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[color=8B8386][b]Name:[/b][/color] 
[color=5CACEE][i]In another life, the creature was Lionel Whitedrake, brave knight and dragon slayer. Nowadays it is Helmut, seeker of coin and warrior for hire.[/i][/color]

[color=8B8386][b]Gender:[/b][/color] 
[color=5CACEE][i]Not as if that much matters to it anymore, but in life, it was a male.[/i][/color]

[color=8B8386][b]Age:[/b][/color] 
[color=5CACEE][i]Centuries, it must have been. Not that the creature can truly remember whatever the case may be.[/i][/color]

[color=8B8386][b]Race:[/b][/color] 
[color=5CACEE][i]Whitewashed bones groan and creak, and an unrest soul rises from it’s final resting place. The sight of the armored skeleton is a ghastly one.[/i][/color]

[color=8B8386][b]Side in War: [/b][/color]
[color=5CACEE][i]Where there is coin, the creature can promise it’s aid.[/i][/color]

[color=8B8386][b]Appearance/Description:[/b][/color]
[color=5CACEE][i]Helmut is of average height, with hidden strength imbued by necromantic energies. It walks with a head held high, purpose in every step taken. One might believe the creature thinks itself a man. [/i][/color]

[color=8B8386][b]Backstory/Bio:[/b][/color]  
[i][color=5CACEE]The creature was not always as such. In time’s long forgotten, it was a boy. The boy was named Lionel, firstborn son of the proud Whitedrake family. Lionel was trained from an early age the ways of the sword, and of the shield. A good sword to plunge deep into the hearts of beasts and men, and a better shield to protect against a wyrm’s fiery breath or a rival opponents own weaponry. Lionel was training to become a knight.

And so, time passed, and the boy was no longer. Now a man stood in his place. The man was named Lionel, firstborn son and knight of the proud Whitedrake family. Lionel was regarded far and wide for his skill with a sword, and with a shield. They say he turned the fiery breath of dragons to ice, how fearful they were of his presence. The time for slaying dragons had ended though. Now the country turned to war. Man against fellow man, kin against kin. This was so much simpler than dragon slaying, yet undoubtedly more complicated. The first few skirmishes went well for Lionel. So did the first battle. The knight had distinguished himself, and was given command of a large company. Indeed, Lionel was nigh on unstoppable, no man could best him in fair combat. The rebels knew this, and had grown to be afraid. So they bested him the only way they could. With trickery. The knight rode upon his horse, comfortably safe within his own lands. He was on leave to visit his wife and fledging daughter. It had been so, so long since last he saw them both. Indeed, he was comfortably safe within his own land. So he did not expect the two arrows that plunged their way deep into his back, nor the sensation of tumbling from his horse down the bank and into the river that lay on his left. The river carried him far, and he became washed up in some subterranean cave. The knight tried to move, or call for help, but the pain was far too great. Lionel was dying.

And so, time passed, and the man was no longer. Now a creature lay in his place. Decades later, an enterprising necromancer came upon the creature. The spell was cast, and the collection of bones now known as Helmut rose. There was a problem for the living, however. The spell was cast improperly, and the creature was under no oath to it’s supposed master. The young necromancer’s blood stained the cave rocks, and his deceased body took the creature’s place lying at the bottom of that forsaken hole in the ground. Unsteadily it shambled out of the cave, wisps of memory tugging at it's mind. The creature paid them no heed, and strode into the world.[/color][/i]

[b][color=8B8386]Choice of Weaponry:[/color][/b] 
[color=5CACEE][i]The creature fancies a sword and shield, it believes them to be staunch weapons.[/i][/color] 

[color=8B8386][b]Garb:[/b][/color] 
[color=5CACEE][i]It wears the same armor in death that it wore in life… or what’s left of it at least. Steel plate and iron links protect this knight’s ancient bones.[/i][/color]

[color=8B8386][b]Personality:[/b][/color] 
[color=5CACEE][i]The creature is as complex as a dwarven puzzle cube. Indeed, sometimes it is vocal, and other times silent. Sometimes callous and pragmatic, and in some situations almost caring. It's true intentions and feelings can never be gleamed through it's unchanging face. Helmut is highly unpredictable. However, there is one consistency. If there’s a job somewhere, you can stake your life that the creature will find it.[/i][/color]
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