NAME: Karath uth Droth (Karath for short)
AGE: 32
GENDER: Male
CLASS: Rogue/Fallen Knight
APPEARANCE: Karath, most of the time, wears a breastplate that is endorned with beautifull forms. A sword with a briar entangled around it, dominates the front of the breastplate. The rest are hidden from plain sight, due to a plain but well made blue cloack. He has raven black hair almost to his shoulders, and a flowing mustache of the same color, while the rest of his face is clean shaven. His eyes are of an earthen hew, olive green. He has a sharp, hawklike nose, and a square jaw. He usually has a smirk playing on his lips. He is almost 2 meters tall, and seems like he is thin. On his side rests a plain, but well made sword. When on battle, or on his charger, he wears a fiting helmet, that conceals his face. He has a kite shield.
PERSONALITY: He grew up along with his family, in a private keep, some 20 miles south of the capital of the Xoneze kingdom. The coffers were rich, the land was fertile, and he, as a fifth son, adventured here and there as he wished. He followed the rigid knights code, though he never trully believed in it, and beleived his life was good. He always had an open personality, talking with people and commoners as if they were his equal in status. Three winters before a change was came to him. He was, by false acusations, disgraced, his family disowned him and left with an ill reputation, despite what good he has done all his life. That has left him melancholic, sarcastic at times, and certainly with a nasty habit of geting drunk whenever he feels safe to do so. His laughter nowadays is rare, but when it is heard it flows like a river.
(is this too much?)
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