07-21-2019, 10:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-29-2019, 10:58 PM by Damian Reis.)
Discord Id - #jxg915
Character Name - Damian Reis
Character Race & Sub-Race- Human
Alternate Graphic- N/A
Character Description - Approximately 6'0" tall, 190-200 lbs. Brown eyes with blonde hair. Generally keeps his hair short and well kept, but it starts to look scruffier as it grows out. Generally clean shaven.
Character Kingdom - Emlyn
Shard Plot Line - Damian will partake in the world map storyline in Emlyn running a lawful good house.
Special Role-play Trait- On occasion, in desperate times or in defeat, he may muster the strength for one final burst of energy to take decisive action or make a sacrifice in service of a person or persons he feels a profound sense of loyalty to.
Backstory - They had knocked eachother off their horses. In the scuffle that followed he had won and impaled his sword into the enemy. One of many unfortunate deeds in service to his Lord. Multiple parties had arrived at the battle that day, adding further confusion on top of the fog and smoke that limited the view of the battle. A familiar sound rang out through the air. His Lord's horn. Then again - two blows, the signal to withdraw from the field. Suddenly he felt the pain, a spurt of blood coming from his hip, the foe having gotten a piece of him before dying. He stumbled through the smoke as the sound of metal clashing came from all about.
Finally, after following the sound of the horn, he came to a small patch of grass at the edge of a forest. The sound rang out again - two blows of the horn. It sounded as if the horn was blown in the direction further in the forest. It seemed odd. "Sire?" He yelled out into the trees. After a brief pause he began to make his way through the trees, peering behind himself to watch for any bloodthirsty pursuers. The terrain was flat but the rocks and tree roots made even a routine walk difficult, especially with the armor. The pain from his hip and the weight of the armor became unbearable, but he kept walking. The helmet came off first and was tossed aside ... then a shield ... then the greaves.
The sounds of battle were replaced with an eerie quiet, punctuated by the occasional crackling of leaves or a branch as the knight labored step by step through the trees. Exhaustion set in. He would give anything to see his comrades, or even a stream, a tiny sip of water. Unable to move another step he dropped to his knees before completely falling face-down onto the ground.
When he woke, it seemed as if he had been out for an eternity. He got up and stood stiffly for a few moments. His hand lowered towards his hip, the wound was gone. The equipment he had dropped was not to be found. Even the trees and bushes seemed different. The walk began again and continued until he stumbled upon a kingdom called Emlyn. Passing through towns and villages the name of his Lord left his tongue, only to receive perplexed looks in return. He began to learn not to speak of it openly. Over time he became a soldier of the kingdom. Every so often he would procure a horse and ride in the direction he had come in, never to find any answers. That was five years ago. Every day his past became more distant. This was home now.
Character Name - Damian Reis
Character Race & Sub-Race- Human
Alternate Graphic- N/A
Character Description - Approximately 6'0" tall, 190-200 lbs. Brown eyes with blonde hair. Generally keeps his hair short and well kept, but it starts to look scruffier as it grows out. Generally clean shaven.
Character Kingdom - Emlyn
Shard Plot Line - Damian will partake in the world map storyline in Emlyn running a lawful good house.
Special Role-play Trait- On occasion, in desperate times or in defeat, he may muster the strength for one final burst of energy to take decisive action or make a sacrifice in service of a person or persons he feels a profound sense of loyalty to.
Backstory - They had knocked eachother off their horses. In the scuffle that followed he had won and impaled his sword into the enemy. One of many unfortunate deeds in service to his Lord. Multiple parties had arrived at the battle that day, adding further confusion on top of the fog and smoke that limited the view of the battle. A familiar sound rang out through the air. His Lord's horn. Then again - two blows, the signal to withdraw from the field. Suddenly he felt the pain, a spurt of blood coming from his hip, the foe having gotten a piece of him before dying. He stumbled through the smoke as the sound of metal clashing came from all about.
Finally, after following the sound of the horn, he came to a small patch of grass at the edge of a forest. The sound rang out again - two blows of the horn. It sounded as if the horn was blown in the direction further in the forest. It seemed odd. "Sire?" He yelled out into the trees. After a brief pause he began to make his way through the trees, peering behind himself to watch for any bloodthirsty pursuers. The terrain was flat but the rocks and tree roots made even a routine walk difficult, especially with the armor. The pain from his hip and the weight of the armor became unbearable, but he kept walking. The helmet came off first and was tossed aside ... then a shield ... then the greaves.
The sounds of battle were replaced with an eerie quiet, punctuated by the occasional crackling of leaves or a branch as the knight labored step by step through the trees. Exhaustion set in. He would give anything to see his comrades, or even a stream, a tiny sip of water. Unable to move another step he dropped to his knees before completely falling face-down onto the ground.
When he woke, it seemed as if he had been out for an eternity. He got up and stood stiffly for a few moments. His hand lowered towards his hip, the wound was gone. The equipment he had dropped was not to be found. Even the trees and bushes seemed different. The walk began again and continued until he stumbled upon a kingdom called Emlyn. Passing through towns and villages the name of his Lord left his tongue, only to receive perplexed looks in return. He began to learn not to speak of it openly. Over time he became a soldier of the kingdom. Every so often he would procure a horse and ride in the direction he had come in, never to find any answers. That was five years ago. Every day his past became more distant. This was home now.
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