Native Characters

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:-General Info-:

Name: Elizar Brightwood

Age: 18

Species: Human

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Hetero

:-Appearance-:

Height: 5’ 2”

Weight: 128

Physique: Well built, towards the heavier side but muscular.

Apparel: Tends to wear half plate armor while on the job, though if not he tends to wear simple tunics and pants made of rough brown cloth.

:-Relations-:

Family: Father: Frank Brightwood, Mother: Anna Brightwood, Older brother: Elyas Brightwood

:-Mentality & Background-:

Personality: Elizar is rigid and unyielding, if a bit nieve. He stands for his beliefs and that if his Kingdom. He is strong of blade and mind, though his youth and inexperience make him weak with words and tact when it comes to social settings.

Class: 3rd level Fighter, Battle Master

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

History:

 

Elizar was the second son of the Brightwood family, and as the second son, as all second son’s were, his role was to serve in the Order of Satyrus, Protectors of the great Granbell Kingdom. Given over to the order as soon as he could walk and talk he was trained to be a soldier, it was a great honor or so he was told. Honor or not it was his life now. A decade of service upon graduation from all male sons not slated to inherit the family fortunes, and his family barely had enough to pass onto one son much less two.

 

So it was that he trained alongside every other recruit, striving day by day to be the best, to be the strongest, meanest, most efficient warrior he could be. However that meant working twice as hard as anyone else because no matter how much he trained, no matter how much he worked on his physique there was one thing he couldn't change, he was short.

 

Despite this, he still excelled in the academy. He set new records, passed every challenge. None were his equal, so long as he did his job and didn't stray from the course. Having dedicated all his time to training, to tactics and swordplay, he hadn't the slightest clue how to do much of anything else.

 

As time went on, he found himself surrounded by the other recruits begging him to help them with their lessons. He was friends to most everyone in his class by the time he finally reached the ends of his lessons, top of his class and slated to graduate ahead of schedule.

 

However that did not speed up the mages graduation any, and so instead he received more training. Sir Gregory Kline had returned with his mage from the front, another stunning victory under his belt. He took the boy under his wing, took him out into the world and taught him of it over the next year. Now as a freshly graduated member of the Satyrus Order he sets out into the world to make a name for himself.

Edited February 14, 2022 by Venari99
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