Name: Race: (Human, Elf, Dwarf, Demon, Angel, Dragonkin, Dark Elf, Halfling, Orc) Eye colour: Hair colour: Personality: Weapons: Looks: Backstory:
Name: Martin Soul Race: Human Eyes: Blue Hair: Black Personality: Honorable/Strict, understands that a King must sometimes sacrifice his own honor to do what is best for his people. Weapons: Soulfire, his family's ancient bastard sword. As cold as ice to the touch of anyone not of the Soul bloodline. Looks: In his younger years he was fairer looking, yet now he carries many scars and the stress of countless battles have made their mark. Bio: Martin Soul, High-King of Frostmere (I'm not 100% sure what Kingdom name you said, i liked it tho) has ruled since the death of his farther, his family and people are age old believers in the Fallen One and have been fighting against the forces of The Forgotten ever since evils rise to power. The Kingdom of Frostmere has lost much in these conflicts, being vastly outnumbered by the Dark Legions they may not last much longer against the onslaught if things do not change soon. They are pretty much Gondor in a way, a once great Kingdom on the edge of oblivion. Just my idea at least, just spitballing, i leave the Kingdom itself up to you ofc. The Soul family words are: Victory, Vigilance, Sacrifice. A common saying among the family is: In battle, Victory. In peace, Vigilance. For our people, Sacrifice. Offtopic: If you eventually get this done, we could make it into a mod quite easily.
Name: Domnall Ó Con Cheanain (I can't really use Riverknight in this situation ) (Age 17) Race: Human (Of the tribe known as Uí Díarmata, a kingdom of old, now a mere urban legend) Eyes: All descendants of Uí Díarmata have green eyes. Hair: Brown hair, with small amounts of grey. Personality:Kind and gentle, Domnall hesitates and will try to spare all life if possible, this makes many of his kin think him weak. Weapons: While he is not the direct heir to the exiled thrown, he carries the family sword or known to his kin as a claíomh that they call "Dóiteáin" which comes out to fire in the common tongue. Domnall himself carries a mere bow and dons a Steel sword if a major battles begins. Looks: Like all his kin, Domnall is of average human size, he is rather young and rash but his cousin the exiled high king Seamus believes Domnall will prove to become an invaluable asset given time and patience. He is also lean and like all his kin have freckles. Backstory: Being the cousin of the exiled High King, Domnall has a significant amount of power. While many think him to be a rash boy, his cousin has given him many powers, among them bearing the family sword Dóiteáin for him in battle. Domnall above all wants to please his cousin and live up to the family saying of "Wisdom without Blemish". Also being an orphan at a young age, he suffers in all relationships and often leaves anyone that has ever reached out to him... spare his cousin Seamus. #2 Name: Seamus Ó Con Cheanain (Age 40) Race: Human ( Uí Díarmata ) Eyes: Green as the sea his ancestors ruled Hair: Thick black with long streaks of grey down the sides. Personality: A harsh cold figure to outsiders who ask of favors, but a kind gentle leader to his people... he considers all non kinsmen vermin and traitors and will kill anyone that harms his people. Weapons: The sword of his ancestors and the sword all the enemies of the Ancient kingdom of Uí Díarmata fear Dóiteáin... he dons massive armour into battle with the crest of his family along the back. Looks: A man that looks closer to 50 than forty, he has fair skin with freckles underneath his eyes... a lean man with more muscle than fat, he has a long hardened face and a vein above his right eye that menaces all enemies. Backstory: The last direct heir to Uí Díarmata he escaped the massacre of his inner family along with his infant cousin Domnall... he is stern having been named High King at 23. He has ruled fiercely and fair in his 17 years of service... but always in the back of his mind is what killed 7 of his family members. He often leads scouting mission and has many scars around on his body. He loves his young cousin like no one and due to not having a wife, he is roumerd to be grooming him for the exiled kingship. His dream... as well as his peoples dream is to reclaim their homeland known as Gaillimh. ** Backstory on Uí Díarmata** (WILL UPDATE LATER ONCE URI DOES HE EVIL LORD THING** I will try to intertwine them All I have so far is that some demon thing came and slaughtered the royal line, spare Seamus and Domnall.
Well if it aint too late (wouldn't mind reading what you have done so far tho. ) Name: Bonifatius Dallagan Race: Human (of the Anticuum, who used to wander the lands before the Mortality War, where they tried to exile the gods (whoever they are) Eyes: Grey, crackling with lighting (as if there is actually a storm raging within them) Hair: Thick blade mane which reaches just past his shoulders Personality: Bonifatius is a cold man, who has no warmth for anything, other than the brutality of war. He has a loose sense of honour, in that a enemy who proves worthy is allowed to live. He will not slay a fighter who does not have a chance to draw their weapon (excepting magic of any kind). However he has no qualms about using treachery or simple savagery to see victory. Many a former friend has been set upon and entire bandit groups turned against each other because of him. And all nobles know of his wild village attacks. He is willing to fight for gold, or when the alternative was to run away from a fight. Yet he will not fight at the commands of a woman for any reason. He has no attachment to women (a secret spurned suitor or something will not do for my Bonifatius... something more...) and although a few warrior-inclined women try and spark up a relationship with him, he either turns them down straight away or allows the inevitability of mercenary life take its toll (they die). I was thinking about him being a soldier of a lost time and cause. He has lost everything apart from the thing which his people were bred for, warfare. (Kinda taking a bit from Man of Steel for this one) He knows not of the few remnants of his people who try and survive in the Badlands (the land considered evil but not in the EVIL's land) nor those who have formed a special force, protecting a special someone (can be indoctrinated to evil or good... would make a nice scene in my honest opinion. When Bonifatius spots a glimpse of them during a battle and he then turns against his former allies. Or something) Weapons: He wields any weapons available, although he has an unusual attachment to a serrated dagger the length of his forearm. (It was a gift from someone special or something along those lines, although not a woman... maybe his mother.... HOWEVER, I was also thinking it possesses a daemon or spirit or long-lost ancestor which he hopes can bring back the majesty of the Anticuum (Ancient in Latin I think... hopefully google-translate is right) Looks: He is near enough seven foot (like all Anticuum) with lean, steel-strong muscle wrapping around his limbs and neck. His skin looks smooth but the wrinkles around his elbows and eyes are deep and many. His skin is pale and it is as if warmth cannot touch him.. He is always cold to touch (but he doesnt feel cold or slow or anything related to the cold) Backstory: Bonifatius Dallagan is a wanderer, adventurer, mercenary, bandit and chieftain. He initially started out as a simple soldier, fighting for a minor king in a mostly forgotten land. He left with a band of youths to search for a relic (simple quest-storyline) but as the time went by, the youths slowly accepted Bonifatius' harsh line of thinking, and slowly they began preying on the people who could have helped them. Eventually they were outright murderers and thieves, living off of anything and everything. However, Bonifatius was not content with simply ravaging isolated farms and rundown ruins. He took over a fishing village and became its ruler, hoping to forge a warrior-people out of the peaceful villagers. However his former king personally led the retribution force which destroyed the village and slaughtered his indoctrinated people (could have been the spirit or whatever within his dagger, or maybe the relic they had been sent to find...) He fled to Frostmere where he enlisted with a mercenary band, fighting the countless battles with EVIL. He eventually became a powerful lieutenant within the company and during an invasion of a nearby land (maybe to ensure that the EVIL didn't claim it) he broke off with his supporters, butchering his former comrades with the aid of the Elves who roamed there (or dwarves... an ambush by Elves is kinda cliché) After that he roamed from village to village, town to town, kingdom to kingdom, fighting for gold or the cause or for simple enjoyment. Even though his black nature is well known among the nobility, he is still well sought after as a leader, trainer or simple animal. He has earned many names, initially, the Hopebearer, after he betrayed his 'king', the Hungry. After he was driven out of the village, Lost Cause, he earned many nicknames during his time as a mercenary (their way of denoting rank among the lower levels) but before the ambush (betrayal of some kind) his was simply, Cold Wolf. Now, he is usually referred to as Bonifatius the Wolfblood, for his primal ways and the clothing he wears (chainmail, with bronze and iron shoulder guards and mantle which are inscribed with ancient runes and symbols of a wolf (the wolf looking like it was made from metal... the wolf itself is metal and not just a normal wolf..) He is also usually wrapped in furs (namely wolf ) but he is also known to wear the local clothing of a place where he is employed.
