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Description
Name: Sensid-Kronos Alphanesia

Nickname(s): The Wolf

Age: 29 years old

Gender: male

Birthplace: in his father's house.

Height: 6"0'

Alignment : Independent

Extended Information

Appearance:
A slim built man, only 6"0' and weighting a light 134 pounds, he does not immediately strike one as threatening. That is, if you disregard his armor, weapons and the crest of a Knight hanging about his neck. A mop of dark brown, almost black wavy hair that falls upon his face in unkempt tendrils if left to its own devices sits upon his head, once his pride and joy. A bushy, ill-kept mustache bedecks his thin lips, along with a badly maintained beard stretching from ear to ear.
A pair of dull hazel eyes, wreathed by the tell-tale dark rings of a sleepless man, and topped off with two elegantly curving eye brows are the centerpiece of his face. His voice is a deep affair, with an almost melodic tune to it, if you cared to listen over the thick accent. He is known to change his voice frequently, like a voice actor in his prime, but with far less talent.

Beneath his plate of steel and other articles of armor he wears a plain brown tunic, and a pair of equally plain pants. A pair of steel boots clad his feet, along with steel armor on his forearms, shins, and groin.

Personality:
He is overall quite the boor, impassive and blunt in his explanations, he refuses to engage in conversation with anybody not of his status, or at least his previous status. He is prideful, boastful, and can overall be an unpleasant person to associate with. He has an ego the size of Spira, and the mouth the boot. With his education, instead of doing something useful like teach, he decides to get in fights with bar patrons and whatnot. He tends to lose these fights until he whips out his sword and by then it was time to skip town before a mob assembled to kill him where he stood. So, he is a pugnacious young upstart with no common sense is what I am trying to get at here. He tends to over react when it comes to insults, particularly insults on his supposed 'honor', which has long since died off with his revoked knighthood.

He is bitter over his losses and is not a fair player, preferring to play dirty than fairly. He will do whatever it takes to win in any game he plays, and whatever fights he will eventually get into. Even if he does lose, he will call foul play and make a fuss until it goes his way…Probably a side-effect from his pampered childhood, getting everything that you ever wanted is not always a good thing is it?

Lifestyle:

His weakness the drink; he is bad enough with them, but alcoholic beverages are truly what makes his head spin, not in the good way either. He is prone to random acts of destruction as well, and will not hesitate to ransack your house if the urge comes by him. He also can't keep his damned mouth shut, and you can only imagine the trouble that has gotten him in. He also has a bad back after a riding accident caused him to have quite the spill. No fear is the motto of the Knights. However, he is far from fearless. Of all his fears, from death to paralysis, he fears for his sword Elitra, who has been with him for years and years…forged specifically for him his father once said. He has prejudices against the poor folk, and against those not of his species.

Inventory

Weapons:
He always carries his sword with him, in the scabbard at all times. He also bears a small knife that really serves no more purpose than to peel the occasional orange or to slip it between some fool's ribs. Other than that, he possesses no other weapons, save for his fists.

Armor:
He wears a suit of armor inscribed with the markings of one who has ridden into battle on one of the yellow behemoths and survived. Over this, he wears a simple black cloak, for the most part hiding his knightly past. When fighting with his sword in one hand, leather-bound buckler compliments his other. Because he was a lieutenant in the knights, his extravagantly ornate helmet bears the marks of soldiers past, and is quite the show piece. He also wears a pair of mail gauntlets, and a few rings of gold about his fingers. A belt encircles his waist with four pouches for storage of miscellaneous objects.

Other:
His knight's crest, which he shows off quite frequently.

Overdrive:

Sword & Buckler: He rushes forward, swings his at his opponent a total of 10 times, and slams his shield into his opponent while finishing it with a powerful downward slash. Can only be used on one person; great against bosses.

Background

Biography:
Born to a small family raised in aristocracy, where great things were expected of him, He used to be just a prideful young man with nearly infinite potential, but after the Fall of Castle-Hill, he was stripped of his birth right, and booted out of the army faster than you can say 'Giga-flare'. He was lucky they allowed him to keep his armor and weapons. He was well versed in fighting with a sword, and when he was ground-pounding his skill with a blade was second to only the most seasoned of Knights. He did have some trouble with the handling of the buckler in time with the sword, having repeated incidents, one of which actually constituted as a serious injury.

He was raised by his mother for the most part, while his father was away with the knights combating goblins. He would wander through his father's study and humor the thought of becoming a valiant knight as well. He was home-schooled by tutors from across the globe, and after his mother saw fit he was shipped off to academy to learn the ways of the warrior. He was only 14. Now, he spend four years in academy, and after he graduated with honors, his father, returned from campaigning, came with a gift; his first sword. He was delighted! As he gave his son his first weapon, he simultaneously retired from the knights with honors, and allowed his son to take up his armor, and sally forth on his own journey.

From here, he rose through the ranks, reaching Lieutenant, and under him he commanded a sizable force of knights. It was at this time he earned his nickname "The Wolf", for the sheer ferocity of his attacks. Swift and powerful, his force was matched by none….That is, until the Stone Warriors arrived. He was tasked with holding a key fortress on Castle-hill, his men were low on supplies, and the fortress had been pummeled beyond any recognition. So, in a last-ditch effort to save his objective, he mounted the courage to draw his father's sword, and charged along with the remainder of his men with the famed battle cry, 'Santiago!'

Of course, this was an epic slaughter which he had the cowardice enough to send his mount home, and play dead for hours. Of course he was immediately discharged from service, despite his previous track record, and shortly after his family went bankrupt and…Well, I suppose that's it. From there he wandered about, not really being productive, and being more of a mercenary than anything else. When word that his city had been conquered, he responded with a drunken laugh, and raised his glass in the air.

"Here's to those bastards at Castle Gibalrt; may they burn in the pits of hell!"

Now, he didn't mean that then, but he certainly does now, and he's sober too…For the most part anyway. A few bottles of red wine a day isn't too bad is it? Doesn't make somebody an alcoholic does it? Yes. Yes it does. I don't believe I mentioned this, but in reality, he was not too terribly good at swordsmanship, or revelry (Yes, I do mean parties); he was about equal with the drinking…That is, bad. He only got to the rank of Lieutenant by leeching off his father's status in the military, and once he died they allowed him to remain for the sake of his memory. That and the copious bribes his mother paid to the military in the form of 'donations'.

Description
Name: Sensid-Kronos Alphanesia

Nickname(s): The Wolf

Age: 29 years old

Gender: male

Birthplace: in his father's house.

Height: 6"0'

Alignment : Independent

Extended Information

Appearance:
A slim built man, only 6"0' and weighting a light 134 pounds, he does not immediately strike one as threatening. That is, if you disregard his armor, weapons and the crest of a Knight hanging about his neck. A mop of dark brown, almost black wavy hair that falls upon his face in unkempt tendrils if left to its own devices sits upon his head, once his pride and joy. A bushy, ill-kept mustache bedecks his thin lips, along with a badly maintained beard stretching from ear to ear.
A pair of dull hazel eyes, wreathed by the tell-tale dark rings of a sleepless man, and topped off with two elegantly curving eye brows are the centerpiece of his face. His voice is a deep affair, with an almost melodic tune to it, if you cared to listen over the thick accent. He is known to change his voice frequently, like a voice actor in his prime, but with far less talent.

Beneath his plate of steel and other articles of armor he wears a plain brown tunic, and a pair of equally plain pants. A pair of steel boots clad his feet, along with steel armor on his forearms, shins, and groin.

Personality:
He is overall quite the boor, impassive and blunt in his explanations, he refuses to engage in conversation with anybody not of his status, or at least his previous status. He is prideful, boastful, and can overall be an unpleasant person to associate with. He has an ego the size of Spira, and the mouth the boot. With his education, instead of doing something useful like teach, he decides to get in fights with bar patrons and whatnot. He tends to lose these fights until he whips out his sword and by then it was time to skip town before a mob assembled to kill him where he stood. So, he is a pugnacious young upstart with no common sense is what I am trying to get at here. He tends to over react when it comes to insults, particularly insults on his supposed 'honor', which has long since died off with his revoked knighthood.

He is bitter over his losses and is not a fair player, preferring to play dirty than fairly. He will do whatever it takes to win in any game he plays, and whatever fights he will eventually get into. Even if he does lose, he will call foul play and make a fuss until it goes his way…Probably a side-effect from his pampered childhood, getting everything that you ever wanted is not always a good thing is it?

Lifestyle:

His weakness the drink; he is bad enough with them, but alcoholic beverages are truly what makes his head spin, not in the good way either. He is prone to random acts of destruction as well, and will not hesitate to ransack your house if the urge comes by him. He also can't keep his damned mouth shut, and you can only imagine the trouble that has gotten him in. He also has a bad back after a riding accident caused him to have quite the spill. No fear is the motto of the Knights. However, he is far from fearless. Of all his fears, from death to paralysis, he fears for his sword Elitra, who has been with him for years and years…forged specifically for him his father once said. He has prejudices against the poor folk, and against those not of his species.

Inventory

Weapons:
He always carries his sword with him, in the scabbard at all times. He also bears a small knife that really serves no more purpose than to peel the occasional orange or to slip it between some fool's ribs. Other than that, he possesses no other weapons, save for his fists.

Armor:
He wears a suit of armor inscribed with the markings of one who has ridden into battle on one of the yellow behemoths and survived. Over this, he wears a simple black cloak, for the most part hiding his knightly past. When fighting with his sword in one hand, leather-bound buckler compliments his other. Because he was a lieutenant in the knights, his extravagantly ornate helmet bears the marks of soldiers past, and is quite the show piece. He also wears a pair of mail gauntlets, and a few rings of gold about his fingers. A belt encircles his waist with four pouches for storage of miscellaneous objects.

Other:
His knight's crest, which he shows off quite frequently.

Overdrive:

Sword & Buckler: He rushes forward, swings his at his opponent a total of 10 times, and slams his shield into his opponent while finishing it with a powerful downward slash. Can only be used on one person; great against bosses.

Background

Biography:
Born to a small family raised in aristocracy, where great things were expected of him, He used to be just a prideful young man with nearly infinite potential, but after the Fall of Castle-Hill, he was stripped of his birth right, and booted out of the army faster than you can say 'Giga-flare'. He was lucky they allowed him to keep his armor and weapons. He was well versed in fighting with a sword, and when he was ground-pounding his skill with a blade was second to only the most seasoned of Knights. He did have some trouble with the handling of the buckler in time with the sword, having repeated incidents, one of which actually constituted as a serious injury.

He was raised by his mother for the most part, while his father was away with the knights combating goblins. He would wander through his father's study and humor the thought of becoming a valiant knight as well. He was home-schooled by tutors from across the globe, and after his mother saw fit he was shipped off to academy to learn the ways of the warrior. He was only 14. Now, he spend four years in academy, and after he graduated with honors, his father, returned from campaigning, came with a gift; his first sword. He was delighted! As he gave his son his first weapon, he simultaneously retired from the knights with honors, and allowed his son to take up his armor, and sally forth on his own journey.

From here, he rose through the ranks, reaching Lieutenant, and under him he commanded a sizable force of knights. It was at this time he earned his nickname "The Wolf", for the sheer ferocity of his attacks. Swift and powerful, his force was matched by none….That is, until the Stone Warriors arrived. He was tasked with holding a key fortress on Castle-hill, his men were low on supplies, and the fortress had been pummeled beyond any recognition. So, in a last-ditch effort to save his objective, he mounted the courage to draw his father's sword, and charged along with the remainder of his men with the famed battle cry, 'Santiago!'

Of course, this was an epic slaughter which he had the cowardice enough to send his mount home, and play dead for hours. Of course he was immediately discharged from service, despite his previous track record, and shortly after his family went bankrupt and…Well, I suppose that's it. From there he wandered about, not really being productive, and being more of a mercenary than anything else. When word that his city had been conquered, he responded with a drunken laugh, and raised his glass in the air.

"Here's to those bastards at Castle Gibalrt; may they burn in the pits of hell!"

Now, he didn't mean that then, but he certainly does now, and he's sober too…For the most part anyway. A few bottles of red wine a day isn't too bad is it? Doesn't make somebody an alcoholic does it? Yes. Yes it does. I don't believe I mentioned this, but in reality, he was not too terribly good at swordsmanship, or revelry (Yes, I do mean parties); he was about equal with the drinking…That is, bad. He only got to the rank of Lieutenant by leeching off his father's status in the military, and once he died they allowed him to remain for the sake of his memory. That and the copious bribes his mother paid to the military in the form of 'donations'.