Not gonna lie, mighta gone overboard with the backstory.

Destin Eindride [+]

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Destin Eindride

”I refuse to bury my past.”

Profile

Full Name: Destin Eindride
Titles/Nicknames: Erland
Age: 39
Race: Human
Gender: Male

Hair Color: Gray
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 1m94
Weight: 85kg(i don't actually know how much a muscular giant would weigh @~@)

Appearance: Destin is a giant among men, or at least the men that aren't from Tyren. As he hails from a culture of violence and war, this has shaped him into a muscular soldier. His face is rugged and hair short. A permanent stubble is etched into his rectangular, manly chin. Due to the col, his skin could be described as a somewhat grayish white. Destin's attire back home might have consisted of furs on top of leathers, but he's learned to leave the fur part out of the mix when travelling outside of Tyren.

Despite the leathers there are some casual clothes Destin owns, but they are plain white shirts with plain, clay brown pants. These reflect his modest nature, and they remind him of the animal furs that made up his attire back at home. He is never seen without a nutty brown backpack full of supplies, as well as a zweihander either firmly in his grip or tied up on his back.

Personality: Destin is a steadfast and sturdy man in both appearance and personality. Very little humor is in his bones, but if you get him to drink one too many alcoholic beverages that could change drastically. He is well-travelled around the world and has at least some basic knowledge of each realm with the exception of Noctis. Destin has mastered control over his own mind and has an iron, unbreakable will which was forged over many years of hardship. Despite being exiled, he is still a proud warrior of his homeland. He will not tolerate insulting Tyren and despises treachery and deceit.

He is absolutely resolute to act honorably and has faced some of man's greatest fears in battle, which makes him a tad more confident than is normally healthy. There is only a single fear that can penetrate this man's locked heart, and that is one of loss. A wound that cut so deep that the mere mention could break his focus and bring him in doubt. Due to all the trials he has endured and the trials he has faced, he has seen that man is no better than what they accuse Beasts of being. Everything is an equal to him, only on the field of battle can one prove their worth to him.

Combat

Strength: 7
Dexterity: 4
Intelligence: 5
Cunning: 1
Magic: 7
Willpower: 10
Endurance: 8
Charisma: 5

Weapons of Choice: Destin is a proud and strong warrior of Tyren, which is a land that favors the axe, shield and spear. For many years he had used a combination of these three, but that changed. The mightiest warriors of his tribe were allowed to wield monstrous two-handed swords, fit to slaughter many men if you had both the strength and skill to wield it. Winning a brawl with the chieftain himself graced the warrior with such an honor, and that is just what Destin had done. This monumental event has lead to him using those monstrous blades, more akin to club than sword, ever since.

Armor/Combat Apparel: While it would not be unbelievable for him to wear full-on platemail, he does not hail from that kind of culture. Warriors were taught to survive with nothing but a few laps of a bear's fur covering and protecting them, and this has not changed. Destin likes to keep his armor at a minimum and even expose some parts of his body if the climate allows for it, revealing his muscular arms and sweet abs. Studded leather shoulderpads, chestplate and greaves is all this combatant needs. Countless injuries have shaped his body to be able to take more than a few cuts, bruises and stabs.

There is only a single oddity that he carries everywhere: An iron gauntlet on his primary sword-arm, namely the right. This gauntlet is enchanted, but not to enhance the user. It is a magical artifact meant to seal away a part of the wearer's inherent magical ability, restraining them from casting any spells.

Fighting Style: A proud warrior of Tyren fights honorably and without fear. They come face-to-face with the enemy and utilizes no dirty tricks in their fighting. Destin will always be the first to charge in and loves being in the frontlines, slaughtering the enemy while they desperately try to fight back. This style of fighting could be seen as reckless and barbaric, but it is the one true way that Destin knows to fight.

Magical Affinity: Spellweaver, but without any control over his power.

• Ragnarök – Ragnarök is the beginning of the end, and the first stage has been set in motion. Upon being cast, voluntarily or not, the user is engulfed with a fierce rage for battle. This burning hot spirit summons a singular creature, a wolf the size of a man: Fenrir. Fenrir adapts to the soul of the caster and takes form based on their affinity, and while a form of a blazing hellhound might look the fiercest, any form of it strikes fear in the hearts of many mortal men, woman and beast. Fenrir lusts for battle as much as the caster, and will not disappear if it's hunger hasn't been in the least bit sated.

Legacy

Place of Birth: Teryn, in the tribe of Guldbrand.
Social Status: Exile
Alignment: Earth

History: Destin grew up in the tribe of Guldbrand in the frigid Teryn. He was raised by harsh mother and even harsher father, which was needed in that tribe. Food was always scarce and their was constant fighting among the youth. Children were taught at a young age how to hunt, kill and fight. Despite the harsh weathering conditions, the children were kept on a rigorous training schedule and had to share an equal part in the harsh labour back when they were home. This meant that some children, the weakest ones, simply did not survive. The strong enough ones like Destin, who endured the harsh training of the warriors and harsher beating when misbehaving at home, flourished. Despite what some may call as barbaric and mistreatment, Destin holds nothing but respect towards his upbringing for steeling both his body and mind for the harshness of the outside world.

Then there comes a point where a boy becomes a man, and for Guldbrand that means becoming a proud warrior. Once a boy or girl reaches the age of fifteen in that tribe they are eligible for battle. Almost immediately they are thrown into war and that becomes their next trial. Equipment was hard to come by in those frozen tundras, with the little metal they found being used on weapons and the fur of every animal slain going towards their armor. Destin was given nothing but a shoddy spear and minimal hides to cover himself against much more well-armed adults. Despite the harsh wounds he suffered, some of them life-threatening and scarring his body to this day, he always survived. For every battle you survive you get access to slightly better equipment, but the most valuable thing was battle experience.

So it was that Destin grew up to be a proud warrior of Guldbrand. For years he had known nothing but hunting and battle, becoming one of the best warriors in the tribe after the many battles he had completed, be they victory or loss. It was during this time he met a lovely maiden named Hillevi, part of his own tribe. She was aged merely seventeen when he was already twenty-three. Still, she was one of the strongest females in the entire tribe. Everyone respected her determination and strength, with some of the older men even losing to her in sparring matches.

It was fated that love struck between these two, after a particular fight in which only they made it back unharmed. This event made them respect each other more than they already had and frequently take each other as sparring partners, with unpredictable results each time. This bliss was not to last, however. At age twenty eight, long after marrying Hillevi, another fateful battle occurred. An invasion by a neighboring tribe, a fierce battle where Guldbrand was on the losing side. Just as Destin hit the snow-covered icy floor from a nasty strike, something within him clicked. The blood was staining the floor beneath him red, but the man responded with a shout of battle. He picked himself up from the floor, taking the claymore beside him steadily in his hands. A chilling wind cut through the clothes of the men around him and froze them in place. From behind Destin echoed a howl, right as a man-sized wolf came rushing in and pounced on the warriors before the man.

The majority of the wolf's fur was as white as the snow, but a few streaks of earthy brown and emerald green ran from their maw all the way to the tail. The eyes of this wolf were like two orbs of clay, and their fangs were made of metal. Destin was too engrossed in battle to pay any attention to his newfound companion as they both ran wild and slaughtered every man and woman they came across, including children. Friend or foe was of no concern to Destin as he sliced his way through fresh corpse after fresh corpse. Only two remained near the end, the chieftain and Hillevi. Hillevi proudly fought the berserked Destin and his newfound companion, but as the spell cast over him wore off he had already delivered the fatal strike, the lifeless and bloody body of his wife hitting the floor. When he turned around, the wolf had disappeared without a trace.

He did not realize at the time that what he had experienced was the spell Ragnarök.

The chieftain, both scared and angered, exiled the shocked Destin. For years after he wandered the lands, searching for a purpose and atoning for his sins. He thought of himself as no more than beast after the fact and adopted the religion of the Heart Tree. He wandered as a sellsword and eventually ended up accepting a contract from a reclusive wizard, deep within the deserts of Ashran. Risking his life, Destin traveled to Oriens to slay a minotaur, and returned successful. Destin needed guidance during this time and had accepted the contract because the Wizard could tell him how to keep the anger he felt back in the last moments of Guldbrand in check. To make sure that tragedy would never repeat itself. The wizard gave Destin a magical gauntlet, with the promise that it would seal whatever had triggered Destin to lose it. To this day, Destin still does not know it was a magic spell he cast.

He continued to wander the land with his sins, eventually deciding against the life of a sellsword. The atonement he got from that was not enough. He is now thirty-nine, looking to begin a new life. A life of combat still, but of a different kind: The gladitorial kind. He found himself in Risha, looking to enter the arena as a gladiator. Maybe here his sinning soul will find peace while doing the only thing he can do well: Fight.

Other: Destin means 'Determined', Eindride means 'To wander alone', Erland means 'Foreigner' and Guldbrand means 'Divine Sword'.

Just checking - but can y'all see the 0th post at the top of the Char page or is it just me?

@ZeroCuero Just checking you're still with us, friend.

@CollectorOfMyst I"m afraid I will be unable to begin this roleplay. I'm sorry, family things have come up out of my control. I hope this goes well for you all! Cheers!

I'll be putting out another interest check, to see if anyone else wants to join, but if they don't check in here by the end of Wednesday, then they won't be accepted.