Fantasy Old World Strife [Characters]

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Character Name:
Gender:
Age:
Phys. Description: (Height, weight, eye/hair color, etc.)
Combat Type: (Swords, Bows, Magic, Guns, etc.)
Items: (Inventory, anything from clothes to rings to pocket change in exact amounts. Try and be realistic with how much you would own/could carry.)
Bio: (Please be as detailed as possible, I love a good read. The deeper you go, the more story we can create. Two paragraph minimum.)

 

[Tardy Grade]

Character Name: Blitz Krig 


Gender: MaleAge: 21


Combat type: Heavy sword two handed- Sword (Minimally a Zweindher, Specializes with his Bastard sword)


Items:


Usually sports a medium armor that allow's for free movement.


All weather Cloak that can cover him and his blade.


A full metal gauntlet itself can be used to hurt an intangible or magical entity.(40% purity)


The blade is made of similar but less pure material as it's an alloy. (10% purity)


He has a set of throwing knives as back up.(Normal)


Phys. Description:


Blitz stands at 5'10" and weighs in at 160 lb.


His eyes are so black that they appear mono-colored. Messy but medium spiky hair. Sharp angled brows. No other distinct facial hair.


Wide shoulders and medium looking build which is denser than it looks. Distinct muscle and scar tissue visible through the medium armor he sports. Dark all weather cloak acts to protect both him and his blade.


Bio: 


Born to a father who let the death of his wife deeply influence him, he was raised to be able to survive any scenario. Not being able to grow up beyond the barracks meant his means of childhood play would be that of regiment of training,the kind that made most of the men in the camp weep blood.Literally.


He served as the Smith's apprentice during his off time to both earn the salary that was demanded by his Father as proof of his ability to fend for himself until he was combat ready. In the armory he found multiple discarded weapons that he used to train in.


His lack of finesse meant that exaggeratedly nimble sword play would never fall into his domain but he did discover a love of the broadsword. Still too small and young to wield one for practice at age 7 he was given smaller blades to which the smith added waits each month. At the age of 13 he was the youngest recruit in the regiment under the direct command of his Father, the Garrison leader.


This would prove to be the last fight he'd have with the mentality of a child as he is exposed to the harsh reality of war. The term of his service lasted till his 18th birthday when he was recognized as his own man. It was also the same night his Father hired a band of cutthroats for him to fight as a right of passage. Though he was heavily bleeding he managed to subdue all his assailants at which point his Father walked in while dragging a large modified Bastard sword.


After that night he left to experience all this world had to offer.


He was disciplined and methodical. Prone to making decisions after a lot of deliberation. At his wits end he is likely to let brute force hold sway.

 

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[Tardy Grade]

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[Sir Galahad II]

Character Name: Sir William Hendrick


Gender: Male


Age: 24


Combat Type: Sword and shield


Phys. Description: William stands at 6'2" and weighs in at 172 lb. His eyes are nearly the same shade of dark brown as his short, neat hair. Stubble grows across his face. Years of physical activity have left him in good shape. Generic, I know
 


Items: A full set of steel armor, steel arming sword, steel shield, and everything you'd expect under plate armor.


Bio: When William was a young boy, his father often told him stories of heroes. Tales of brave knights slaying dragons and rescuing damsels in distress. It's no wonder why he grew up wanting to follow in his father's footsteps and become a knight. After years of training and working as a squire, William finally became a knight at the age of 21. The day after the ceremony concluded, he set off for active duty. Then, all hell broke loose.


The entire city burned. Alarm bells clamored out in vain. Peasants cried out into the night, and the comrades William only briefly knew fell beside him one by one. In the face of nigh undefeatable horrors, he fled from the city, leaving behind his family, his past, and his dignity. That day seemed to change him into the gloomy person he is today. Over the years he spent wandering between the last safe havens in the world, he would always strive to redeem himself for the day he was a coward, lest he hear the cries of the dying echo through his ears again.

 

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