Post by Adaji Oonarund on Jul 12, 2015 6:23:05 GMT
Name:
Leandir Gallantblade
Birthplace:
Brunwall
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Age:
Unknown.
Affiliation:
Former Knight. Independent Mercenary
Personality:
The grizzled persona of Leandir is an intimidating one to say the least. Many would-be highwaymen have been known to reconsider when the old knight lays his eyes upon them with a cold stare, and mothers hide their children out of fear when he rides through a village on his black horse. Once, what seemed like a lifetime to him now, he was well known for his gallant attitude and zealous fervor towards rooting out and destroying the Cursed Ones, slaying them all without mercy in the name of his king and his country. But now that he himself is Cursed, a pariah and a monster in the eyes of his people, his outlook towards life has changed greatly. He is a bitter man, introverted and skeptical, but within his heart slowly begins to change for the better, becoming what he once masqueraded as in the name of chivalry. Charitable, protective of the innocent, righteous in his anger, and above all, strong in his will.
Physical Description:
The tall, white-haired figure of Leandir strikes a figure as a man worn by age, and experienced over all. His face and body is marred by a myriad of many varieties of scars and marks inflicted upon him by mortal weapons and demons both, his eyes a striking grey which underneath hold a fierce and empowering will that dares not back down from any threat. Across his back, a large greatsword rests in a leather scabbard, it's blade nicked and marked by the claws and fangs of many a beast. As for his garb, he prefers dark leather and chainmail so as to still retain mobility, knowing full well that plate armor serves no purpose but a small time delay for a hungry beast to devour one. His right arm is always wrapped in bandages, both to aid with wielding his sword, and to hide his mark.
History:
Once hailed as the Great Old Lion, Leandir was born of a noble lineage and for much of his life was raised with a silver spoon and trained to become a chivalrous knight under the banner of Brunwall, turning his blade towards any foul beast that dared besmirch it's great land, and to him and his fellow Knights of the Table, such beasts included Mages and Cursed Ones. Under the code of the Knights, no one marked with the Curse was to be alotted mercy. Man, woman, children, all were turned to the blade when the devil's mark appeared upon them, and Leandir was known as the greatest of their inquisitors. And so what great cosmic irony it was when one day, that same feared and fated mark appeared on his right arm and he too would be branded a devil. Friends and family who knew him for years instantly cast him out and drew swords, and he was imprisoned and sentenced to execution by burning. He did not resist his capture, that lonely and cold night bringing painful regret into his heart for his sins, and he accepted his death. Solemnly he walked up, silently he allowed himself to be bound to the pyre where he would burn, and when the torch was thrown, he closed his eyes in peace.
There would be no peace.
No witnesses live to tell the tale of what happened at the burning of Leandir, and no memory exists within his own mind to know the truth, but what is known is this. The chains of iron could not hold the knight, and even though two dozen experienced Knights and many more militiamen were in attendance, not a single one survived to tell the tale of his rage. Only their broken, mangled corpses spoke of him, and as for Leandir, he could only remember one thing from that time. The image of a black wolf appeared to him when he closed his eyes, it's mouth closed, yet somehow it spoke to him, within him, a single word.
Fenrir.
Now Leandir roams the land atop a black horse he affectionately named John, seeking out atonement for his sins by finding locations where demons, monsters, and evil men are rumored to torment and oppress the innocent, and although he is but one man, although so often he knows the situations he walks into are deadly and the odds are always against him, he walks into the fires of Hell without a single pang of hesitation. He is the man who has nothing left to lose. And for all the strengths of his opponents, he lacks the one weakness they all possess.
Fear.
Strength: 5/5
Endurance: 3/5
Agility: 2/5
Intelligence: 2/5
Perception: 2/5
Willpower:3/5
High Magic: ●○○○○○○○○○
Berserker's Rage: Leandir's Curse binds him to a mysterious entity he knows only as Fenrir, who seemingly appears to be a great wolf who visits him in his dreams. This wolf and he are linked by one soul, and thus he is gifted, or cursed, with the power of the Berserker. Strictly put, for every second Leandir remains in battle, the more dangerous and more furious he becomes, his pain only serving to further emblazon his righteous zeal as he refuses to die until every last bone in his body is broken, until every last drop of blood is spilled from his body. By his own admission, he is as much a monster as those he slays, and frequently he doubts whether if it is truly him that is the one fighting, or if it is not that wolf who haunts his dreams.
Mana: 10/10
Abilities:
Immense Pain Tolerance: (Passive) - Put simply, Leandir's sturdy willpower and rage gives him a nigh superhuman tolerance for pain to the point that he can continue fighting until he is dead on the ground. Even when ran through with a sword he still seems to maintain the flame within him to keep on fighting through blood loss, to the point he frequently dives into suicidal situations with complete disregard for his own well-being.
Regeneration (Passive): Leandir possesses the ability to regenerate from heavy wounds in a matter of hours as a result of the entity dwelling within him, allowing him to mend broken bones and gashes across his skin from deadly battles. He does not possess the ability to regenerate lost limbs, nor does his regeneration kick in for minor wounds.
Bloody Blade (Active) - By harnessing his righteous fury and battle rage, Leandir can use the very blood spilled by his enemies upon his blade to strengthen the sword far beyond it's normal capabilities, it's potency and sharpness increased by how much blood has been shed upon it. With a sufficient amount of blood, Leandir's sword can slice through the plate armor of a knight, rending one's body into two pieces as his strength is amplified greatly during the usage of the attack.
