Post by starkiller on Sept 5, 2013 13:31:20 GMT -8
Name:
Alexander Star
Nickname[\b]
known as The Demonic Spartan of the Western Sea.
Age:
20
Class:
Skirmisher (12)
Appearance:
Personality:
He is a hardened soldier that cares for results. He is trustful and tries to lead by example. Being apart of a pirate crew now, he had learned about the underground markets and Mercenary groups. Also has a poor sense of humor because of his Noble background, because the crew usually laughs about plundering ships. It has changed his view on life, but he still acts like a gentlemen most of the time. When dragged into a fight, he will not stop until he or the other person is dead. He is also concerned for his family name because of his rank in nobility.
Backstory:
Alexander was born to a noble family in Western Elibe. Having the education and purpose to go the distance in the world. Yet it was not what he wanted at all, deciding to go into the militia at a very young age. Always aspiring to protect the region that he was born in. Years went by as he grew in ranks, becoming a skilled soldier with his lance. Taking down the enemies that stood in his way and getting a reputation as the pirate killer.
It wasn't much for him, until the day that it all went wrong. His general had told him to protect a boat because of it's cargo. Food, medicine and supplies for central Elibe. Yet it was all a trap stages by his own commander, seeing it that he would be trying to go his own position in the future. Pirates had attacked the boat the moment that it left the habor, attacking with Taguel from all directions. Which was believed to be a splinter faction that worked for money, and the enjoyment of killing. One by one his comrades had fallen in battle, protecting the civilians.
Even then it was no use, they had started to massacre them as well. Leaving no survivors was the plan, when they had finally come for me, it was a endless struggle. Combating with his shield and lance, one by one, but they didn't stop coming. It wasn't long before they had defeated Alexander and he was sent to the floor without his weapons. Before they would deliver the final blow, his commander had approached him with a evil smirk on his face.
He spoke that he had planned for this to be his end. That in his future that he wouldn't deserve his fame, and was about to deliver the final blow with his Axe. When another ship had came out of the mist, and opened fire upon our ship. Causing panic to occur, and sending him rolling off the deck of the ship. Into the vast ocean that was erupting with deadly waves that killed the strongest of swimmers. Alexander had fought the waves but even then he had grown tired and let the tide push where ever it was going.
By chance the same passing ship that had fired upon his ship had caught him in a net. Bringing him on board, it was ironic that it was a pirate ship. The leader of the ship had offered him a chance to live, only that he would join his crew. It wasn't something that he wanted to do, but with his ex-commander still within Western Elibe. He would surely spread rumors that he had deserted or betray the Militia. One day he would go back, but this was all he could do for now. Agreeing to the terms, he was on a quest for revenge and to do so....sometimes one needed to go over to the Dark Side. Looking to one day, rule the nation of Elibe with his own power.
Alexander Star
Nickname[\b]
known as The Demonic Spartan of the Western Sea.
Age:
20
Class:
Skirmisher (12)
Appearance:
Personality:
He is a hardened soldier that cares for results. He is trustful and tries to lead by example. Being apart of a pirate crew now, he had learned about the underground markets and Mercenary groups. Also has a poor sense of humor because of his Noble background, because the crew usually laughs about plundering ships. It has changed his view on life, but he still acts like a gentlemen most of the time. When dragged into a fight, he will not stop until he or the other person is dead. He is also concerned for his family name because of his rank in nobility.
Backstory:
Alexander was born to a noble family in Western Elibe. Having the education and purpose to go the distance in the world. Yet it was not what he wanted at all, deciding to go into the militia at a very young age. Always aspiring to protect the region that he was born in. Years went by as he grew in ranks, becoming a skilled soldier with his lance. Taking down the enemies that stood in his way and getting a reputation as the pirate killer.
It wasn't much for him, until the day that it all went wrong. His general had told him to protect a boat because of it's cargo. Food, medicine and supplies for central Elibe. Yet it was all a trap stages by his own commander, seeing it that he would be trying to go his own position in the future. Pirates had attacked the boat the moment that it left the habor, attacking with Taguel from all directions. Which was believed to be a splinter faction that worked for money, and the enjoyment of killing. One by one his comrades had fallen in battle, protecting the civilians.
Even then it was no use, they had started to massacre them as well. Leaving no survivors was the plan, when they had finally come for me, it was a endless struggle. Combating with his shield and lance, one by one, but they didn't stop coming. It wasn't long before they had defeated Alexander and he was sent to the floor without his weapons. Before they would deliver the final blow, his commander had approached him with a evil smirk on his face.
He spoke that he had planned for this to be his end. That in his future that he wouldn't deserve his fame, and was about to deliver the final blow with his Axe. When another ship had came out of the mist, and opened fire upon our ship. Causing panic to occur, and sending him rolling off the deck of the ship. Into the vast ocean that was erupting with deadly waves that killed the strongest of swimmers. Alexander had fought the waves but even then he had grown tired and let the tide push where ever it was going.
By chance the same passing ship that had fired upon his ship had caught him in a net. Bringing him on board, it was ironic that it was a pirate ship. The leader of the ship had offered him a chance to live, only that he would join his crew. It wasn't something that he wanted to do, but with his ex-commander still within Western Elibe. He would surely spread rumors that he had deserted or betray the Militia. One day he would go back, but this was all he could do for now. Agreeing to the terms, he was on a quest for revenge and to do so....sometimes one needed to go over to the Dark Side. Looking to one day, rule the nation of Elibe with his own power.
