His black hair is has always coned back making it look rather slick. His leather shoes are always perfectly tied. And always look very clean. His head has a big on the back of his head Which is hidden behind his hair. He has normal looking hands but has bitten of fingernails. His chest also bears stab scars one being just below his heart and the other ones around his stomach and a rather nasty looking scar on his lower back.

weapon name: The black sun

My Hider

Weapon Appearance/Function: ( Oh boy hope this is acceptable)
Type: Ranged defense non dust compatible.

weapon derivation: None self created.

Holstered/sheathed appearance: compressed to a small black marble which he keeps in his pocket.

Form 1:
The mother form so to speak. A black floating orb which is two meters wide and two meters high.which feels like water when touched.

Form2:

Basically anything it can morph into. Tilian is able to morph it into walls, weapons, a fist almost everything. But it cant make something if it does not have enough matter to do so. The weapon is control d via a chip in Tilian's brain which was installed when he was just a baby. The chip allowed Tilian to imagine what he wants the orb to change into where to move to. Or to increase or decrease the density of the matter. However he can not have it become multiple densities at a time.

( hope that explains it some what?)

Personality: Because of Tilian's troubled past he has become somewhat paranoid trusting no one but himself. But instead of locking himself up like a crazy person he decided to act his way through life basically creating a mask to hind behind. He acts like a normal school boy who has just graduated to beacon. Which acts like every teenager should. But in fact he is a broken individual who is dead inside having no love for anything. This is the reason why he can change emotions without a problem. Lying his way through anything. He acts his way through life only becoming his true self when he is alone. He also is impossible to flirt with since he has no interests in relationships. But if need be can act like he wants to. This mask as well created as it is. Can still be broken showing Tilian's true self. A sad lonely little boy who has no one who loves him. He is very cold and emotionless when angry. He does this because when you show no emotion whatsoever. You are harder to read.and there by harder to hurt. All of this beside there is one thing that is able to put a smile on his face. Which is to kick total ass out of Grimm or his opponents.

History: Tilian's first years of his life are shrouded in mystery.( But i'm just gonna tell it because EXPOSITION!) He was born In the kingdom of mistral. To a loving family. One that he would never get to know because as soon as he was born he was stolen by an unknown organization. They needed a good test subject and since Tilian Seemed to be the best outcome they chose him. The reason they needed a baby was because of this. This organization had discovered a new material. If it came from space or was created by dust is still unknown. What is known is that the material could be used as a weapon. However controlling it seemed to be difficult . First they tried skin contact which ended in a failure. Then they tried dust Which turned out even worse. And then they came up with the chip. They could have put it in one of there scientists. Or anyone else for that matter but they grew paranoid with the idea of that turning against them. So they decided to try it on babies. Mostly to then raise the child as one of there own hoping it would become completely obedient. However the experiment was very dangerous. Which proved true considering how many babies died in the process. Tilian however survived the operation. Establishing a link between the weapon and him. The scientists rejoiced in there victory. Yet one of them grew a conscious. He was ashamed what they had done to the poor babe ripping it away from it's mother. So he decided to leave the lab. Taking Tilian with him. However he was caught in the act and was surrounded by guards. Then Tilian started to cry. No one knows why probably because it had woken up.And the weapon responded to Tilian's cries for help. It crashed into the room. It was the first and only time it acted on its own. Killing the guards by smashing them apart. It then shrunk into a small marble. The scientist then took it with him to make sure no one could use it. They then fled to Vale where he Raised Tilian as his own.
Those years where the best of Tilian's life. But then he turned 12 and everything went wrong. He was on his way back to school he was attacked by bullies. However Tilian imagined how he would kick the crap out of them.
Which happend , But not in a way he had imagined. His weapon grew into a giant fist flew over to him and punched one of the bullies right in the face. The bullies fled leaving Tilian alone with his weapon. He confronted his fake father about it. He then told Tilian the truth. Tilian was shocked and ran away from his fake father. The next following years where difficult as he tried to survive in the streets. discovering the powers it had.
At the age of 14 he started to join a group of thieves. They ran heists all over town and even earned a nickname. Then it all went to shit. They where doing a heist in a museum. But it went wrong and they left Tilian for dead. Tilian fought of security but in the end was captured. Then he met Ozpin who offerd him a choice. Either go into jail, or become a hunter. Tilian decided to go with the latter.

Emblem:

Other:

Colour: Ceruclean blue

Combat style: He likes to attack his enemies from afar. Using whatever he can imagine. If he is able to damage his opponent he will then grab it and fling it around. And when attacks he creates a shield around him to prevent incoming blows.

Strengths and weaknesses: As good he is in attacking and defending himself. when it comes down to it on his own physical strength. He is very easy to beat. Since he uses his weapon for almost everything he lacks the strength or speed to really defend himself. When his weapon is not there. Beside that is that if he fights for to long he will start to get horrible headaches. Preventing him from concentrating.

Semblance ( i don't have one. maybey one of you could help me?)

Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAYhNHhxN0A

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Name: Pip Bernadotte
AKA: french fries
Age: 37
Race: Human
Appearance:
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Assassin
Bio: Connecting.... Connecting... Welcome to the committee criminal database..... You have searched for " Pip Bernadotte"
Searching....searching...."I'm sorry no logs have been found."
You can hear a robotic chuckle as Pip closes that database and turns around looking at you." So you wanted to know my history don't you?" You nod and wait for him to say anything. He looks at you for a while and then starts to talk his robotic voice scaring the ever living crap out of you." Well Since the committee still has nothing on me i suppose it would be wise to start from the begging?" You nod not saying a word." Damm your a weird one probably the reason i let you interview me. I was born and raised in the beautiful city of Paris. My family was rich and famous and had a lot of money. Now how would they gain such massive wealth you may ask? Well that's very simple my family is so rich because of our unique jobs. Which is as you can imagine killing." You swear you can see some movement behind the mask and he appears to be grinning." And we are extremely good at it. But i'm getting of track. I was the youngest of three sons. The other two where no assassin material to kind and peaceful. But me? Killing was basically my hobby. My father noticed this and trained me in all the ways of the assassin" He stops to let you catch up with your writing and continues." He trained me well and i honor him for it. My first mission was simple. Murder a gang boss out of line. I remember how i sniped the idiot from a distance." He chuckles clearly seeming to enjoy the old memories."HA and my next one oh the next one! You should have seen the look on that politicians face as i butchered his family in front of him. Fucking priceless i tell ya!" You remain silent not knowing what to say." Jesus man not even a smirk? anyways i'm getting of track. So after doing the same thing over and over again.I got bored so i left Earth to find more dangerous missions. You got that shit writen down?" You nod and wait for him to continue." First one was on mars needed to assassinate some politician or whatever. Shitty thing was that he was one goddamn train. And boy are those things hard to get on. So after a moment of thinking i decided to go for the less baddas option and just blow up the train. I mean it worked but it just didn't feel personal enough. I couldn't even stab some one do you know how fun it is to stab someone !?" You want to say something but remain silent." And again with the silence? Is this a thing where doing now? Wait! don't answer that. Lets just get this shit over with." You sigh in relief as you grab your data-pad." So after that little explosive mission. I Left the solar system for some more special missions. I had to kill a Tu'Veeri diplomat. And as you can see it did not go that well. Apparently those guys knew a thing or two about me and where prepared. And when i mean prepared i mean totally blew to crap and then made into Swiss cheese. They then left me to die. After that i don't remember anything." Pip seems quit for a while apparently thinking of some painful memories" After that i woke up in a high tech lab. With this suit. My dad had apparently been keeping an eye on me and picked up my body brought it to the most advanced lab in that area and made me into the baddas cyborg that i am today. I do miss my pee pee though." You laugh at the last comment he made and immediately as he grabs his energy sword and aims it at your throat." Bad move man very bad move."
You close your eyes and await your demise instead you feel something being thrown at you. You look at what appears to be a green jelly bean." Eat it." You look up at him." EAT THE GODDAMN JELLYBEAN !!"You quickly eat it But before your realize it you cant breath anymore." Yeah sorry kid but you where my next target. You can thank your rich dad for that. Still thanks for the interview it was fun talking about my past." He stands up and walks away as you fall on the ground trying to catch some air." Well choke you later." He laughs as he leaves the small room leaving you there to slowly die.

Personality: Pip. This guy is totaly insane. Loves to kill people in any way shape or form. Wether its poison, explosives,stabbing and bullets. But even though he is insane he does not kill randomly. I mean he loves doing it but he doesnt randomly throw and old lady in front of a car. ( when he is not drunk anyway) And when he is not killing people He usually fucks with people. And if you somehow apparently gain his trust. He might and i mean just Might show his face to you! As for anything else he is just a total ass. who likes to smoke cigars when no one is around. He does this is private because no one can see his face.
Weapon(s) : ( Oh boy this is gonna be fun)

He calls these two susan and alex. These are the weapons he uses from long distance. There quick there painful and there his favorite things to use.

His main weapon in combat this beauty of a sword is able to to cut through almost everything. And it makes a nice sounds when he uses it.

He uses these knifes for two things. The first is throwing them and killing his enemies when he is being stealthy. And he also uses them to torture people.

His suit: Now why would i mention his suit? The reason for this is because the suit is a weapon it self. His arms and legs have been completely turned into metal Which makes him able to run and maneuver faster. His hands and feet also have the ability to be magnetized which makes him able to walk up against walls and traverse the outside hulls of a space ship. And to top it all of. He can remove body parts like his hand and use it as a grenade. This however causes the problem of him not having a hand. He is also able to breath in the vacuum of space for at least a few hours. Now the real weak point of Pip is that his robotic parts are very hard to fix when they have been damaged. And what makes it worse is that Pip Really doesn't care about that. This can make him less combat effective after a mission.

Family/Relationship? He still keeps in touch with his father and no one else. As for relationships? Well if your into weird robot stuff he is the man you need. But only women he isn't gay.
Other: none

The best rp moments in your life.

I hate doing this but eh.... bump.

THE UNDYING CRUSADE

Sigvald Whitedragon

Light, it pierced through the small holes of Sigvald's tent. The lit up the tent showing what seemed to be the leftovers of a party. As the entire tent was somewhat chaotic. The tent also showed wine stains of the previous evening. Equipment lay scattered across the tent thrown around in drunken blindness. In the middle of it, lay Sigvald Whitedragon. Lord of castle Whitewing, son of Alexander Whitedragon and lover of whores and drink. He was snoring like a walrus and the sound of the busy camp among his small frail tent did not wake him. However, the small beams of light did. As they landed on his eyes slowly waking him from his slumber. His eyes opened and immediately closed them as the light hurt his little red shot eyes. He groaned as he slowly pulled himself up from his sleeping bag. He was a little disappointed as he didn't feel a body sleeping against his own. The whores he had spent the night with had already left. A shame since it would be a while before he could spent a night with women again. Considering the hell he was about to traverse through. At least he still had the taste of alcohol though even that wouldn't last forever. But if he was able to get him home back. To retake the lost glory of his line. It would all be worth it in the end. It was the main reason it had brought him to the sacred border in the first place.

With that thought, he stood up and started cleaning up his tent. He took a drink of the wine that remained. Drinking it all in a few gulps. A few minutes later he had restored order to his tent. In his eyes at least as the wine stains had yet to be cleaned. He paid it no mind as he started to put on his heavy armor which was always the hardest part to do especially since he didn't have a squire to help him it made things difficult. So, after much cursing kicking and holding his breath his armor was finally on. He then opened his tent flap to be immediately met with the stench of the camp. Which penetrated his nostrils and almost made him vomit. However, it still smelled better than the muff stench that was the inside of his tent. Before he could set a single step he felt the force of a fully grown hawk landing on his shoulder. He scratched his companion on the head which it seemed to enjoy before flying off into the sky searching for its's next meal. He took a moment to enjoy the chaos that was the camp. A mixed bag of zealots, nobles, mercenaries, and thieves. After enjoying this, he decided to find a merchant selling food. Or at least something that resembled food. He walked through the mud and filth that was used as a road and quickly found himself haggling with a merchant about the cost of a stale loaf of bread. He had food himself of course but considering he still had some coins left and his personal supplies wouldn't last him forever. He decided that it was a good idea to spend that last money since it would offer little use in the hell they were about to enter. After haggling for a few minutes he was able to buy himself a mug of average beer, an apple that was starting to show signs of rot, and a stale loaf of bread. It wasn't a king's meal but it was decent enough. After finishing his meal he started to walk back to his tent seeing a boot fly as he did. As he approached his tent he saw his hawk enjoying his own meal as it seemed to be eating a rat. But before he could curse at the fact his hawk had returned with his catch a voice rumbled through the camp.

"THE DUCHESS WILL SPEAK! YOU WILL LISTEN! IT IS TIME! IT IS TIME!"

"Time to hopefully not die horribly." He thought as he kicked away the rat corpse. He only saw this crusade as the means to an end. He would fight with all his might of course. He needed to if he was expected to survive this suicidal undertaking. But if he was able to reclaim his home. He might just leave the crusade to its fate. Unless there was a good reason to stay in the crusade that is. However, since the chance of dying horribly was high and would probably be painful as well. He had yet to see any. He shrugged as he put these thoughts in the back of his mind and made his way over to where the voice had come from. Axe in hand and hawk on shoulder. Would all this be worth it in the end? Would he even fulfill his oath? Would he even survive? Only time would tell.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

@Rin how about cocaine then? just make sure you dont overdose.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

@Rin just think about smoking that weed. That usually gets me through the day.

THE UNDYING CRUSADE

Sigvald Whitedragon

Sigvald Whitedragon

Age:40

Appearance: Sigvald has always been a large man. Standing 2 meters tall with his wide shoulders he is an imposing opponent on the battlefield. His skin is full of small scars the biggest one around his gut like someone had ran him through at one point in his life. Though he also has a tattoo on his chest showing the coat of arms of house Whitedragon. Which is a white dragon dowsing a black knight in flames. Sigvald's face looks weary and the wrinkles under his eyes support this. His raven black hair is starting to become gray though it isn't exactly noticeable yet. His blue eyes, however, are still sharp and focused. His face has a single scar running down his left cheek. There is also a small unsmooth beard that he has grown over the years which he barely takes care of it. Only cutting it when it starts to cover his mouth.

He wears the sort of clothes that a nobleman would wear. Things of once fine cut are now worn and old. Considering the fact that he barely has a penny on him, he has to patch it up on his own. But his clothes are still clean, even as they fray and more and more of the fabric give up . Because of this, he prefers to wear his armor more than anything else as it is still in the same pristine condition.

Race: Human

Diety: He believes in no god. Since they did not aid him in reclaiming his birthright. Why would he worship them?

Personality:
Sigvald has always been an arrogant bastard and even though he has been shat on for most of his life. He enjoys drinking and whoring like any other good nobleman. Only he does it to keep the pain away if anything. He may act brash arrogant expect against his superiour officers. SInce they might be the only way to get his home back. He will throw himself into battle if it means winning favor. But in the end how though and might he may act. He is just a broken man trying to desperatly pick up the pieces.

Skill:

*Masterful: Axemanship

*Skilled: Smithing / Horseriding

*Adept: Falconering / Sewing

*Novice: Strategy

Traits:

"Nothing Left to Lose: Due to the nature of his past and the tragedy of his present, Sigvald has nothing to lose and fights with the the desperate ferocity of a wounded animal."

Rabble Rouser: Raised to riches and spoiled, Sigvald has a hard time saying no to worldly desires and is often known to start stuff. On the other hand, he is an inspiring presence for the more common folks with his brash attitude and to the point words.

Drinking like a fish: Sigvald has a drinking problem. Because of this he drinks way too much and over the years had become somewhat resilient to it. Meaning that of any drinking competitions occur he will drink most people under the table.

Backstory:
Some men are born at the lowest ladder and have to climb their way to the top. Then there are those that are born at the end of the ladder. Those who enjoy life and have the riches to do anything they want. This was the life Sigvald was born into as the second of six to Lord Alexander Whitedragon. House Whitedragon had been one of the stronger houses in the kingdom of melfic. The reason of its strength lay in the fact that it had secured a vital trade route meaning it could tax heavily on the route itself. To make matters worse House Whitedragon was rather aggressive against it neighboring houses. Stealing small parts of their territory gained them ill favor from other nobles.

However, due to the fact that House Whitedragon had a reasonable strong army and a good economic backbone, it was hard to take them down. Many houses tried regardless. Even through all this aggressive expansion, the house remained loyal to the royal family ensuring there backing in times of need. Indeed Sigavld was a lucky child indeed to be born in such a strong house. His father was harsh but kind and his mother was the sweetest women he would ever know. His childhood is full of fond memories. He learned fighting when he could walk sparring much with his older brother Edward. He remembered going hawking with his father once as he told him stories of old. Little Sigvald was contented with his life. Then he reached the age of and the shining coffin opened. And all that happiness disappeared like a candle in the wind. The undead horde destroyed whatever lay in their path, layng waste to Northern Melfic. It was then that house Whitedragon acted. Sigvald was too young to join the battle since he was only eleven at the time. Edward, however, was sixteen which was old enough in his father's opinion. And so they left the castle with six thousand and five hundred men at their back ready to lay waste to those abominations and to lay their souls to rest once more. And they did. If only through sheer luck.

The army had drawn the undead horde in a small valley called dragon pass. The idea of Alexander was to use his cavalry of six hundred strong to break through the lines and scatter the undead horde. The plan worked party as it did make a hole in the undead lines. The undead host, however, proved far too great than Alexander would have expected and if it wasn't for his son rescuing him He would have perished. Of the six hundred men that had charged in. Only ten made it out alive. After a day of fighting the army was able to push the horde away from their lands. And while they were not able to destroy the undead horde they did save themselves from inevitable destruction. For six years they held the line against undead incursions. Slowly but surely starting to fight defensively. Sigvald being old enough to join at the time he attempted to fight alongside his brother and father but was told to stay home instead. Sigvald never found at why they did such a thing. But a year later when the undead host had been held back did they finally arrive home. But what SIgvald would find wasn't his kind brother Edward and his loving father. Instead, he saw his mentally unstable brother and his traumatized father. His father became an unstable ruler killing people on the slightest of mistakes. He also turned to whoring and heavy drinking. Edward, on the other hand, became even worse as it was rumored that he raped girls and tortured anyone who annoyed him in the slightest. Sigvald was so horrified by this decided to avoid them by ironicly: drinking and whoring. But he did it to forget. However, Sigvald slept with the wrong whore which infuriated Edward. Instead of torturing him, however, he instead declared a duel against his brother. If it wasn't for his mother it would have been a battle to the dead. She was able to make it a battle till first blood. Edward would be using his long sword. While Sigvald used his axe instead. The battle lasted for about an hour. Of constant smashing of steel against steel, brother against brother. The house of Whitedragon had fallen low indeed.

Edward had more experience than Sigvald that much was certain. But Sigvald had the advantage of being faster. Then Sigvald made his mistake when he swung his axe to hard hitting his brother. While this was the intended idea the error lay in the fact that the axe cut too deeply crushing the armor, breaking the ribs and destroying Edwards internal organs. Edward died in Sigvald's hand drowning in his own blood and hatred. His father would have lobbed the crying Sigvald's head right off if nof for his mother having jumped in the way. Instead of him being executed he would be banished from his home. The only possession he was allowed to take with him would be his personal horse and the axe with which he played his brother. And just to spite him his father would have engraved the name Kinslayer onto it. His mother, however, was able to give him a small satchel full of her own jewelry. And so He left his home. Never to see it again. Or so he thought.

After the first war ended the house of Whitedragon would become the first line of defense against the enemy. But when the war of perseverance started they rode out alone against the enemy. Why they did this is still disputed by historians to this day. Some say Alexander did this to give the border some time to prepare. Others say he did it to prove his might against the undead. And others think he did this just to join his son in the grave. He foolishly used the same tactic with the cavalry in the hope that it would have the same effect. However this time the undead were better prepared and acted like an army instead of a massive horde. And when Alexander charged with his cavalry he met his end upon rows and rows of spears. With their leader dead the army scattered before the wind and the castle that held the rest of the family was taken within a single night. It is said that the screams of the living were heard for miles. In the meantime, Sigvald had bought himself a small mansion and had enjoyed his life screwing whores and drinking huge amounts of alcohol. However, once he heard what happened to his home he declared an oath right then and there that he would reclaim his birthright. With this said and done he sold his mansion, used the rest of his money to buy hire as many mercenaries as he could afford. Then he marched towards his former home. He didn't even make it to the gates before his army was destroyed and he barely managed to escape with his life.

After that, with his money squandered and his mansion sold he had nothing but the armor he wore and the horse who had stood by him since he was banished. Once again he had nothing to his name. Expect this time there wasn't a mother with a huge sack of jewelry. Sigvald started doing odd jobs after this taking part in tourneys and mercenary bands. he even tried to take up on smithing. His life had become a mockery of what he once was. Then the third war began. And he decided that this was his time to take revenge. To make sure that the banner of House Whitedragon was raised above his home once again! No matter the cost.

Weapons and Armor:

Kin slayer: A large two handed axe used to cleave through undead foes. Made by a dwarven blacksmith this axe has the ability to receive enchantments to make it even deadlier. However, due to Sigvald's money issues, he does not have to capital to afford such a thing.

Shortsword: a regular sword for tight spaces.

Armour: Sigvald wears heavy plated armor which has the coat of arms of his house burned on upon. The armor is heavy but provides excellent defense.

Misc Gear and Possessions:

Horse: His horse biscuit is a strong warhorse which has served Sigvald loyalty during his life. However, instead of being used for war the horse has mostly been used for carrying Sigvald's equipment. Which is something that annoys Biscuit.

smithing gear: A few hammers some wetting stones and some pliers to keep his weapons and armor in great condition.

Sewing gear: Used to keep his clothes functional.

Hawk: His loyal hawk Franz. Which has been trained so well that it will follow him blindly and never leave his side. Though this can get annoying in certain situations.

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