Name: Karsrick, To the nation he is known as General Karse, to friends, Erick.
Age: 27
Sex: Male
lineage: Heir to the Iron throne, current general of the Ironclad.
Appearance: Karsrick is a tall, handsome yet intimidating man. His short cropped black hair tops a generous clean shaven face, however that face is known to turn to an impervious stone of cold calculation and well placed rage. His body is large and muscular, he stands at about 6'5. his body is riddled with scars earned from a lifetime of battle. He wears a set of ancient armor forged with an ancient black metal, the rbestplate is elegant yet simple in design, with large intimidating shoulder places, and full arm length Gauntlets with clawed fingers, in the palms of the gauntlets, is inlaid a coin, on the right hand the coin is silvered, with the design of a wall of fire, and on the left hand, a gold coin with the design of a shield. On his back, the black armor was crafted with a clasp made to hold his staff.
When not in armor, Karsrick wears a simple yet elegant set of black clothing, and a large cloak, with a wine red sword belt with the detachable sword from the staff set into a black and gld scabbard at his side.
Abilities:Karsrick is a master tactician, and a legendary soldier, his abilities in combat are almost without equal, some can say he can even sense the flow of battle, and adjust his plans accordingly, it is also rumored that he wields ancient black magics.
Weapon of choice: Karsrick wields a variety of small weaponry for combat, but his main weapon takes the form of a long staff roughly as tall as he, made of a legendary black metal that is said to be impervious to damage, deceptively lightweight, and will hold a razor sharp edge that never dull's. The staff is topped with a wicked blade made of the same metal. The blade is detachable, and can be used as a sword. He found the weapon one day while raiding the catacombs of an ancient Dragoon society, aswell as his armor.
History: Karsrick grew up as the firstborn son to the emperor of the iron throne, he was raised in a martial setting, learning combat skills and tactics since the day he was able to walk. As he grew, he quickly became an outstanding soldier, and grew in the ranks of the Ironclad, eventually becoming the youngest general ever recorded at the age of 23. His ability as a geenral are now legendary, and his personal squadron known as the Barren-Clad are some of the most feared fighters in the known world.
There are many stories as to how the young Erick, as he likes to be called by those close to him, came into his martial powers, many of which never happened, but it is known to none of the true story. As a young soldier Erick would often take a handful of scouts on recon missions, one such led them to a small island, topped with the desolate ruins of an ancient prison, said to have held a clan of Draconic warriors known as Dragoons. Deep inside the ruins of the prison, Erick became seperated from his troops, and came upon a catacomb that stretched far into the eart, a vast cave lined with the crumbling bones of an ancient society. In the center of this cave system, he found a large coffin made of a mysterious black metal, having no qualms about disturbing the dead, Erick broke open the seal, and uncovered the body of the High-Priest of the Dragoon clan, all that was left of the body was a set of armor, forged from the same metal as the coffin, and a long staff, topped with a blade. Taking it upon himself to claim the lost artifacts, Erick has worn the armor, and wielded the staff ever since. However, rumor has it, that taking the legendary black metal upon himself, has imbued him with the residual magic's that ran through it's previous wielder, the ancient Dragoon High-Priest.
-- Edited by Samone on Monday 7th of November 2011 05:55:55 PM
Appearance: Kalryk was often seen as quite the unusual person, Standing tall amongst others at almost 7 feet tall, his body long and lean, covered with whipcord muscles, His entire body was riddled with fine scar's, proof of the hard life he has lived. His Bald head gleams in the sunlight, its polished surface easily spotted. Beginning at the back of his smooth skull running down his spine lay a series of bold black archaic tattoos, each one a spiritual marker from his tribe. His face is one hardened by a steel resolve that burns within it, the sharp angular edges of his jaw and the steel grey eyes set below an almost permanent scowl that emanates a feeling of a strong will, and one few would anger. Kalryk wears little clothing, preferring to stick to the traditional summer garb of his mountain dwelling tribe, simple loose fitting trousers dyed a dirty orange color using the traditional fruit his tribe has grown for hundreds of years. A simple hempen cord serves as a belt. Kalryk rarely wears any form of a top; however since being integrated into city life he has begun to wear a simple, worn brown leather vest covered in patches and stitching. He is also known to wear a large traveling cloak at times when discretion is needed. Multiple piercings adorn his body; most noticeable are the ones upon his face in sets of three, a powerful number in his religion. Upon each eyebrow are three small, simple iron rings, matching the three set into the left side of his nose, and the three in his lower lip. His ears remain bare of piercings, as it is believed by his tribe that to mar the ear is to disrupt ones connection to the world around them.
History: Born into an ancient mountain dwelling tribe mostly forgotten by history, Kalryk was raised in a harsh environment that only allowed the strong to live. The strict religious code of the tribe allowed little fault in its members, few who broke the rules were allowed to live, the lucky ones became exiled, such was the case with Kalryk. Having been trained as a monk from a young age, Kalryk was well on his way in life in the strict religious order, having risen in rank faster than any before him. However as one might guess, being exceptionally skilled and popular, Kalryk tended to have many enemies who wanted to see him fall so that they may rise to take his place. Murdering the tribe chief and leaving evidence of Kalryks presence set him up to be the fugitive of his tribe, having escaped in the night before he was to be executed Kalryk fled to the south, into an unknown world, a modernized world. Having no notion of cities or kingdoms Kalryk wandered south, out of the mountains, through the jungles and eventually after many moons of walking he eventually laid eyes on his first city. Scared but with a strong will to survive, Kalryk ventured into the city and slowly began to live his new life, even joining in with several local guilds to make money and grow as a person.
-- Edited by Samone on Wednesday 3rd of October 2012 09:32:20 PM
