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Genkr Nik - Advanced Profile
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The wasted lands of Perthia
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Homeland: Born in the lands of Perthia is more of a honor than a right. Perthia is the homeland of the ancient knighthood known as the Knights of Draith. Honor, chivalry, courage, mercy, faith. These are the beliefs of the Knights of Draith and they hold true to each within their ranks. The capitol and hometown of Genkr is Draith. This town was once known for the people that it shelters. The people make up the town in which provides them with a life. Temples and shops.. smithies and inns.. homes and guard houses.. all make up the town in which life strives to remain. All are in equal right to a place to sleep and live.. a place to work and play. None are left out of the fine fabric of life. Well kept streets.. buildings that have and never will be run down. Built on the foundation of other lives the city lives on in memory and in writing. The lands surrounding the city of Draith have been known for the secrets they both hold and keep. From the mountains of Lactirath range to the Plains of Hithous the beauty can only be said in simple terms just enough to burn their aw inpiring image. Bourdered by Serigoth on the east and seperated from Darigoth by the Lactirath Range, protected from Puragoth by the Plains of Hithous.
Once beautiful the lands of Perthia lay wasted and undisturbed. The death of the land was caused by the mighty war known to others as the War of the Gods. Puragothians fought to inslave those across their bourders and soon they did. With the help of the dark forces of evil they deafed all in their path including Perthia. Through this time of war in which Perthia still stood many lived their lives. This was known as a time of peace to those few away from the fighting.. secluded to the heights of the mountains. Many died along the course of war.. both from Perthia and Puragoth. The bitter conflict came to an end after four years, the Perthians lost their lands and their lives. Few escaped the penalty of the warlords. Those that did were only to remain and to tell of the strength that Puragoth had and will remain to have.
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A picture of Genk..
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Features: Born as a half-breed to both human and elven races. Many of his features such as his face are that of his father. A long narrow face with an image of strength hidden under the weary and beaten soul. From his mother the eyes of a fox and the color of the moon. Pointed ears show his race as well as his faith in both races. Where his parents learned to love each other a bond was formed.. the bond was carried down from them to their children. True to the ancient race is his blonde hair.. all of which is set into a long braid moving down his back.. a mere two inches past. A tattoo is hidden under the long braid. The tattoo of the symbol of his family. It is of a dragon held in the blackened void that is known as the afterlife. It is believed that with this the one that wears it will be forever immortal and live their life. But this is only with a heart as pure as his. Though his father believed not in fighting but in helping he has shown through and through this to his friends and others. A quest inside a quest has left him with his fathers armor. Each complete piece is marked with his families symbol and mark. The armor has the ancient design of his father's past life. Protecting his arms and legs with steel and plate mail, his chest and other uncovered parts are covered by a thick chain mail made to resemible dragon scales. The chain mail covers his head only to allow his face to be seen. A simple circlet holds the chain mail from falling away from his head as he often holds the visor less helm in hand. The sword that he holds is tht of his father.. old and ancient as it may seem the powers of his ancestors and of his past life run through it. Protecting him with strength and power.
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Of his most trusted friend.. Gabriel
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Basic History: Genkr Nik is the soul survivor of the lost continent of Perthia. The people that lived there are no more, as are the lands themselves. Long ago he was born in a time of honor and chivalry. People of destiny and of truth roamed the lands of Perthia. Among these people were his mother and father. Both died at the hands of the warlords of another land known as Puragoth. Memories of his parents often flood into his mind.. to remind him of the past and of what is to become of all in the path of any Puragothian. Once there was a sister.. she to was taken away. Beautiful to the eye of any man she was, but never had any won her heart over. The same golden blonde hair as her brother and yet almost completely different. As a slave.. as a gift.. as a price, he does not know. Misfortune has ruled his life for too long and now the time for revenge and for relief has come. With the passing of the warlords and the death of the lands of Puragoth he may put off his revenge. But there is one key thing.. some thing that has been missing for years. That is his sister. Much can lay waste to one's soul, but with time one can learn to harvest this and use it for a greater cause. Using his hatred and longing to have his sister safe and once more with her family.. he will travel throughout Rhydin in seek of her. The last reminder of his family and the last hope for once more becoming a whole man...
Quest: After the untimly death of his mother and father he began his quest for vengence. A quest forged from hatred and from pure vengence soon ran through his veins. Those that can through his path at this time of regret often learned why the honored and respected must.. even in doubt be shown such. Silence was his language as was vengence his cause. Of those that crossed his path at this crossroad of his live often spoke and tried to relieve him of his pain. Many tried and failed.. others only suceeded in befriending him. The many people that tried and failed there were only two that did win over his friendship. Each hand a name.. each hand their own friendship with him. Fridais Lightlance, once of the two. A man of honor and loyalty he was. Short light brown hair and neatly trimmed beard. Eyes the color of the sun and skin as dark as a chestnut. Many would say that he was a giant or a immortal, the truth was he was merely a human necromancer. Tall and sure footed he was.. even with the robes he wore. The second of his friends, Gabriel.., was an angel of such beauty that her life was merely set before her by others. Though as good as it sounded she decided to make her own mark without the help of others. Soft skin.. the color of a pearl and hair the color of a fall leaf, light golden brown. Eyes of emerald color.. and features beyond that of mere mortals. His quest was set before him.. but first he must travel another road.. on another quest. The 'sub-quest' was to gather the ancient armor of his father. The task was not easy and without the help of his friends he nearly failed
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