Post by xankas on Jul 28, 2015 15:06:24 GMT
Name:
Xankas Goldheart
Age:
22
Nationality:
Swadian
Hair:
Blonde
Eyes:
Blue
Facial Markings:
None
Skin Color:
Light
Height:
6 feet 0 inches
Weight:
190 lbs
Build:
Average/Toned
Body Markings:
None
Interests:
Justice, Swordsmanship, Leadership, Wine, Sailing
Dislikes: Bandits, Nords, Disrespect, Salted foods
, Mounted Combat
Strengths:
Minor Sailing skills, Charismatic, Commanding Presence, Loyalty
Weaknesses:
Mounted Combat, To trusting, Martyrism
Skills:
1 handed weaponry, 2 handed Weaponry, Crossbows, Sailing, Reading, Writing.
Fears:
Raiding, losing loved ones, being wrongfully convicted, Wrongfully convicting another
Profession:
Swordsman, Sailor, Military
Backround/History:
Born Xankas Goldheart, a son of Knight Radford Goldheart of House Goldheart, a lesser house not widely known under the rule of the King of Swadia, King Harlaus. At the young age of 8 Xankas' mother Liane Goldheart perished at the hand of Nord invaders while his father was away at a tournament in honor of the Kings victory against the Saranid forces. Xankas managed to avoid being slaughtered along with the rest of the castle town by hiding in a false panel of a wardrobe in his father's bedroom. Once news reached the tournament of the Nord raid Radford immediately dropped from the tournament and requested the Kings permission to go in defense of his home, His leave was granted and he rode of with 19 other good men from the King's army. By the time they had arrived the raid was over, houses burned, corpses littering the streets. Few guards survived, the ones that did were wounded heavily. Radford rushed to the house to find his wife, unclothed on the dining table her throat slit ear to ear. There was no sign of Xankas but Radford taught his son well. He rushed to the wardrobe and removed the false panel to see Xankas sitting in the corner his face burried in his knees, he lifted his head and wiped a tear from his cheek and said "Remember this day, it will fuel your desire to become a great warrior". Radford and Xankas never had a place to call home after that tragic day. Radford took Xankas with him on his military campaigns against the Nords, he knew Xankas could not fight with a sword at his young age so he left him with the Arbalests and Bowmen.
Ten years later it is Xankas' 18th name day, Now skilled with bow, arbalest, and sword he is setting out on his first campaign with his father against the Nords, no longer will he be stuck in the watch tower of camp waiting for a Nord attack which never came as often as he would have liked. He rode along side his father through a mountain pass, in a clearing ahead there was a town, surrounded with wooden palisades, a fraction of the size of their base camp he asked his father "Why here, these seem like simple townsfolk surely we do not need to attack them." His father replied coldly, "These are the monsters who burned your home and took your mother from you, do you not want revenge?" Xankas stayed quiet, he wanted revenge, but he always thought of knights as defenders of innocents not slaughterers of peasants. Before he knew it the horn blew and the charge began, he followed along and slew one of the guards at the gate. It was hardly a defense at all, once inside the gate there were a handful of guards armed with crude spears and poor excuses for swords, they were cut down almost instantly. Xankas paused and looked around as the knights and men of the king's army, raided the town. The men were killed, the woman raped, the lucky ones killed after, if they were not killed they were bound and taken, the children were killed mercifully but killed all the same. Xankas knew better than to speak against a commander amidst a battle, he looked away and waited for it to be over.
Back at camp he pulled his father aside, and argued about the sanctity of knight hood. He didn't want to stand for this, he could not believe his father stood for this. His father was quick to point out that Xankas was never knighted in the first place which he knew Xankas hated the most, he never wanted anything more than to be a knight but now he was unsure, Were all Knights like this, did any of them hold true to the oath they took? His head was spinning he argued with his father for hours, his father always resorting back to "They killed your mother, this is Justice this is what you wanted." Xankas knew this wasn't justice, this was vengeance, bloody, mindless, vengeance." In the middle of the night he decided to ride off into the night, his face covered, renouncing his family name and titles he left the camp and the Kingdom of Swadia.
A weeks ride later he arrived at the port town of Yalen, in the Kingdom of Rhodoks. He found his way to a merchant vessel, its destination unknown, for Xankas did not care, he sold his horse to pay the captain to allow him to ride along and also fight against any pirate attacks that may or may not occur along the way. The vessel reached its destination but Xankas found that his 2 months at sea was some of the best time of his life, in another life he could have been a sailor. He decided to work for the captain for a modest pay for the better part of three years. The captain an old man died shortly after completing a delivery to a land Xankas never heard of nor cared to learn the name of. He took his earnings, his armor, and his blade and closed the chapter on this part of his life. His mother murdered, his father forgotten, his titles foraken, his captain gone. These things will never be forgotten but he chooses not to let everyone know of his past.
Now 22 years of age, Xankas finds mercenary work with some of the local houses, he knows nothing of the politics here and the local lords and ladies have not taken a particular interest in him yet. Perhaps he doesn't want his name traveling on the wind. Or perhaps he longs for something he has always wanted. A Knighthood? A King or Queen to follow? A wife, a family? Will he find it here, he is uncertain but he has been through much and nothing this new land can throw at him, Not sickness, nor poverty, nor injury will hold him back from facing every day and becoming a great man of honorable renown.
Equipment: 2 handed sword, 1 handed sword and Shield, Bishops Armor (Full set)
Xankas Goldheart
Age:
22
Nationality:
Swadian
Hair:
Blonde
Eyes:
Blue
Facial Markings:
None
Skin Color:
Light
Height:
6 feet 0 inches
Weight:
190 lbs
Build:
Average/Toned
Body Markings:
None
Interests:
Justice, Swordsmanship, Leadership, Wine, Sailing
Dislikes: Bandits, Nords, Disrespect, Salted foods
, Mounted Combat
Strengths:
Minor Sailing skills, Charismatic, Commanding Presence, Loyalty
Weaknesses:
Mounted Combat, To trusting, Martyrism
Skills:
1 handed weaponry, 2 handed Weaponry, Crossbows, Sailing, Reading, Writing.
Fears:
Raiding, losing loved ones, being wrongfully convicted, Wrongfully convicting another
Profession:
Swordsman, Sailor, Military
Backround/History:
Born Xankas Goldheart, a son of Knight Radford Goldheart of House Goldheart, a lesser house not widely known under the rule of the King of Swadia, King Harlaus. At the young age of 8 Xankas' mother Liane Goldheart perished at the hand of Nord invaders while his father was away at a tournament in honor of the Kings victory against the Saranid forces. Xankas managed to avoid being slaughtered along with the rest of the castle town by hiding in a false panel of a wardrobe in his father's bedroom. Once news reached the tournament of the Nord raid Radford immediately dropped from the tournament and requested the Kings permission to go in defense of his home, His leave was granted and he rode of with 19 other good men from the King's army. By the time they had arrived the raid was over, houses burned, corpses littering the streets. Few guards survived, the ones that did were wounded heavily. Radford rushed to the house to find his wife, unclothed on the dining table her throat slit ear to ear. There was no sign of Xankas but Radford taught his son well. He rushed to the wardrobe and removed the false panel to see Xankas sitting in the corner his face burried in his knees, he lifted his head and wiped a tear from his cheek and said "Remember this day, it will fuel your desire to become a great warrior". Radford and Xankas never had a place to call home after that tragic day. Radford took Xankas with him on his military campaigns against the Nords, he knew Xankas could not fight with a sword at his young age so he left him with the Arbalests and Bowmen.
Ten years later it is Xankas' 18th name day, Now skilled with bow, arbalest, and sword he is setting out on his first campaign with his father against the Nords, no longer will he be stuck in the watch tower of camp waiting for a Nord attack which never came as often as he would have liked. He rode along side his father through a mountain pass, in a clearing ahead there was a town, surrounded with wooden palisades, a fraction of the size of their base camp he asked his father "Why here, these seem like simple townsfolk surely we do not need to attack them." His father replied coldly, "These are the monsters who burned your home and took your mother from you, do you not want revenge?" Xankas stayed quiet, he wanted revenge, but he always thought of knights as defenders of innocents not slaughterers of peasants. Before he knew it the horn blew and the charge began, he followed along and slew one of the guards at the gate. It was hardly a defense at all, once inside the gate there were a handful of guards armed with crude spears and poor excuses for swords, they were cut down almost instantly. Xankas paused and looked around as the knights and men of the king's army, raided the town. The men were killed, the woman raped, the lucky ones killed after, if they were not killed they were bound and taken, the children were killed mercifully but killed all the same. Xankas knew better than to speak against a commander amidst a battle, he looked away and waited for it to be over.
Back at camp he pulled his father aside, and argued about the sanctity of knight hood. He didn't want to stand for this, he could not believe his father stood for this. His father was quick to point out that Xankas was never knighted in the first place which he knew Xankas hated the most, he never wanted anything more than to be a knight but now he was unsure, Were all Knights like this, did any of them hold true to the oath they took? His head was spinning he argued with his father for hours, his father always resorting back to "They killed your mother, this is Justice this is what you wanted." Xankas knew this wasn't justice, this was vengeance, bloody, mindless, vengeance." In the middle of the night he decided to ride off into the night, his face covered, renouncing his family name and titles he left the camp and the Kingdom of Swadia.
A weeks ride later he arrived at the port town of Yalen, in the Kingdom of Rhodoks. He found his way to a merchant vessel, its destination unknown, for Xankas did not care, he sold his horse to pay the captain to allow him to ride along and also fight against any pirate attacks that may or may not occur along the way. The vessel reached its destination but Xankas found that his 2 months at sea was some of the best time of his life, in another life he could have been a sailor. He decided to work for the captain for a modest pay for the better part of three years. The captain an old man died shortly after completing a delivery to a land Xankas never heard of nor cared to learn the name of. He took his earnings, his armor, and his blade and closed the chapter on this part of his life. His mother murdered, his father forgotten, his titles foraken, his captain gone. These things will never be forgotten but he chooses not to let everyone know of his past.
Now 22 years of age, Xankas finds mercenary work with some of the local houses, he knows nothing of the politics here and the local lords and ladies have not taken a particular interest in him yet. Perhaps he doesn't want his name traveling on the wind. Or perhaps he longs for something he has always wanted. A Knighthood? A King or Queen to follow? A wife, a family? Will he find it here, he is uncertain but he has been through much and nothing this new land can throw at him, Not sickness, nor poverty, nor injury will hold him back from facing every day and becoming a great man of honorable renown.
Equipment: 2 handed sword, 1 handed sword and Shield, Bishops Armor (Full set)