Setting for those that are just tuning in is before/during Dark Souls 2. We'll most definitely be transitioning to before and during the Dark Souls 2 story.

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Age: 36, as far as he can recall.

Gender: Male.

Appearance: A tall, gaunt individual, the like of which is befitting of a wearied, soul-shriven undead. Maybe once, in life, he was of a handsome stock; now, he is but a shadow of his former self, a saddening fact best expressed through his ragged, blonde-gray hair, and pale, roughened face. A scratchy beard compliments his lackluster appearance, alongside his sunken gray eyes. Despite his condition, he fits well into his suit of armor, hinting at a man who’s done nothing but fight since having reluctantly arrived in this strange, decrepit land.

Armour/Clothes: The Heide Knight Set.

Personality: As many undead before him, Merek was once a hopeful optimist, a beacon of hope and joy to all he met in his extensive, tireless travels. Now, for whatever reason, he is all but at a loss. Doomed to live a miserable, eternal existence, forever incapable of death, it isn’t hard to tell that this once heroic knight is nearing the end. Hollowing. Despite his constant lamenting and dejected state of being, he still lends a helping hand to those who most require it; maybe because, somewhere, deep down, that was who he truly was. His iridescent, dimly-glowing summoning stone is typically found throughout the dark, depressive lands, willing to help those in their darkest hour; helping as no one ever helped him.

Skills: A swordsman of great repute, the name Merek had at once been feared by the foes of Astora, long before the fires had grown cold. He still wields the massive, engraved blade of Astora, albeit with less vigor and passion than once upon a time. Besides his skill at arms, this warrior once briefly delved into the Way of White’s secrets, learning Miracles from a blind, affectionate maiden of Carim he once protected. He wonders what happened to her, after all this time…

Weaknesses and Fears: He has an acute distrust, possibly even fear, of the deep. Sorceries that stem of this dark branch of magic tend to make him anxious, even defensive; the worst part about this is that, for whatever, reason, he can’t remember why it gives him the chills. It seems so innate, as if he had it when he first awoke. Besides this, he secretly fears eternal life, constantly and brashly risking himself in battle in the hopes of finding death. He knows what it is to hollow, and he wishes to die with whatever shred of honor and dignity he still possesses.

Spells: Thanks to his brief experience with Miracles, Merek possesses the ability to cast Heal, a rudimentary Lightning Spear, and the Seek Guidance spell; a cruel, cruel irony to him.

Weapons: The Astora Greatsword.

Bio: Time is convoluted, in this dark realm. This has, among other things, driven the once valiant knight Merek to the brink of insanity. He knows next to nothing of the life he left behind, save for a singular, blotchy letter he found upon waking up, coated in a neglected, thin layer of ash. It was addressed to him from… his wife. She spoke of home, a warm hearth, playful children. For what must’ve been years, Merek kept this letter close to him, his optimism and good nature likely due in part to it; like many others before him, he sought a path back to the way things were.

And, like many others before him, he failed. Now, doomed to roam the land for eternity, a taunting letter he can’t bring himself to throw away in hand, Merek slowly begins to grow hollow, silently crying for help, whispers lost in a silent wind, dead as he.

Other: Merek constantly seeks a way out of his eternal suffering. As such, he tends to risk himself in combat to a dangerous extent; whilst never necessarily a bad thing, the tendency to get himself surrounded is a bad one, to say the least.
Much like a bonfire, this old knight of Astora’s optimism and joy lies hidden within, somewhere; all it needs is to be reignited.

@Azkott Go on ahead and put your CS in the character tab.

I'm bored...

Name: Delwyn, Exarch of Crowns

Age: 38(ish)

Gender: Male

Appearance: He’s a tall, lithe figure, covered with pale skin. There are signs of hollowing beginning to show on him. His physique is that of a lithe one, his body was clearly trained but never forced into combat. Although his build isn’t one that seems to be of an average soldier it is one that is fit to fight. His hair is silver and his eyes a steel grey. Looking at his form you are able to see the beginning of the slow process of hollowing.

Armour/Clothes: (Red Dyed) Elite Knight set

Personality: He’s slow and methodical, cunning and deceiving. Over the years he’s kept silent causing him to be more reserved and slower to answer when someone is talking to him. Although he has some pseudo sense of honor he sees himself as a chivalrous defender. Trickery and lies are not below him, often choosing these to help deal with unwanted things.

Skills: Delwyn is a duel wielding fighter. He’s trained in two weapon combat and excels when there’s the use of swords. Although it was small, he spent a few months in his youth in the church and was able to learn the miracle: Emit Force. On his own he found a way to use a darker miracle: Vow Of Silence.

Weaknesses and Fears: Fire, this fear isn’t one that paralyses him but heavily persuades and disinterests him. Having bad memories of fire it tends to off put him, along with those who use it.

Spells: Light, Repair, Hidden Body

Weapons: Broadsword and Dagger.

Bio: Delwyn once sat in a position of power. He was an Exarch, or ruler by birth. At birth he was given high expectations, and as he grew he strove to meet them. While growing up he was trained to be good at combat while also being taught spells as he had grown an aptitude of magic. Although other than light he had never mastered any spells at a young age so his growth of magic had been halted. He was then sent to the church where he excelled at miracles, but he was brought back home to rule before he could continue his training.

Over the years he settled into ruling his territory. But as the years grew so did the amount of people chipping away at his power. Eventually he was overwhelmed by foreign powers that simply pushed him out of his keep. Although he was the “Exarch Of Crowns” he had his position over his territory stripped. As the years passed and chaos grew he eventually made a small kingdom of his own. A broken down town in the middle of a swamp, there are no people, only him, left wandering the area slowly beginning to hollow while he tries to protect what little claim he has.

That would be if even the old buildings stood. As he was guarding his kingdom a dragon, believing them to be killed off, flew by spewing out fire. The swamp trees and his small, insignificant claim had been burned. He had no way to put out the fires. He could only watch as it burned.

Other: Over the years he has picked up spells by passerby’s repair and hidden body. As he remained in silence for years alone this had taught him the miracle of Vow Of Silence through his devotion.