Username: NanoFreakV2
Name: Rauul Woldcrow
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Rank: N/A
Equipment: Rauul carries two black swords with intricate patterns on the blade itself. One of the swords has a chain of considerable length attached to it.
He also carries a flask containing a black liquid. He can imbue his sword with said liquid. The liquid causes the emergence of dark spikes of an unknown material at the point of contact between the sword and any other surface.
Appearance:
Personality: Rauul used to be very honorable on all accounts. He held no contempt for dragons, nor for his fellow humans trying conquer lands that were not their own. One single event in his life turned all that around. Soon after, he grew bitter and came to despise those same humans. Rauul is very reclusive and prefers to keep to himself. He is quick to anger when approached on anything related to dragons. Opposed to how he used to act in the past he is now ruthless and has little regard for his own safety. The sole thing that has kept him from dying due to sheer recklessness is his strategic prowess, which is the only thing that remained a constant throughout his entire life.
Short Biography: Rauul was born into a family of knights in Ambrosis. Unlike his parents and most of his ancestors, who were on the front lines of most wars, he refused such a position instead devoting his life to protecting his homeland as he did not wish to partake in the conquest of greed humans had given birth to. As a result, he lived a fairly peaceful life, his home rarely being in danger.
Unfortunately, destiny had reserved a far crueler fate for him. At some point in his life he met a woman with whom he fell in love, only to find out that she was a dragon hidden among his own people. Despite the dangers he refused to give up on her and vowed to keep her safe and her secret hidden. They even had a child together, but they could only keep the true nature of their love hidden for so long.
Soon after the child was born a group knights dedicated to hunting down dragons attacked their home, killing Rauul’s beloved and taking away their child.
The event left Rauul scarred and bitter. His anger being so strong, it even changed his appearance. What used to be his bright silver hair had now turned into an unnaturally dark shade of black.
Rauul sought purpose in his life and as such he joined a group of mercenaries called the White Dove Guild unaware of the fact that it was a guild who used dragons as mounts.
Mount: N/A
Other: Theme before he lost his beloved.
Theme afterwards.
"You're all the same. You make me sick."
Name: Rauul Woldcrow
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Rank: N/A
Equipment: Rauul carries two black swords with intricate patterns on the blade itself. One of the swords has a chain of considerable length attached to it.
He also carries a flask containing a black liquid. He can imbue his sword with said liquid. The liquid causes the emergence of dark spikes of an unknown material at the point of contact between the sword and any other surface.
Appearance:
Personality: Rauul used to be very honorable on all accounts. He held no contempt for dragons, nor for his fellow humans trying conquer lands that were not their own. One single event in his life turned all that around. Soon after, he grew bitter and came to despise those same humans. Rauul is very reclusive and prefers to keep to himself. He is quick to anger when approached on anything related to dragons. Opposed to how he used to act in the past he is now ruthless and has little regard for his own safety. The sole thing that has kept him from dying due to sheer recklessness is his strategic prowess, which is the only thing that remained a constant throughout his entire life.
Short Biography: Rauul was born into a family of knights in Ambrosis. Unlike his parents and most of his ancestors, who were on the front lines of most wars, he refused such a position instead devoting his life to protecting his homeland as he did not wish to partake in the conquest of greed humans had given birth to. As a result, he lived a fairly peaceful life, his home rarely being in danger.
Unfortunately, destiny had reserved a far crueler fate for him. At some point in his life he met a woman with whom he fell in love, only to find out that she was a dragon hidden among his own people. Despite the dangers he refused to give up on her and vowed to keep her safe and her secret hidden. They even had a child together, but they could only keep the true nature of their love hidden for so long.
Soon after the child was born a group knights dedicated to hunting down dragons attacked their home, killing Rauul’s beloved and taking away their child.
The event left Rauul scarred and bitter. His anger being so strong, it even changed his appearance. What used to be his bright silver hair had now turned into an unnaturally dark shade of black.
Rauul sought purpose in his life and as such he joined a group of mercenaries called the White Dove Guild unaware of the fact that it was a guild who used dragons as mounts.
Mount: N/A
Other: Theme before he lost his beloved.
Theme afterwards.
"You're all the same. You make me sick."