Name: Alkioth of Nemenske
Race: Human
Age: 32
Height: 6"
Weight: 205 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Element: Fire

Physicality: Alkioth is tall, and very muscular. His black hair is cropped short, and prefers to be clean-shaven. Around his neck he wears a golden cross, given to him from his mother before her death.

His rapier is sheathed on his left side, at his waist. He makes sure it is fastened tightly, and does not hang very losely. At times he finds it cumbersome, but it is a small price to pay.

On his upper body, he has a simple leather breastplate. Below that, his garbs are very simple -- they are a light blue, and almost appears to be a short dress without sleeves. His leather breastplate is old, and shows the numerous cuts and scars that have been delivered to it.

His gauntlets are simple leather, as are his boots. He's fashioned crude socks from dead deer, which help alleviate the pain he normally feels constantly.

Psychology: Alkioth is quiet and reserved. However, he can also be quite jovial. He has no friends, but has contacts with whom he shares a mutual respect. Deeply religious, he allows no one to touch his cross, save for maidens. Ultimately, he'd love to fall in love and marry, raise a family -- but he does not see that in his future. His devotion to ridding Tharkas of the demon hoards is much too strong for that.

Class :: Level 1 Knight
Weapon :: Rapier
Body Armor :: Leather Breastplate
Head Armor :: None
Hand Armor: Leather Gloves
Leg Armor :: Leather Boots
Skills :: Brave Slash
Gold :: 3,000
Items :: Small golden cross

Background:

Alkioth of Nemenske was born shortly before the Demon Wars. He was raised in the small town of Nemenske, a farming village. His parents were noblemen who ruled over the village.

As the demons moved inland from the Northeast, they came upon Nemenske after crossing the and laid siege to it with their minions. His mother hid with him in their castle's dungeon as his father donned his ceremonial battle armor, preparing to strike back at the demon hoards.

His mother hid the then 8-year old Alkioth in a bale of hay while she ran up the stairs to get her husband; on the way up, she was slaughtered. Alkioth was protected by the family's servants as he huddled, scared and crying, in the hay bale -- clutching his little gold cross, praying.

The Tharkan Knights lost the battle of Nemenske, and the demons continued their push inland. With them they brought dark clouds and rain that has never ceased since.

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