Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 3:21:13 GMT -5
Basic Information
Name: Artorias Harlow
Race: Human
-Ethnicity: Cruinthian
Age:Twenty Eight
Gender: Male
Height: Six foot two
Weight: 190lbs
Eyes: Deep blue
Hair: Bald, with Goatee facial hair.
Class/Occupation: Fighter/Lord
Nobility: None
Starting Morality: Pure Hearted
Faction: Royal Justean guard
Languages: Cruic
Appearance:
Personality: Artorias is a kind fellow. He always goes out of his way to help those in need when he can. He knows in his heart he can’t save everyone but believes he should at least attempt to. He always welcomes new friends into his life and new bonds with fellow adventures. He travels around as much as he can to learn new knowledge and advance his skills in combat.
History: Artorias was born the 15th of 172 Cretos in Fordeth. His mother and father gave him the best upbringing they could but they were not the wealthiest family. Artorias was home schooled by his mother and taught how to fight by his father when he was home. His father was a soldier in the SKC and was gone for long periods of time during his childhood. But when he came home on leave he always made it his priority to teach his son all he knew to be prepared for the world that he knew was out there. His mother taught him the basics of Manners, How to read and write, and how to take care of himself. He didn't mind learning from his mother but he turned out to be more like his father then his mother cared to admit. He was always out playing with the other children when he could in Fordeth. He always liked to play fight with the other children and show off what his father taught him. He felt it was only natural to better himself to beat the other kids in his neighborhood.
As Artorias grew up the world around him began to come into full view. He began to see the poverty, the politics, the hatred for magic, and the hatred for things that were different or unknown. It sickened him and he began asking questions about this to his mother and father. Finally they told him what the real world was like when he was a teen. His father told him war stories and the creatures he had fought in his latest battles when he returned home while his mother told him the truth about politics and what was happening around the world. It was a eye opener for him and he felt like he should make a difference in the world. He didn't hate his father for doing the work of the king. He understood everyone feared his rule and paid their tributes to be left alone under his watchful eye. Of all the stories his mother and father told him he always enjoyed the stories of the old cruinthe. Legends of hero's that stood against the corruption, evil, and creatures of the dark. They were always his favorite stories and took them to heart.
When Artorias was old enough to be a man he decided it was time to make his own decision. To do what he felt was right and against his fathers wishes he left the safety of his childhood home and made his way to Helkoth where he intended to join the RJG. To make the legends come true that his mother told him and return Cruinthe to its former glory.
