Drahkma
Dashing Imperial Officer.
Name: Kyros Duenfeur
Alias: Redhand
Age: 83, appears to be less than half that. (Mid thirties)
Sex: Male
Race: Breton
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship/Marital status: Single
Laterality: Left hand dominant, but uses both for his sword.
Afflictions: Vampirism
Appearance: Kyros is well over six feet. His broad shoulders and well muscled form make him a striking and intimidating figure even out of his armour. His upper torso is covered with scars, a testament to the battles and wars he has survived.Despite being a vampire, Kyros eyes' maintain their deep blue colouration, and his face, unlike the faces of those northern Volkihars, remains much the same as it was in life, thin brows, a strong jaw, and an aquiline nose give him the visage of a noble from times long past.
Armour: Kyros wears steel plate, minus a helmet, with the typical chainmail and leather beneath. The gauntlets from his elbows down to his fingers have been painted a blood red, from where he gets his alias. The right pauldron has several deep scratches along it, as if from some great beast. He hasn't had the pauldron removed, out of nostalgia. His breastplate and leg armour is fairly well maintained, as is fitting a knight.
Weaponry: He wields a steel longsword that he has kept from his past life as a mortal breton knight. The blade is wickedly sharp, and has been named the somewhat less than original Razor. The crossguard swoops up in the direction of the blade, forming a half circle to protect the hands. The hilt is long enough to be gripped with both hands, the pommel is in the shape of a diamond.
Class: Knight/warrior
Combat preference: Kyros wades into combat with swings of his longsword cutting apart the enemy with ease. To some, he seems like a lumbering oaf, large and well armoured, but slow. Which is exactly what he wants. The undead knight is absurdly skilled with his blade, and years of practice and more importantly, actual combat experience, which he applies in every battle he enters. Still, his style is simple. Sweep aside the defences of the enemy, before cutting them apart. He cares very little for showmanship or drawn out battles, prefering to beat an enemy quickly, and move on.
Personality: With more than half a century of constant warfare under his belt, Kyros is a callous and cynical individual, slow to trust, and not likely to make many friends. Most find his blunt honesty offensive, and his disregard for the lives of others appalling. However, he still clings to some form of honour, and dislikes thieves and assassins. If his word is given, he will strive to uphold it, even to the point of death. He does have some regard for his companions, especially if they can hold their own in combat.
Religion: None
Positive traits: Honest, honourable, determinator.
Negative traits: Cynical, blunt, callous
Likes: Battles, the bloodier the better, duels, honourable folk.
Dislikes: Thieves, assassins, liars and braggarts
Fears: Not a lot. If it were anything, it would be meeting an end that didn't involve some form of combat.
History: Kyros was not always the blood drinking juggernaught of death he is now. Once, he was Kyros Duenfeur, a noble knight of Evermore. He followed in the steps of his father, and his fathers' father. Fighting first against the Aldmeri Dominion, in the second great war, then against the empire in its aftermath. It was in this second war that Kyros fought in a great battle against the imperial legions. A battle the forces of High Rock were doomed to lose.
He cut down dozens of imperial legionnaires before being brought down himself. He was left for dead, though through luck and sheer stubborness, he lived, and dragged himself from the battlefield. Horseless and wounded, he crawled through the wilderness of High Rock with only his sword and armour. It was after several hours of agonising travel that he collapsed, his body finally at its' limits.
Unknown to him, or anyone, vampires had been drawn by the great bloodshed. A couple tracked Kyros to what the knight had assumed would be his final resting place, and offered him another chance...a chance at vengeance. Though he disliked the skulking creatures, he was not ready to bleed out so far from home. He accepted, and rose with the strength of a dozen men. For several days he hounded the imperial army, slaughtering their scouting parties and harrassing their supply lines.
However, they pose no challenge, no danger to the undead knight. He now seeks greater enemies to strike down, and to this end, wanders to the imperial controlled city of Bruma. Though he does not know what he will find, he assumes the call for warriors means fresh bloodshed, and fresh challenges.
Dialogue Colour: Orange
Ha! I actually followed through on something! I mean..wait...plops.
Alias: Redhand
Age: 83, appears to be less than half that. (Mid thirties)
Sex: Male
Race: Breton
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship/Marital status: Single
Laterality: Left hand dominant, but uses both for his sword.
Afflictions: Vampirism
Appearance: Kyros is well over six feet. His broad shoulders and well muscled form make him a striking and intimidating figure even out of his armour. His upper torso is covered with scars, a testament to the battles and wars he has survived.Despite being a vampire, Kyros eyes' maintain their deep blue colouration, and his face, unlike the faces of those northern Volkihars, remains much the same as it was in life, thin brows, a strong jaw, and an aquiline nose give him the visage of a noble from times long past.
Armour: Kyros wears steel plate, minus a helmet, with the typical chainmail and leather beneath. The gauntlets from his elbows down to his fingers have been painted a blood red, from where he gets his alias. The right pauldron has several deep scratches along it, as if from some great beast. He hasn't had the pauldron removed, out of nostalgia. His breastplate and leg armour is fairly well maintained, as is fitting a knight.
Weaponry: He wields a steel longsword that he has kept from his past life as a mortal breton knight. The blade is wickedly sharp, and has been named the somewhat less than original Razor. The crossguard swoops up in the direction of the blade, forming a half circle to protect the hands. The hilt is long enough to be gripped with both hands, the pommel is in the shape of a diamond.
Class: Knight/warrior
Combat preference: Kyros wades into combat with swings of his longsword cutting apart the enemy with ease. To some, he seems like a lumbering oaf, large and well armoured, but slow. Which is exactly what he wants. The undead knight is absurdly skilled with his blade, and years of practice and more importantly, actual combat experience, which he applies in every battle he enters. Still, his style is simple. Sweep aside the defences of the enemy, before cutting them apart. He cares very little for showmanship or drawn out battles, prefering to beat an enemy quickly, and move on.
Personality: With more than half a century of constant warfare under his belt, Kyros is a callous and cynical individual, slow to trust, and not likely to make many friends. Most find his blunt honesty offensive, and his disregard for the lives of others appalling. However, he still clings to some form of honour, and dislikes thieves and assassins. If his word is given, he will strive to uphold it, even to the point of death. He does have some regard for his companions, especially if they can hold their own in combat.
Religion: None
Positive traits: Honest, honourable, determinator.
Negative traits: Cynical, blunt, callous
Likes: Battles, the bloodier the better, duels, honourable folk.
Dislikes: Thieves, assassins, liars and braggarts
Fears: Not a lot. If it were anything, it would be meeting an end that didn't involve some form of combat.
History: Kyros was not always the blood drinking juggernaught of death he is now. Once, he was Kyros Duenfeur, a noble knight of Evermore. He followed in the steps of his father, and his fathers' father. Fighting first against the Aldmeri Dominion, in the second great war, then against the empire in its aftermath. It was in this second war that Kyros fought in a great battle against the imperial legions. A battle the forces of High Rock were doomed to lose.
He cut down dozens of imperial legionnaires before being brought down himself. He was left for dead, though through luck and sheer stubborness, he lived, and dragged himself from the battlefield. Horseless and wounded, he crawled through the wilderness of High Rock with only his sword and armour. It was after several hours of agonising travel that he collapsed, his body finally at its' limits.
Unknown to him, or anyone, vampires had been drawn by the great bloodshed. A couple tracked Kyros to what the knight had assumed would be his final resting place, and offered him another chance...a chance at vengeance. Though he disliked the skulking creatures, he was not ready to bleed out so far from home. He accepted, and rose with the strength of a dozen men. For several days he hounded the imperial army, slaughtering their scouting parties and harrassing their supply lines.
However, they pose no challenge, no danger to the undead knight. He now seeks greater enemies to strike down, and to this end, wanders to the imperial controlled city of Bruma. Though he does not know what he will find, he assumes the call for warriors means fresh bloodshed, and fresh challenges.
Dialogue Colour: Orange
Ha! I actually followed through on something! I mean..wait...plops.
