Character Name: Warick Playby: Above Image Age: 17 Height: 6'3'' Weight: 175lbs. Eyes: Blue Hair: Shaved Build: Slim/Toned Gender: Male Distinctive Characteristic(s): Agile, Funny, Somewhat Dark
Personal History: Warick was born in a place called the Rouge Encampment. At an early age he quickly learned how cruel and dark the world around him was. When he was only 8 years old his camp was attacked by what seemed to be human sized Demons. They ran through the camp seting everything they saw ablaze and killing everyone. They finally reached Waricks camp and attacked his parents by the campfire. He suddenly heared unmistakible screams of agony. He hoped against hope that it wasn't what he thought, but when he peeked his head outside the tent he saw his mother and fathers lifeless, beheaded bodys lying in a pool of blood on the ground, he looked up and saw, staring at him, his parents heads driven through two pikes in the ground, along with a group of six of those foul Demons staring right back at him. He did the only thing he could think of. Swiftly, he grabbed his fathers sword and began swinging blindly at the Demons. Then, suddenly he was pulled back from behind and saw his Grandfather angrily and quickly slay all six Fallen, in what seemed to be a single hack. His Grandfather took him back to the camp and from there on, he knew he would one day have to avenge his parents death. His Grandfather was nothing but a noble blacksmith he knew, though, the ways of the warrior. Once Warick reached the age of 10 his grandfather began to train him. He gave him a hammer and anvil. "You will train in making swords and bucklers," the old man said, and simply watched as he drew from his pipe. "How is this going to help me slay those things that killed my parents? How will I defend myself if I do not even know how to wield a blade?". The blacksmith replied, "You must know your weapon as you know yourself. You will work untill you make the perfect blade." For seven long months he got up and worked, from dawn till dusk, untill he made a blade and buckler his master accepted. His Grandfather trained him every day often to the point where the young boy thought he could go on no longer. "Why do you train me so hard Grandfather, why do you insist on breaking me?" He stared the young boy directly in the eyes and said "You cannot reach your full potential, untill you have been broken to the point of near death." The young boy was confused, but did as he was told. He trained every day for six grueling years. Untill one morning his granfather awoke him extra early with Waricks buckler and blade in his hand along with a bag of nothing more than a cantien of water and 3 loaves of bread. "It is time you do something with your life and aveng your parents slaughter," he said "Go east to the nearest town, there you will find a man named Jamis. He has a mercenary group called The Knights of The Burning Blade, he can help you with your quest for vengance." The young man was speachless, his Grandfather continued "The trip will be dangerous, I have made you a special set of plate armor, I worked on it for three years. Enough talk you must leave now. I love you, son." The young man stood there as the old man kissed him on his forehead. Still in shock the man was frozen. "Go." then blacksmith said. Suddenly Warick turned around and took off, never looking back, he did as his Grandfather told him and found the one called Jamis. He knew right then that many great adventures awaited him.
Special Training: Sword Mastery
Weaponry: His hand made blade and buckler Armour: Plate armor crafted from his Grandfather
Goals and Ambitions: Rid the land of all evils serve the Knights of the Burning Blade.