Name: Drake Flagerious
Eye color: Deep blue
Hair color/style: Long blond hair, tied behind his head in a pony tail
Height/Weight: 6'4" 210
Distinctive Marks: Tribal Tattoo
Clothing: A bleach white cloak with red trimming, Plate Armor (on the right)
Personality: A very 'mentally strong' person, when everything seems to be going bad, you can count on him to step it up and try to win everything. He's a very kind and caring person, he will give the clothes off his back to a more needing person. His loyalty and dedication know no bounds, making him a person you would want to have as a friend.
What are you? : Rebel
Drake lowered his bow as he made sure the others along with Ceras made their way into their hide out which was underneath Drake's home. He made sure nothing was moving, rushing after them, his cloak billowing behind him. His recurve bow was about four foot long, made out of a special redwood tree that was blessed by a saint, making its arrows fly true and straight.
"Cera! What in the name of the gods took you so long!?" He had truthfully been worried sick about the person he considered a brother. He looked around, finally noticing they were ten men shorter than what they left with, "...It was a trap wasn't it...?" He rubbed his forehead, the sweat glinting off the metal on his gauntlets.