User:Feir

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Character Sheet Information

Name: Feir Juneau Teirinov

Eyes: Acute, Auburn

Facial hair: A medium width chin-strap that flows into a thick but usually well kept goatee that accents his chin well. It is not long. He tries to keep a good rugged look most of the time. Its is also the color of his hair.

Hair: piceous, long and with slightly curly due to his length. Usually keeps it up.

Height: 6'2

Weight: 225 lbs.

Build: Stout, heavy up top with profound trapazoid muscles slightly tucked before the beginning of his shoulders and chest. Mostly toned due to his training but he isn't the most cut. His lower half is muscular as well, thick thighs down to robust calves.

Skin: A light tan that grows darker in the summer and lighter during the winter.

Age: Immortal. Don't be fooled however, being just shy of a few centuries old, his embodiment looks of a man in his mid thirties.

Race: Lycanthrope pursuit of king of Cenril.

Class: Conscript and bladed warrior

Personality: Outgoing usually and never hesitates to be of help but like anybody, he has a bad temper and can be easily pissed off though he does his best to depress this, he always remembers. Clever and loves to window shop at the ladies, flirtatious but also stern at times.

Marital status: Far too busy to turn attentions towards but is open to a worthy companion.

Alignment: legitimate

Allies and friends: Cornell the Burning, Anatolia the Shadow skilled.

Enemies: In some form or another, everyone who refuses patronage.

Strengths and Weaknesses

Alexandrian*

Magical Ability: Intermitten.

Protection: With a keen eye and heighten sense of things, his common sense and warrior instincts prevail.

Melee Ability: Strong.

Speed and Agility: As we get older, we become faster.

Lycan*

Magical Ability: scant.

Protection: Pure violence, slightly above average.

Melee: Lethal.

Speed and Agility: Swift and precise.

• Note* His vision is binded to red and black. He's more precise seeing that if his eyes stay focused on you, you will not escape however, if he were to turn at night in the heat of battle, the darkness wouldn't filter his sight leaving him blind mostly. The red would show the lighted areas whereas the black would be the obvious dark areas. Fighting on a full moon or in the frostmaw area would not be ideal for his enemies.

Permanence

• Prefers a neutral act on things, a balance between good and evil, yin and yang.

• Feels aversion for just about every creature alive falling on a simple thin line called "trust".

• Is fickle when it comes to his moods, honorable to his word but never misses a thing, remember that.

• Would love the opportunity to fight death himself and seeks him out.

• Bears the mark of the Alexandrian empire on the back of his neck, a once robust community now in dust covered ruins. The mark resembles a Gold "AE".

• Will make sure you get what you deserve, remember that.

• Wields the massive dragon tooth saber along with his two absent minded Wolf Spirit Gauntlets.

• A real charmer if you can catch him off duty, hide your daughters. ;)

• Eldest of three and plainly a man of old morals.

The Mark of Alexandria

• This sacred and high ranking mark embeds itself on the back of Feir's neck. It's capitalism on all Alexandrian ranks give the most prevailing evidence to someone worth the nod of a king and the duty of their protection. It is marked in gold because that color as with silver and white where Alexandria's flagship colors. To get tangled up with the rare few that bore this mark certainly meant death in most cases. It requires the absence of one's birth parents at age four and after wards, being matured through the training grounds. graduation will never come as one will never know it all. Evidently, "A" stands for Alexandrian and "E" stands for Empire.

Weapons, Armor, Artifacts, and Vero

• Dragon tooth saber, simple and heavy but stout and provides great defense. A last resort for Feir.

• His two dual wielding long swords both 26" a piece. These are his most common weapons of choice being dual edged and crafted of his home's finest metals.

• Proxies and Cappa, his two enchanted gauntlets that provide both and extension of offense and defense. Cappa works with fire and Proxies magnifies the magical energies born in every person as with Feir. This allows for a more painful attack.
• Note* These magical aids are scarce and last only so long.

• Small mechanical crossbow, mainly used for long ranged attacks and quick kills. His bows include poison and paralyzing tips as well as normal metal ones.

Armor

• Armor is usually kept light to one sleeve upon his whole right arm, an Alexandrian Shoulder piece on the right shoulder strapped across his chest and other shoulder by thick leather straps. His crimson cape ( Forbidden color of Alexandria ) drapes around his muscular neck and falls shy of his ankles. Around his knees are iron shin guards that extend to his protected toes. Tightly knitted and wrapped courtesy of his kingdom.

Artifacts

• Necromancer Pendant, It resembles the design of a nazi swastika but modified with human bones and teeth.
• Note* A link for the picture will be provided shortly.

• Small bag of coin for simple pleasures and personal purchases

• A purple ribbon that reminds him of many reasons he fights today. In remembrance of his home, a color of loss.

• A few small jewels he would find along the way, nothing of great interests.

• Vero, his most dangerous companion yet, a horrible beast tamed by the hands of Feir and retrieved from the underworld. It's own species name tells its ability.

Normal attire

• Usually in full armor because when he is not in battle, he is making trade or friends. In doing this, it's ideal to him to be protected in a full 360 degree. He would rep natural Alexandrian colors upon his armor and then the color black for his soft cotton under garments. Nothing out of the usual for casual residents in hollow.

• His crimson cape always fluent with his motions and only off when he would sleep. It means great importance to him, so to set it down could be detrimental. It plays a key part in his story.

Falling is not weak, Not getting back up is

Prologue The crepuscular rays extended to the wandering eyes of the young aspiring brother of three and hire to bear the mark of Alexandria. He comfortably sat upon his white steed impartial to the congregation of several hundred Warriors ready to fend off another manifesting horde of orcs accompanied by orge allies. The unity of the two races still made no real threat, especially since they encamped in the foothills and valley.

"Stupid fools, don't they understand that war is a mental thing, having the higher ground is always the most important." The words bellowed from the fat strewn chest of Siggs, second in command and trusted hand of Feir, the newly appointed war leader. Feir's auburn eyes gazed about the tiny ant look alikes with a passionate by devilish smile. The look etched upon his soft features also showed upon his whole body. It was like what he had felt would show purely around him and it did. He had a calming-felt confidence and with it, his armor glistened in the sun's magnificent rays. His white cape bustled in the sweeping boreal winds racing down the mountain sides and through the dark spots of shade the scant clouds would provide intermittently. "The land here is so quiet and peaceful, I never knew this.." Feir would mutter surely as his muscular arm would rise. The silver and gold wolf gauntlets radiated in the mass of sunlight and like a beacon, shined the signal. His two fingers, index and middle, held together and dropped in unison with his arm. A smirk followed the command religiously.

"I believe Reinhardh would enjoy this little warm-up. Especially since the opposing side thinks they can outsmart me. Siggs, pay no mind to the little band of retreating orcs heading up the hillside, they were given the order to release one of the bigger giants which is no matter to me. Lastly, inform Reinhardh during his decent to exterminate these nuisances that they plan an ambush from both the left and right hilltops. Archers in the rear and regulars up front. Ha, nothing but practice, even if we are outnumbered 6 to 1." Feir would speak to Siggs. A quick nod in reassurance and Siggs and his horse where making way a swift as the wind itself.

From the middle of the hill, Reinhardh, in all his hard fought glory stood at the ready solid and stout. His deep and low toned voice murmured subtle things but his eyes looked to and from Feir and the weak and pathetic he would be soon wasting his time upon. "There! It is done!" Reinhardh roared. "Begin the slaughter! Newcomers up front, time to let your manhood develop!" The Ground shaking army began it's deadly assault. The thunderous roar of men and the stomping of horse hooves filled the valley like a flood and like just like a flood, the blood of those that oppose Alexandria would flow.

Reinhardh lead his men down the mountain pass gripping the reigns of his armored horse. He held his sword in a grasp that would choke anything other than cold steel as his eyes focused for the coming pain. The human had dealt with this menace before and stamped it out every time it came. It was still a trial to overcome and that made it worth it.

The clash of swords began as Reinhardh broke the battle lines, an arcing blow cut a path into the orc mob before his brothers joined him. His horse reigned as the blood sprayed into it's eyes, the human knight never stopped slamming the sword down into thick orc skulls or ogre hides, tearing them open to let their bodies fall to the floor and add their blood to the unfertilized soil. The sword pierced through flesh and bone, leathers and armors, even breaking redundant orc weaponry with the simplest of ease. Reinhardh paused in the sea of his enemies, all around him the merciless battle ensued. Without warning the Knight closed his eyes and sucked in the tiniest little breath. His right gauntleted hand burned with red intensity that focused into his weapon. His horse bucked, his sword raised into the air high above the clashing bodies until a firestorm of death and thunderous chaos was struck down on the orcs.

Reinhardh slashed his sword into the sea of moving, conflicting parts. The wraith that rose from his weapon was magnificent, the destruction of the impure being wrote in devastating clarity. The magic exploded from his sword and created a plume of electric fury. A mass of at least twenty orcs and ogres were dismembered and incinerated by the sword stroke calamity, the thunderous echo pouring out over the encompassing mountains as his magical attacked raged through green ranks. "For Sierra!" He cried.

His men basked in his passion, watching as the fire in his veins intensified as he judged the monsters. He inspired them, he made them more than just men. Falling from the side of his horse he dropped down to the field of fighting, knight's sword in hand. The blood stained his legendary armor at the chest plate, arms, and gauntlets, his white hair matted with droplets of blood as the fighting intensified and he drew his shield from behind his shoulders. Just at that moment when the crest of Alexandria was leveled towards his foes, a giant appeared drawn to this conflict of their's. "Dammit." He spoke under his breath. It slammed it's enormous club down, bludgeoning green skins into the earth and breaking every bone in five bodies. He was worried about his men until he saw the civilians in the midst of the fighting. A girl and a boy, why in the world were they here?

Reinhardh's charged his gauntlet until a blue shock field encompassed the area, lighting bolts clinging to it's contour as a great energy passed through it. The orcs were paralyzed as they were lifted into the air, their limbs immobilized as they dropped their weapons and then death was upon them; with a flick of his wrist, his flaring sword crackled with damning fire and swept away every enemy in his path. He fought until he got to the children, the giant was upon them about to bring his weapon down, the sunlight poured into Reinhardh's vision from the sheer height of the giant but he narrowed his eyes and didn't falter, as that blow came down he raised his shield to meet it, covering the children in a net of safety right in the nick of time.

He suffered the tension in his muscles trying to out muscle a giant. He clenched his teeth and his fury rose beyond his tendons, beyond his capacity. The knight in Reinhardh shined and for a second his wings were visible, giving him that extra push forward to knock the giant's balance. Throwing his shield to the side, the Knight bent his knee and lunged upwards, his sword aiming skyward as it pierced the jaw of giant then tore free. The man's combat visor appeared on his face as he became a lethal angel. His wings pushed him to the side, avoiding the swatting hands of the giant as he landed on his shoulder and his sword sliced through the giant's neck, blood spurting out of the wound yet it was minuscule to the brute. Another sword slash, and another, Reinhardh devastating the giant's disfigured face as he rode the beast and the battle between his men and the combined brute army continued. He leaped into the air in front of the giant as it clambered to stay on it's feet, a confused and violent look on it's face as it tightened the grip on it's massive warclub. Reinhardh floated before it, his gauntlet burning with a wreath of flame as he traded his sword to his off-hand, "It ends now."

The giant roared and shook the ground, Reinhardh knew he had to end it before danger came to the children or his men. He stared at the beast through his combat visor, his breathing heavy and his heart pounding as he rushed forward. With a decisive strike Reinhardh joined his flaming hand to his sword, raining blow after blow on the giant's face before ending it with one attack that seared half of the giant's face off.

In defeat it roared and tumbled on it's back shaking the battlefield. Just as his brothers were mopping up the other forces, too, the Knight descended down into the dirt of the valley path and knelt, "For the fallen..." He whispered, his visor disappearing and the fire's dieing down on his form.

Feir's eyes pressed admiringly on top of the hillside, " Well, that's that. That should keep the lot at bay and give us enough time to head home safely now."