Post by Damian on Feb 6, 2011 19:12:11 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Baron Damian Rivendare
Alias: None
Gender: Male
Race: Undead Human
Age: Died at 28
Birthplace: Avaren
Current Residence: Ruins of Aesir
Appearance
Physical Appearance:
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 80 lb
Body: Nothing but skin and bones, literally.
Eyes: Grey and clouded over
Hair: Thinning, shoulder length white hair.
Other: The flesh at his joints dried up a while back and flaked off so his elbows, his knees, his fingers and his toes have no flesh on them. He is also missing his mandible, and his tongue, which is why he wears a veil over his face. His voice comes from the power of his sword. Also he's miss everything, except his spine, between his diaphragm and hips. Despite his disfigurements he has as even more mobility with the lack of flesh.
Clothing: Wears a veil over his face to hide the fact that he's missing his lower jaw. and he hangs cloth from his lower ribs to hide his missing gut.
Equipment
Weapons:
Name: Misery
Type: Longsword
Abilities: Does nothing in the the hands of anyone other than Damion. And without it Damian is no more powerful than a lesser undead with armor and a mind of it's own. The Blade holds a piece of his soul stored within it.
Armor and Accessories Black Plate male adorned with skeletal designs. Layer of chain mail underneath.
Personal Information
Personality: Cold and calculating, to him Life means nothing. Life is fleeting and unfair, where as death is the eternal equalizer. In death, the mightiest king is as powerful as the lowest peasant. None can escape death, and the very thought of the cold embrace of the abyss strips a man to his very core exposing the truth. He gladly frees the living from the cruelty of life.
History:
Once a commander in the Avarenian army. One who was at one time Faithful to his Queen and his country to a flaw. To him Magic was a plague to be stomped out. In the war against Aesir he was killed. His remains buried beneath the city when it fell. However, Death could not break his will. Climbing to the surface from the sewers of the fallen city he found his way back into the cruelness of the light.
There was a man injured his crest was that of Avaren. So the Baron tried to help the soldier but when he got close the soldier panicked and tried to kill him, calling him a monster. after a closer look at his hands, and noticing that the gashes in his flesh no longer bled, or indeed where lacking in pain, he unsheathed his sword, age at this injustice filled him and he lashed out at the closest living thing, with a single swipe removed the soldiers head. He fell to his knees in anguish. He was dead, and his soul rejected from an afterlife with his god. His god had forsaken him the light had forsaken him. The cold realization that formed his current personality set in and he was reborn a monster.
The blade in his hand called to him and with it he summoned a deathly steed. It's skeletal body twisted by the darkness and the evil that now clouded the Knight heart and mind.
Class information
Class: Faithful
Rank: Fanatic
Name: Baron Damian Rivendare
Alias: None
Gender: Male
Race: Undead Human
Age: Died at 28
Birthplace: Avaren
Current Residence: Ruins of Aesir
Appearance
Physical Appearance:
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 80 lb
Body: Nothing but skin and bones, literally.
Eyes: Grey and clouded over
Hair: Thinning, shoulder length white hair.
Other: The flesh at his joints dried up a while back and flaked off so his elbows, his knees, his fingers and his toes have no flesh on them. He is also missing his mandible, and his tongue, which is why he wears a veil over his face. His voice comes from the power of his sword. Also he's miss everything, except his spine, between his diaphragm and hips. Despite his disfigurements he has as even more mobility with the lack of flesh.
Clothing: Wears a veil over his face to hide the fact that he's missing his lower jaw. and he hangs cloth from his lower ribs to hide his missing gut.
Equipment
Weapons:
Name: Misery
Type: Longsword
Abilities: Does nothing in the the hands of anyone other than Damion. And without it Damian is no more powerful than a lesser undead with armor and a mind of it's own. The Blade holds a piece of his soul stored within it.
Armor and Accessories Black Plate male adorned with skeletal designs. Layer of chain mail underneath.
Personal Information
Personality: Cold and calculating, to him Life means nothing. Life is fleeting and unfair, where as death is the eternal equalizer. In death, the mightiest king is as powerful as the lowest peasant. None can escape death, and the very thought of the cold embrace of the abyss strips a man to his very core exposing the truth. He gladly frees the living from the cruelty of life.
History:
Once a commander in the Avarenian army. One who was at one time Faithful to his Queen and his country to a flaw. To him Magic was a plague to be stomped out. In the war against Aesir he was killed. His remains buried beneath the city when it fell. However, Death could not break his will. Climbing to the surface from the sewers of the fallen city he found his way back into the cruelness of the light.
There was a man injured his crest was that of Avaren. So the Baron tried to help the soldier but when he got close the soldier panicked and tried to kill him, calling him a monster. after a closer look at his hands, and noticing that the gashes in his flesh no longer bled, or indeed where lacking in pain, he unsheathed his sword, age at this injustice filled him and he lashed out at the closest living thing, with a single swipe removed the soldiers head. He fell to his knees in anguish. He was dead, and his soul rejected from an afterlife with his god. His god had forsaken him the light had forsaken him. The cold realization that formed his current personality set in and he was reborn a monster.
The blade in his hand called to him and with it he summoned a deathly steed. It's skeletal body twisted by the darkness and the evil that now clouded the Knight heart and mind.
Class information
Class: Faithful
Rank: Fanatic
