Name: Beringer Cain
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Mark of the demon: Flesh crystallization, beginning with his right heel. Since the destruction of Veiron, the crystallization has spread in a spider-web like fashion to the base of his knee in an obsidian-like surface, coming close to crippling the joint movement in his right leg.
Profession: Pit Fighter
Appearance:
Beringer stands at a full 6 foot, weighing around 160 pounds. His build isn’t especially strong in appearance, but rather brings about the sense of being entirely average. His lean figure gives off the impression that his state is the result of years of fighting for survival rather than through training. He is almost always shrouded in his equipment, failing to take off his mask even indoors.
Personality: Beringer is a free spirit to which he does exactly what he wants and whatever he feels in the moment. His actions garner very little thought and the spontaneity of his choices are generally instantaneous. He is extremely perceptive as well as experienced in the workings of the world for his age, jaded end to end. However, he is anything but logical and operates for his own amusement. He lives day by day without any forethought, and although he can generally garner a steady flow of income using pit fighting arenas from town to town, he only participates when he is truly short on money. Generally, he can be considered lazy and irresponsible.
Bio:
Beringer grew up with a pack of wolves, is what he would like to say. His origins are entirely simple. He was born into a peasant family under a feudal lord. His lord, much less his family, were not anything to note. Rather, it would be hard to find anyone more lowly than such a group of farmers. Growing up, Beringer showed a surprising talent for the blade, be it farm tools or longswords, he had a great aptitude to naturally fight. At a young age, he was inducted as a page to one of the feudal knights in the small territory. He trained diligently, escaping amidst the shroud of night to practice further. It was not uncommon for his body to occasionally grow frail from over-training only to heal even stronger. At 14, he was knighted as the youngest in the fiefdom, skyrocketing his pride.
He gained the favor of his lord at an increasing rate and was among his lord’s personal guards. In a grand meeting between Lords of the northern lands, Beringer accompanied his lord and his escort. There, he became involved in a series of underhanded plays. By the outcome, he had defended the life of a noble daughter he had become somewhat infatuated with. The noble daughter of Veiron would not keep Beringer in her eyes, but the father bought Beringer from the feudal lord, seeing Beringer’s talent. As a sorts of low tier guard in the noble household, he remained for 2 years, at the time he turned 17, the disaster that wracked Veiron occurred. Beringer fled with the noble daughter and her family, but the object of his desire died from burns, her mind disappearing into the void of shock. The rest of her family slowly died off from numerous matters of circumstance and lack of preparation, each death driving Beringer to put forth more effort in his protection and training. He went on tirelessly, until his last companion, the noble father, passed away from a severe cough. Beringer traveled a great deal of the world from then, training every step of the way as if he were a machine. He adapted to his increasingly lamed leg, taking part in fights as a method of earning money. By the time he had risen his head from his toiling training, he had realized the fleeting feelings of hatred and regret left by the loss of the noble family had faded. With no purpose, Beringer simply wanders the world aimlessly, somewhat hopelessly as he indulges mainly in material and carnal desires. His gathered experiences of the world from endless travel has given him a great deal of knowledge, but also left him jaded and tired despite his young age.
Equipment:
Generally, Beringer carries a long scimitar at a length of 4 feet, although he is capable of arming himself with many different armaments, the curved blade is his most familiar weapon beyond his fists.
He doesn’t usually bring provisions unless his situation calls for it and for the most part, he only has the leather armor he travels in and a mask that is almost always covering his features.
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