Legacy of Magnus Empyrean
Posted: November 3rd, 2023, 9:35 am
Character Introduction
Iron
Full Name: Magnus Empyrean
Birthdate: Warmwind, 16th
Birthplace: Drolund, Midlands
Birthsign: The Legionnaire
Appearance
Age: 45 (46 now)
Height: Towering, 6.8ft
Weight: Heavy, muscled
Eyes: A profound hazel
Hair: Greyed, white
Skin: Caucasian, scarred
Handedness: Ambidextrous
Posture: Soldier-like
Hygiene: Good enough
Scent: After shave balm
Physical Description: A towering 6.8ft tall figure stands before you, casting a long shadow. The leather armor barely contains his strong build. On his face, you see a glorious moustache, for which he seems very proud. He speaks with a foreign accent and a grave voice, in an assertive tone. He marches firmly, like a man with a purpose. A soldier-like posture denounces years of service. From head to toe, his skin is decorated with several scars - marks of a warrior. His hands, specially around the knuckles, have the most bruises; some look quite recent.
Personality
General Health: Looks extremely fit, well above average for his age
Profession: Mercenary, warrior; hunter
Faction Affiliation: none currently; retired legionnaire
Languages: Decusian, Yultish
Accent: Drodain
Roleplay Tools: His unrelenting sarcasm or a bleeding new scar sometimes
Hobbies: Training hard, fighting, flexing
Habits: Trains daily, eats a lot of protein
Personality Description: Friendly, humorous and sarcastic, though dark and pessimistic at times. He can be incredibly astute and strategic when the situation calls for it.
History: He was born after the Republic invaded Drolund, son of the violence between one of the invading soldiers and a local farm girl. His mother died during his birth. He was raised in the farm she worked on, as a helping hand. The love of parents was replaced by the constant fear of Torment. As he grew up, he displayed great physique and strength, what led him to start working as a guard and, eventually, mercenary. For many years he served the very legion that invaded the land. A problematic soldier, he was forced into retirement a few years earlier due to a rumour of heresy spread by a rival. For a while, he made a living out of winning fights in illegal arenas; disgraceful. Without causes to fight for anymore, Magnus finds himself seeking opportunity in the First Province, where an aging warrior may still find a place and meaning in this world.
Strengths: "Yes. Plenty."
Weaknesses: "Do not touch my moustache."
Governing Virtue: Valor
Governing Throne: Pride
Iron
Full Name: Magnus Empyrean
Birthdate: Warmwind, 16th
Birthplace: Drolund, Midlands
Birthsign: The Legionnaire
Appearance
Age: 45 (46 now)
Height: Towering, 6.8ft
Weight: Heavy, muscled
Eyes: A profound hazel
Hair: Greyed, white
Skin: Caucasian, scarred
Handedness: Ambidextrous
Posture: Soldier-like
Hygiene: Good enough
Scent: After shave balm
Physical Description: A towering 6.8ft tall figure stands before you, casting a long shadow. The leather armor barely contains his strong build. On his face, you see a glorious moustache, for which he seems very proud. He speaks with a foreign accent and a grave voice, in an assertive tone. He marches firmly, like a man with a purpose. A soldier-like posture denounces years of service. From head to toe, his skin is decorated with several scars - marks of a warrior. His hands, specially around the knuckles, have the most bruises; some look quite recent.
Personality
General Health: Looks extremely fit, well above average for his age
Profession: Mercenary, warrior; hunter
Faction Affiliation: none currently; retired legionnaire
Languages: Decusian, Yultish
Accent: Drodain
Roleplay Tools: His unrelenting sarcasm or a bleeding new scar sometimes
Hobbies: Training hard, fighting, flexing
Habits: Trains daily, eats a lot of protein
Personality Description: Friendly, humorous and sarcastic, though dark and pessimistic at times. He can be incredibly astute and strategic when the situation calls for it.
History: He was born after the Republic invaded Drolund, son of the violence between one of the invading soldiers and a local farm girl. His mother died during his birth. He was raised in the farm she worked on, as a helping hand. The love of parents was replaced by the constant fear of Torment. As he grew up, he displayed great physique and strength, what led him to start working as a guard and, eventually, mercenary. For many years he served the very legion that invaded the land. A problematic soldier, he was forced into retirement a few years earlier due to a rumour of heresy spread by a rival. For a while, he made a living out of winning fights in illegal arenas; disgraceful. Without causes to fight for anymore, Magnus finds himself seeking opportunity in the First Province, where an aging warrior may still find a place and meaning in this world.
Strengths: "Yes. Plenty."
Weaknesses: "Do not touch my moustache."
Governing Virtue: Valor
Governing Throne: Pride