Post by Knight-Captain Nathanos on Dec 2, 2007 20:27:57 GMT -5
GENERAL
Birth Name: Nathanos Darthoran
Race: Born a human, later turned to a Shade.
Age: 22 years, 5 as a Shade
Gender: Male
Occupation: Captain of the Knights of Rayne
Birthplace: Rayne, the Waterfront district
Family Relations: None, but he considers the citizens he protects his family
Current Location: The Guards' Barrack
Weapons: A long bow, a hand and a half sword, his bare hands, and the darkness
Other items owned: A well worn set of plate armor, a small shack in the waterfront district of Rayne, and a small leather pouch that holds his meager salary.
BACKGROUND
Personality: Extremely protective, but he doesn't show it. He tackles his problems by literally tackling them head on, the best way around something is to go right through it. Nathanos is impatient and impulsive, its gotten him into a few tight situations. Some believe him to be distant, even arrogant.
Detailed History: He was born to a poor family. His father served in the army, perhaps one of the most valiant fighters ever to carry Rayne's battle standard. His father died a week after Nathanos' fifth birthday in an ambush. His Mother never got over it. Since then, Nathanos did whatever he could to support he and his Mother, resorting to thievery when times were lean. They would not accept charity, but coins were often found underneath the doormat on their humble wooden shack.
At age fifteen his Mother died, leaving behind all of her and her husband's worldly positions; The small house, and his father's armor and sword. Both had seen many battles, and they would see many more. He enlisted in the army at age 16, quickly rising through the ranks. He constantly lived in his Father's shadow. Until the night he was changed. Nathanos had been walking home from the barrack, he didn't fear the dark, he'd traveled this path time and time again. He fell to the ground, an unseen force wrapping around his ankles, pinning him to the ground. Despite his struggling, the figure drew nearer. The assailant's body wasn't visible in the darkness, but that wasn't as disturbing as the bright white eyes, seemingly glowing as he approached. He squinted as the dark fist swung towards his stomach. He didn't feel the blow, only a strange cold sensation, the bright white eyes burning into him as the figure muttered in some unknown language. The only thing he remembered from that night was his skin appeared to evaporate away, leaving his body black as the night sky, almost mist-like. He awoke in a pool of sweat. He was convinced it was just a dream. It wasn't until a few months later that the transformation took effect. He noticed that his shadow moved about as if were alive, he passed this off convincing himself he was just delusional and needed to get more sleep. His shadow continued to behave strangely, and after awhile he learned to control its movements. He mustn't as much shocked as he was curious. What else might I be able to do?
Five years later he was given the rank of Knight-Captain, the youngest Rayne had ever seen. Now a master of his strange powers, he deserved the title. He was a ruthless fighter and the city had never seen defeat under his command. By this time he was a bit paranoid. He often wondered about what could drive the natives to throw their lives away in an attempt to break the walls of Rayne. It was a cold night, he was on graveyard shift, sitting in one of the guard towers overlooking the city and the area around it... his gaze stopped at the beam of light shooting into the sky. He ran down the spiraling staircase and into the streets a moment after the beam dissipated. He dashed to the town square stopping at the bulletin board. Quickly scratching out words with his quill pen, he attached the parchment. All able bodied men were to report to the barracks. Something was coming.
Fears: His own power
Strengths: Unmatched skill with a blade, and thanks to his shadowy friend, nearly never ending strength and stamina.
Weaknesses: He doesn't understand the concept behind backup. The nagging hunger for power that never seems to leave the back of his mind.
Likes: The rush of battle. The thought that he keeps the city safe.
Dislikes: The fact that he's alone in the world.
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: Soft contour square face with a sly smile and untidy dark hair, brown eyes. Although he can change his appearance at will, he believes having an identity is important.
Clothing: He always wears his armor, only removing it to bathe and sleep. And even while he sleep he wears the blue tabard of Rayne.
Build: 6 foot, two inches. He is much stronger than he appears.
Marks/Scars: Shiny silver mark on his palm, the palm he uses to feed off of his victims. A large scar on his chest from when he was turned.
Birth Name: Nathanos Darthoran
Race: Born a human, later turned to a Shade.
Age: 22 years, 5 as a Shade
Gender: Male
Occupation: Captain of the Knights of Rayne
Birthplace: Rayne, the Waterfront district
Family Relations: None, but he considers the citizens he protects his family
Current Location: The Guards' Barrack
Weapons: A long bow, a hand and a half sword, his bare hands, and the darkness
Other items owned: A well worn set of plate armor, a small shack in the waterfront district of Rayne, and a small leather pouch that holds his meager salary.
BACKGROUND
Personality: Extremely protective, but he doesn't show it. He tackles his problems by literally tackling them head on, the best way around something is to go right through it. Nathanos is impatient and impulsive, its gotten him into a few tight situations. Some believe him to be distant, even arrogant.
Detailed History: He was born to a poor family. His father served in the army, perhaps one of the most valiant fighters ever to carry Rayne's battle standard. His father died a week after Nathanos' fifth birthday in an ambush. His Mother never got over it. Since then, Nathanos did whatever he could to support he and his Mother, resorting to thievery when times were lean. They would not accept charity, but coins were often found underneath the doormat on their humble wooden shack.
At age fifteen his Mother died, leaving behind all of her and her husband's worldly positions; The small house, and his father's armor and sword. Both had seen many battles, and they would see many more. He enlisted in the army at age 16, quickly rising through the ranks. He constantly lived in his Father's shadow. Until the night he was changed. Nathanos had been walking home from the barrack, he didn't fear the dark, he'd traveled this path time and time again. He fell to the ground, an unseen force wrapping around his ankles, pinning him to the ground. Despite his struggling, the figure drew nearer. The assailant's body wasn't visible in the darkness, but that wasn't as disturbing as the bright white eyes, seemingly glowing as he approached. He squinted as the dark fist swung towards his stomach. He didn't feel the blow, only a strange cold sensation, the bright white eyes burning into him as the figure muttered in some unknown language. The only thing he remembered from that night was his skin appeared to evaporate away, leaving his body black as the night sky, almost mist-like. He awoke in a pool of sweat. He was convinced it was just a dream. It wasn't until a few months later that the transformation took effect. He noticed that his shadow moved about as if were alive, he passed this off convincing himself he was just delusional and needed to get more sleep. His shadow continued to behave strangely, and after awhile he learned to control its movements. He mustn't as much shocked as he was curious. What else might I be able to do?
Five years later he was given the rank of Knight-Captain, the youngest Rayne had ever seen. Now a master of his strange powers, he deserved the title. He was a ruthless fighter and the city had never seen defeat under his command. By this time he was a bit paranoid. He often wondered about what could drive the natives to throw their lives away in an attempt to break the walls of Rayne. It was a cold night, he was on graveyard shift, sitting in one of the guard towers overlooking the city and the area around it... his gaze stopped at the beam of light shooting into the sky. He ran down the spiraling staircase and into the streets a moment after the beam dissipated. He dashed to the town square stopping at the bulletin board. Quickly scratching out words with his quill pen, he attached the parchment. All able bodied men were to report to the barracks. Something was coming.
Fears: His own power
Strengths: Unmatched skill with a blade, and thanks to his shadowy friend, nearly never ending strength and stamina.
Weaknesses: He doesn't understand the concept behind backup. The nagging hunger for power that never seems to leave the back of his mind.
Likes: The rush of battle. The thought that he keeps the city safe.
Dislikes: The fact that he's alone in the world.
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: Soft contour square face with a sly smile and untidy dark hair, brown eyes. Although he can change his appearance at will, he believes having an identity is important.
Clothing: He always wears his armor, only removing it to bathe and sleep. And even while he sleep he wears the blue tabard of Rayne.
Build: 6 foot, two inches. He is much stronger than he appears.
Marks/Scars: Shiny silver mark on his palm, the palm he uses to feed off of his victims. A large scar on his chest from when he was turned.