Name
Reynald Vox

Age
29

Gender
Male

Appearance

1,82m tall. Mid length dark brown hair parted slightly off the center. A light stubble, testimony to a number of sleepless nights along with the bags around his jet black eyes and a slight gaunt of his cheeks. Sharp facial features. A slim, light scar just under his right eye reaching midway down his cheek.

Personality
Loyal and dedicated to his beliefs, Reynald is the sort some would describe as a “warrior of faith”, ready and eager to do God’s work spreading the light across the world. His deep beliefs have, however, made him rather close-minded, feeling a hint of discomfort in the back of his mind when having to meddle with the unfaithful. While he personally would consider such individuals an affront, he has learned to keep his thoughts to himself, so long as they ultimately assist in the greater goal he is willing to overlook such slights in an ‘ends excuse the means’ sort of way. In spite of any shortcomings, he is a man of honor, giving respect where its due and lending a helping hand where is needed. Most of the time he is quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself and only speaking when he has something to say. His sense of humor is quite low, actually finding it distasteful when overhearing other people joke about certain subjects, even insulting to the point of anger should they make japes about his beliefs.

Class
Crusader

Gear
A Crusader’s armor, consisting of strong plate-mail with a dark blue, worn surcoat over it. Light platings on the shoulders, strong reinforced leather gloves and boots, black leather trousers and a solid closed helmet. Attached to his belt is a small traveling pack where he keeps his scrolls of the holy scriptures up handy.


A standard issue claymore which he wields with both hands.


A few scrolls of the holy scriptures which he can use to wield the holy magic taught to all Crusaders.

Proficiency
Reynald is a warrior, fighting his foes head on with sword in hand. His skill and strength only matched by his devotion to God. Other than sheer combat prowess, Reynald can also make use of a bit of magic, with the holy scriptures he keeps at all time, to deliver holy justice upon the wicked and unholy rather than heal wounds or bolster one's strength.

Traits
Unwavering – Reynald’s deep faith in the Almighty keeps him strong and fighting even in the darkest of situations.

Flaws
God Fearing – Reynald has rejected the simple and sinful pleasures of the world, finding solace only in prayer and contemplation.
Blind Faith – Reynald will look down upon those who do not accept God in their hearts and will refrain from interacting with the sinful when possible.

Emotional Response
When the situation is most dire and all hope seems to fade, Reynald is convinced that this must be a punishment and test from God, thus he will become all the more determined to continue fighting even if a wiser man would flee. Furthermore he will expect no less from his comrades and thus he will be prone to becoming more abusive of them, especially the non-believers whose unfaithfulness he may ultimately blame for their predicament.

Excerpt
“Sometimes I feel as if God has sent Father Esteban on this world with the sole purpose of testing me. First he denies me to accompany our brothers and sisters on their pilgrimage across the countryside to bring Light to the wicked, then he commands me to play caretaker to the new recruits during their instruction and now he denies my request to stand in tonight’s vigil. I understand why he may think less of me, simply because I have chosen this path at a younger age than most, but I am every bit as capable as any of my brothers, if not better ! But no, such thoughts have no place in the mind of a warrior of God. Whatever the Almighty may have planned for me, I must trust in His design.”

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“Today Father Esteban has asked me and a few of my brothers to wait for his arrival just outside of the abbey rather than participate on tonight’s prayers. What could be so important that we have to skip our communion with God?”

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“Today, is a glorious day. The vile Necromancer plaguing the countryside has fallen to my blade and the Holy Light of God ! Yet instead of celebrating we must mourn our fallen brothers, including Father Esteban. May God rest their souls and welcome them in His embrace. “

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“Its been years since a single Undead has been seen, yet there is no shortage of the wicked prowling on the innocent. The Order has become thinned lately… Father Esteban may have been strict and sometimes one could question his judgments, yet he kept the Order true and stable. I know it is unbecoming to think so, but Father Jaston’s guidance may very well be what has brought the Order in such a state. May God forgive my brashness, but something must be done! “

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“A quiet day today…too quiet. I’ve counted half a dozen youths in the training ground this morning. I can’t recall when was the last time the Order had so few new recruits. What has happened? Did the people’s faith waver? Do they think that since the vile shadow, that has been haunting their sleepless nights, has been vanquished that the Order is no longer needed? They are wrong ! Don’t they know that God’s work is never done? Not until all corners of the world sing His praises and all the wicked and defiled have been cast back into the void from whence they came ! “

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“We received a call for help today. It seems the heir of a distant land has returned after his ancestor brought ruin and evil upon it and now is enlisting the aid of whomever is willing in aiding to vanquishing this evil. This must be a sign ! A sign from God Himself, telling me where to go and where I am needed. Father Jatson seemed more interested in the potential reward promised, rather disgraceful for a servant of the Light but at very least he didn’t object to myself and a few of my brothers volunteering to heed the call. We pack our bags tonight and will travel at first light. May God guide our path”

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“The Weaverstar Estate, it is called. A ruin of a land, quite the dramatic change in the last few years from what it once was as I understand it, if some of the locals can be trusted. My brothers and I were not the only ones to answer the call it seems, though I question both the motives and the character of most of these….mercenaries. Regardless, if they can ultimately help in fulfilling God’s wish, even without the exact intent, it may be all for the better. We have yet to meet with the lord in person, only with the caretaker who gave us nothing more than a brief welcome and a vague idea of what we will possibly be confronting. My brothers are a little nervous and I admit, even I am. Whatever this evil we are confronting is, it must command great strength if it reduced a once proud land and noble house to such…ruin. In the end we will prevail though. We are the warriors of God ! With His guidance by our side, we cannot fail !”

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“A week has passed since we first arrived here and it feels like we haven’t managed to make any progress in cleansing this land. The evil here has a strong grip, I have fought more vile Undead in this one week here than in all my years at the abbey ! I don’t know what this lord’s ancestor did to bring his home in such a state, but it must have been something of the vilest of kinds. How else could something so dire happen?”

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“Another group of hired-swords have been declared fallen. If this keeps up it won’t be long until only my brothers and I are all that’s left…”

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“Brother Nikko has succumbed to his disease. May God welcome his soul in His embrace.”

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“I can’t believe what is happening ! What on Earth are we fighting against ?! It feels like the more we slay the stronger they become ! We have been battling against the wicked and corrupt for nearly a month now, day and night with no hint to them wavering. When will it end ?! “

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“I… I am alone now. I had a bad feeling since I woke up yesterday and was waiting for the caretaker to tells us today’s assignment. It sounded simple enough, explore the underground tunnels and map it out for further expeditions, nothing we haven’t done before. We thought we were ready, we thought we were well prepared for anything…but we were wrong ! Sister Tharta sacrificed herself so Brother Eugene and myself would escape…we made it, barely. And now…. I woke up this morning to find that Brother Eugene had lost himself to despair. It seemed he would rather take his own life, an offense to God, than venture in the dark depths bellow once again. May God grant them rest and forgive them for all their transgressions in life. And may He grant me strength necessary to push on…”

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“It looks like another group of would-be adventurers have heard the need for aid from here. Let’s hope they are well prepared for the horrors they are about to face..if one can ever be.”