Basile Feurieux

[edit] Details Personality History Primary Sources Relationships Rumors Gallery OOC Notes GENERAL INFORMATION The concept of balance is deemed one that not many will ever truly obtain as it requires both an equal level of luck and trial to accomplish. Yet, Sir Feurieux has grown into what more would claim is the great mixture of conviction and ferocity. The poise and gait of a man destined to fight for his family, his people, and his morals, the eloquent voice of an Ishgardian, and host to a complex personality that is swift to turn violent or compassionate based on the chosen impetus. Basile is a man that, regardless of his somewhat simple background, can display traits that are remarkable beyond the established norm. Though not exactly an infamous Knight of Ishgard, Basile is known for his increasingly good morals and for having a generally impressive temperament. Generally, he follows the laws in place with general respect. However, the man believes that all laws have limitations, and people that suffer because of those limitations require assistance that the law cannot bring. Whilst always in the shadow of his former master's mistakes, Basile can but attempt to mend the damages done by his former oath-keeper. The complex foundations of Baisle's personality are veiled by a simple series of traits that are more easily seen by only a quick view. The Knight, however complex his ambitions and morals, only wishes to protect those who deserve ample protection. APPEARANCE Chivalry gave the man naught for good features and dashing looks. Though the two have little connection, Basile’s structures show the completed blossoming of youth mixed with the development of one in their second decade of life. One does not mistake Basile for a young boy, however. His face, featuring developed (hardly perfect) lines of maturity, could certainly be considered handsome. The man stood tall for a Midlander, armor demanding attention that is certainly deserved. Though not terribly extravagant, his armor effortlessly creates an impending figure that provides impressively protective qualities. Each piece of plate was an onyx black, from breastplate to sabaton, from tasset to vambrace, and from pauldron to gauntlet. Although, the armor was not perfect. Each piece displayed a certain degree of hard use in both practice and battle. However, Basile ensured that the outer plate was repaired and kept to top shape. Beneath the thick coating of leather strapped plate was a thin layer, though strong, of complex, metal-linked chainmail. The whole multi-level of shell allowed for Basile to have the protection that a Knight required. His sword, a steel-grey length of steel topped by an jagged hilt and cross guard, is an expensive tool for destruction. Holding the bottom of the sword together, the pommel features a curved shape, featuring a sharp edge that can be used seamlessly as a cutting utensil if required. Forged in the hot embers of Ishgard's forges, the blade holds a strong edge that begs to slice through the nearest object of desire. Important Features: ■ GREATSWORD--STRONG, ORNATE HILT. ■ ONYX PLATES-- FULL ARMOR WITH A SUB-LAYER OF CHAINMAIL. ■ WIP. PERSONALITY A man of swift purpose is often one who would lack intelligence, guile, and a strong foundation of thought on which to base his actions. Yet oddly enough, Basile displays a good balance of both executive and vigilant judgement that defies boundaries placed before him. A man of little hesitation, he will cut circle in straightest line, doing his duty in whatever form is required. The more kind and loyal side of him was not as common as one might believe. Alongside the equivalent level of unmatched emotional compassion and loving embrace, Basile, much like his eyes, was a storm that could become deadly when provoked. He was, though a believer in what is right, not one to be pushed so easily beyond return. L I K E S ■ Name. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Etiam pretium at magna nec volutpat. Ut et fermentum erat, a eleifend justo. ■ Name. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Etiam pretium at magna nec volutpat. Ut et fermentum erat, a eleifend justo. D I S L I K E S ■ NOTE'. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Etiam pretium at magna nec volutpat. Ut et fermentum erat, a eleifend justo. ■ NOTE.Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Etiam pretium at magna nec volutpat. Ut et fermentum erat, a eleifend justo. H O B B I E S ■ Writing. 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Etiam pretium at magna nec volutpat. Ut et fermentum erat, a eleifend justo. GENERAL HISTORY The House Feurieux has been a family that emphasizes good will, honor, and duty. It is not surprising that this would be true, especially because the House Feurieux is one that has protected and served greater Houses for many years. The Feurieux family is one of close ties and mutual respect. Basile is no less an example of said principles, as he continued the family tradition as best he could. Furthermore, the family was a rather small one. Only encompassing immediate family members and extensions through aunts, uncles, and cousins. Most all lived in a fair-sized townhouse in Ishgard. This allowed for a close relationship between Basile and his immediate, hereditary family members. Spending many of his young years training in Knighthood, he found himself frequently immersed amongst men and women of noble birth. This diffused onto him to a certain extent, but the grounded nature of his hereditary family kept him away from the consuming nature of nobility. Part of the reason why he stayed somewhat earthly was his sister. Annaria Feurieux, only a few years younger than the eldest Basile, always managed to keep the boy in a generally lighthearted emotional state. They shared some things together, such as Annaria’s love for higher fashion. She respected the etiquette of dress to such an extent that it seemed to rub off on the young Basile. This influence is the reason why Basile is often good at dressing formally. When older, Annaria took up work as a seamstress, thus making clothing as a profession which had been passed down from their mother. Basile, though, was pushed into a vastly different line of work. At age nine, he was sent to be a servant under the House Menideal quartermaster. This man was a warrior, one of strict rules and honed martial prowess. He performed general tasks for the man, such as cleaning requisitioned armor and weapons. This, in turn, is a decent reason why Basile keeps good care of his belongings, more specifically his armaments. At age thirteen, Basile was sent to train under the Knight-Captain of House Menideal. He trained alongside many of the young Menideal noble boys. One named Jerace Menideal would later be his oathkeeper. Basile had a generally good relationship with Jerace, who kept the other boys off his tail. During this time, Basile was a generally well-built teenager who could handle himself. But, he was discouraged by his father from sticking up for himself in fear that he would be reprimanded for harming a higher noble family member. Many years were spent training in martial abilities, strategical battle techniques, basic mathematical skills, and even in writing. This time is when Basile truly began to develop, gaining many of the fundamental traits that would accompany him into adulthood. Basile came more outgoing, finding core values in himself. He developed many pass times and favorites, such as a respect for music and a taste for different types of alcoholic drinks. RECENT HISTORY Recently, Basile has came across information of his family. This information came in the form of the Lord Feurieux's journal, a tome with the family coat of arms stamped upon it. To Basile's dismay, it has brought him to an impasse in which he must question his loyalties to his family and those involved. What will become of this is not yet known, as he has been hunting down further information about his and his family's past. Important Notes: ■ Recently came upon important, dangerous information about his family that was never told to him. ■ As a result of this dire information, Basile's emotions have taken a bit of a toll and have become more vividly intertwined with his aether and his overall actions. ■ Basile has recently discovered that he is a Midlander/Highlander half-blood, his father's family hailing from a long line of Ala Mhigan warriors. PRIMARY SOURCES The Feurieux Codex The Feurieuxs are not what they once were. Decades ago, we were Griffinhearts, proud riders of our namesake at the forefront of Ala Mhigo’s shining army, the epitome of our country’s pride. My ancestor, Mordhaun Griffinheart, was a rider for General Gylbarde under King Manfred during the Autumn War, the great conflict between Ala Mhigo and Gridania nearly a hundred years ago at the time of this writing. In the final months of the War in 1469, General Gylbarde and his griffin-riders, including Mordaun, died at the Second Battle of Tinolqa. With this loss, the defeat of Ala Mhigo was ensured, the financial and political stability of the country crumbling to such a point that many patriotic sons and daughters of Ala Mhigo fled. While the manuscripts of griffin riding were all but lost over the years, the Griffinhearts took with them the knowledge of such beasts and combat when they fled the country. Few survived outside the Gyr Abania. Of those that did was my grandfather Rodahn Griffinheart, the last of his line. Reception of the Ala Mhigans entering Eorzea were met with death threats, hated for the sore wounds still inflicted by the Autumn War. The King had begun to mend ties with Eorzea with the council of the Fists of Rhaglr --the glorious monkhood that made these Menideal “monks” look like children learning how to punch-- but the spilling of blood was still fresh on their minds. Rodahn would be denied entry to the Shroud, their “Elements” denying access for the transgressions of his predecessors. Journeying north, he found the verdant hills of Coerthas a beauty compared to the landscapes in Gyr Abania. Settling down and beginning work as a mere laborer, Rodahn spent the next few years living off ishgardian bread and a hovel hardly big enough to lay down in comfortably. Those outside of Ishgard are rarely welcome, and Rodahn was subject to racism and prejudice, scorn for his own brethren warring against Ishgard’s allies. However, Ishgard’s stake in the Autumn War was to maintain Gridania’s barrier to their lands. Thus few had qualms about the war itself were quick to put aside, and Rodahn refused to lower his head in submission. His labor was well sought after, as few roegadyn nor highlanders ever journeyed to the plains, giving him the advantage of strength and stature over the elezen and midlanders he lived among. Labor would soon turn to conscription however, as the Dragonsong War’s conflict would soon encompass the laborer. Having left his land before learning any Ala Mhigan fighting, it fell upon the northerners to train him alongside fellow conscripts. It was said that when Ishgard armed Rodahn, a highlander as tall of the an elezen and twice as wide, none of their weapons would survive a battle. Swords broke, lances cracked, bows would unstring under the strength of Griffinheart. Eventually did a smith create a greatsword worthy of his stature, and without fail would the highlander cleave apart scales, claws, wings, and the heads of dragonkin. So grand were his achievements that the foreigner was earned a spot above the serfs, to take up his own land and a modest house to live in. However, after experiencing life through Ishgard’s eyes, war creating camaraderie and a sense of patriotism in him for the Northlands, Rodahn was eager to put aside his Ala Mhigan name, almost like a weight upon his shoulders, to take up his new Ishgardian name Feurieux. Rodahn married a midlander woman of ishgardian descent. The mingling of such blood was frowned upon, but less so than the mingling of races. It would be this very act that would shape the course of the Feurieux’s history. My father, Darion Feurieux, was the first child to take up the new name of our family. The mingling of blood was kind to him, his skin still shades darker than average ishgardian hyurs had, but his stature fit more in line with the midlanders of Coerthas. To his dismay, he would be put on a pedestal of expectations set forth by his father’s achievements. In lieu of this, Darion was found to hold a strong affinity for magic, or what was passed for an “affinity” with magics all those years ago. Ever since the aetherical explosion of the Agrias at Lake Silvertear, even our children outmatch what was once considered potent. For Darion, this made him a target for several organizations as a potential recruit. The Knights Hospitalier wanted him to spearhead their chirurgeons in the healing arts, the Order of the Friar Templars wanted him to make use of his Ala Mhigan heritage and aetherical aptitude to turn him into a great monk. The Clergy saw him as an icon they could use to rally their disheartened men. Despite all this, it would inevitably become the darkest, and arguably the most powerful sect of Ishgard that would wrap its fingers around my father: The Inquisition. To many, the Inquisition is but a judicial arm of Ishgard, doling justice through trials and in extreme cases, sending out its members to hunt down the most vile of criminals. However, the Inquisition is also a blade in the dark, at the whim of the Clergy to silence those who may yet prove troublesome for their city and its place. Nobles blackmailed, commoners branded heretics and taken in for pointless questioning, knights given bad information and orders that lead to wasted life and fuel for the War’s flames. Joining the Inquisition changes a man, after staring into the blackened abyss of Ishgard’s secrets, and for my father, it changed him for the worse. Joining as a hopeful recruit, no longer under the shadow of his own father, he prepared to make Ishgard a just place, a safer city, a brighter future. Instead he was met with reprimands for his ideology, scorned by his superiors for looking for the best in others when it was their duty to seek out the darkest parts of a man’s soul, and tear it free to reveal to all. A sickness that must be purged. And Darion, through manipulation, torture, or worse, would come to covet those secrets. All of them, not just of the forlorn criminal, but of the noble knight and the honest man. So great was his hunger that he would secretly dig deep into Ishgard’s lore, compounded entries lost to all save the Inquisition’s most trusted members. His findings were… damning, to say the least. An aevis is a dragon born from a heretic supping upon a dragon’s blood. To the common man, there is no way to discern who carries this heretical mark. Is it a ritual, performed knowingly to a man ready to commit the ultimate sin? A spell branded on them for turning against their fellow man? Theories populate the scholars’ halls, but all of them are far from the truth. The Dragonsong War was said to begin when Haldrath united the Ishgardians and led them to the Sea of Clouds, to the mountain where the city of Ishgard would be built over a millennia ago. From there, they were beset by Nidhogg, who enthralled the Ishgardians before Haldrath was freed by “Halone’s guiding hand”. This is a falsehood. The truth upon which Ishgard was built was a sin. An ultimate sin that would define our nation’s proudest troops. The Ishgardians coveted power, thus they took Nidhogg’s eye, damning every Ishgardian, knight or otherwise, to Nidhogg’s influence and curse. Our blood is tainted so that any man, noble, commoner, knight, or craftsmen but need to drink a drop of dragonsblood before they are turned. This revelation fascinated Darion, wondering how he, a man with half cursed blood would fare, yet he had to tread a careful line lest he reveal his knowledge of such secrets. His tenure would eventually come and he would leave the Inquisition, feigning exhaustion and weariness with the work that had become his life. To keep the Inquisition at arms length, my father swore our family’s fealty to a number of noble houses with ties to the Clergy and Inquisition. House Menideal was one of the more notable ones, vaunted for their friars and monks that populate the Vault. He would marry a maiden who also served the house, my mother, and birth another diluted child of Ishgard. Before my story would begin in earnest though, my father had much work to be done. Darion was not so rare an occurrence, a half blood with Ishgardian heritage. Many Eorzeans moved to the northern plans to escape the pangs of War and fall under Ishgard’s ever advancing influence. So he searched, vial of dragonsblood in hand, for his first victim. An isolated hunter in the furthest reaches of the Westernlands, settled near the Lancegate’s waters, was his first target. An unintelligent man whose sole purpose was to carve and sell meats and pelts. Easily convincing the man to swallow the vial, Darion watched in terrific horror a-- <The following pages have been torn out, losing all context the current topic.> With his asset secure, Darion would need to find some way to properly control it. He needed more knowledge. Knowledge was found in the tomes of Sharlayan, and the Scholars just so happened to have settled a new city in the western fronts of Dravania. Travelling that way with a boxed cage in tow, my father took with him a “trusted” comrade of the Inquisition as an escort, Ser Hurain. During their journey, Darion was able to discover that Hurain had Gridanian blood in his veins, painting a target for the Inquisitor. Once they reached the grand marble builds of New Sharlayan, his studies on returning a man’s mental state began. They remained for moons, turns… I remember well the years my father had seemingly abandoned his post as a member of our family, and a Menideal vassal, yet his letters would confirm he was alive and performing in the “interest of Ishgard’s future.” Sharlayans books proved to be a fine anchor for the two inquisitors, discovering magics both forbidden and lost, alchemical concoctions that would restore entire limbs, and apparently some ancient legendary bread recipes. Whatever other knowledge he discovered however was lost to me, as I, his son, was only ever communicated his reason for going to the Hinterlands in the first place. He had discovered certain aetherical runes that could be marked upon one’s skin to enhance their mental capacity, or in this case, restore one who has lost themselves to primal inhibitions. Taking up this knowledge, Darion pushed forward his plans t-- <Yet again, a page or two has been torn out, interrupting the flow of the journal.> --agreed that he should stay in the Hinterlands to continue researching the vast lore Sharlayan that might benefit their cause. An Ishgardian custodian, remaining in their abode at the time on the western edge of the Answering Quarter. Despite the great exodus from new Sharlayan back to their home island, there he still remains.With the means to replicate the blood and the enhanced mental strength to lead this new uprising, Darion had but one last recruit to turn to. His own flesh and blood, to ensure the cycle continues. <The next few pages return to Esther’s life growing up, much of it without his father who had been in the Dravanian Hinterlands. There is no significant details to gleen except that Esther was a rather level-headed man despite Ishgardian fervor and his father’s secret passion.> When it came time for my father to reveal everything I had penned down previously, it was a shock to hear how deep his fingers had dug into the frontier of this War. He would not stop repeating himself about blood, heritage, how important it all was. While the alliance he had chosen was certainly a heretical one, all that he told me would in time be revealed as true. There were things he wished of me. Dark things that sabotaged the sanctity of my vassalhood with the Menideal family. Mine own wife was “provided” to me by my father, an agent of his twisted schemes. While a commendable woman in her own right, it would not be several years later until I came to accept her as a person I could truly love. The Lady Mirae Menideal was my target. Not for death, not for ransom, not for anything but the potent bloodline. Darion would not specify what it was, but her own heritage resonated strongly with the magic of his own machinations, and deemed a child of our two bloodlines would create “powerful” children. I was disgusted with myself, for breaching the friendship I had with the woman serving under her, and attempting to persuade her into adultery. More disgusted was I that she agreed. The Lord Menideal was a repulsive elezen who found more enjoyment in the game of politics and proud half-blooded childbearing than the thought of love and care for his wife. I truly cared for her, yet that night will forever stain my past as a sin of feigned love, one that rifted us from each other. It was the last act I would do in my father’s name. He was a lost man, brought low into the darkest recesses of Ishgard’s secrets and destroyed by them attempting to bring them to the light. He had no remorse for the people he had manipulated, used, tortured, and the lives that he had ruined. His agenda called for an infinite amount of sacrifices, countless woes, and I would see it ended. But the truth that I had seen still called for a revolution. A proper one. The heretics had the right of it yet they were not strong enough, losing themselves to Nidhogg’s son as soon as they drank of the blood. My father’s creations would be the exception, and I would be the one to strike true at the heart of this failing city. After a few weeks passed, and the Lady Menideal would announce she was with my child (presumably another one of Lord Menideal’s), I would bring the news to Darion with a knife’s edge following the news. His dying breaths were pitiful ones, lamenting his lost work. How ironic, that revealing my coup for his place would leave him with a smile of… pride, almost. Puting his death aside as a failing man’s health, Mirae would come to me in a panic several months later once she had given birth to a dark skinned boy with not a single shred of elezen in him. She cursed her lot and my own, before I had agreed to take up the child as my own. She would confess to having a miscarriage, and my wife and I would retreat to the Hinterlands where we would remain with Hurain in the abandoned city state until we deemed it fit to return with this new child of our own. Basile was his name, and while he bore this powerful blood my father so greatly coveted, I would see him as far away from this conflict until it was the right time to reveal it to him. Until that day comes, I command the -- <The ending journal page has been torn out.> RELATIONSHIP STATUS LEGEND ♥ Family – ♥ Involved – ♥ Romantic – ♥ Platonic – ♥ Physical – ♦ Friend – ★ Acquaintance – $ Business – ✝ Deceased – ✔ Positive – ✖ Negative – ● Neutral – � Unsure FAMILY Esther Feurieux, Father. (♥ ) - Lord of the Feurieux Family. Character's Thoughts: "Basile has become a man of intense capability, I am proud to call him my son." Father Feurieux and his son have not always been close, as the relationship between them was never bonded well. Though they had never despised each other, Basile did not exactly think him the greatest father. Meredith Feurieux, Mother. (♥ ) - Lady of the Feurieux Family. Character's Thoughts: "I love Basile, and I always will. Not only will he be forever in my heart, I am proud to name him the heir of this family--With all of the blessings that may come with it." Closer to Basile than Lord Feuerieux, Lady Meredith was his caretaker for a long time. Bandaging fighting wounds, ensuring that servants made ample food, and protecting him from his father's occasional wrath allowed her a special position in Basile's heart until recent events. Annaria Feurieux, Sister. (♥ ) - The Herbalist. Character's Thoughts: "What would I do without my brother? He has been around for longer than I, so I must therefor accept unwillingly that he his wiser. However, I will not let him think that.." Basile's sister is the textbook definition of a good sister. Honest, innocent, and helpful all make up Annaria's traits, and allow her to be a very good companion to a Knight in a world of ambition and danger. Out of any family, Basile's sister is the most beloved and the most cherished. NON-FAMILY Jerace Menideal, Half-Brother. ( ) - Former Heir to the Menideal Family. Character's Thoughts: "Basile is far more honorable and chivalrous than most give him credit for. He will follow that code to the grave, I assure you..." Jerace was Basile's protectorate, whom Basile was sworn to serve until death. It proved ironic that Basile, who had been a direct vassal under Jerance Menideal and his family, would end up a vassal of the arch rival of the Menideals: The De'bayles had been enemies of the Menideals in a conflict between Jerance and Denz De'bayle. Basile, despite not having a stake in the problem, was consistently caught in the middle of the conflicts. Basile's honor was constantly taking a hit for Jerance's mistakes, especially when Jerace kicked the corpse of Ceonix De'bayle. Though, Jerace's place in the Temple Guard brought Basile lots of opportunities. And even when Jerace was turned into a hybrid wyvern, Basile felt some pity for his friend. Since that fateful day during the war, Jerace gave Basile a missive warning him of many things. Basile has not seen Jerance and does not know if he is still alive RUMORS N P C Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. ◢ Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely! ■ "Basile seems to do more than simply fight, and enjoys to write stories about different things he experiences." ■ "Basile has recently inherited his House after the death of both his mother and father. I wonder why, perhaps?" ◢ Uncommon Rumors - A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first! ■ "Was Basile's previous oathkeeper, Jerace Menideal, not turned heretic and dishonorable through heretical circumstances? Possibly a dangerous one, that Basile." ■ "Basile's ancestry comes from Ala Mhigo, I've heard. He's a good mix of Highlander and Midlander, just take a good look at his skin!" ◢ Rare Rumors - Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using! ■ "It is said that the Feuerieux parents and the Menideal family have been plotting against Ishgard in ways most foul. How does this affect Basile? I'll bet it makes him a heretic as well unless he proves himself different. " ■ "That Basile, supposedly, can be affected by a good drink of.. Dragonsblood. If you give him some of that good ol' stuff, he will -change-. " P C Feel free to add your own rumors to this section. ◢ Player Character Rumors - Some of these are more rare than others! ■ "Rumor." — Rumormonger. Artwork Screenshots ಌ OOC NOTES ಌ OOC INFORMATION Player Note Basile is a character that is always a work in progress. His history has been fleshed out after recent events, and his family's story has come to exposition. Therefor, he is very flexible and able to be immersed in a number of different story arcs that prove interesting and fruitful possibilities. Personal RP Limits ■ I will playWhatever fits Basile's parameters, which are quite large. ■ I won't playThe death of Basile is not exactly a possibility. Otherwise, there are a close-to unlimited amount of possibilities for him to be put through. Disclaimer Little Tidbits. ■ Basile's personality, culture, and outlook do not always mix well with other characters or some moral ideas. As well, Basile will not be changed or shifted to meet anyone's OOC expectations or anything of the like. If something that Basile does happens to make another person OOCly uncomfortable, it should be brought to my attention. ■ N/A CHARACTER TIDBITS Potential Plot Hooks For a long time and even still, Basile is something of a knight errant. He, despite his relatively recent homage to the Lord De'bayle, has spent many years on his own wandering and seeking true purpose. As a result, Basile is open to many plot opportunities of others' will and even those that expand his own story. ■ After the realization that Basile was bred to fulfill an ancient, devious purpose, he has purposely taken up his own witch hunt of sorts. Having started with the slaying of his own 'parents,' Basile has maliciously tracked down smugglers and 'heretics' of various types. And even though there are little heretics around any longer, Basile continuously finds those who were connected to the devious plot that unraveled his entire childhood. Anyone that may know someone that was involved in Dragon's Blood heresies or even in the smuggling of it would find a powerful ally in this Knight. ■ Recently, Sir Basile figured out the glorious truth about his ancestry. His ancestors having been refugees of Ala Mhigo, Basile learend that they were impressive Gryphon riders. Basile has taken up the art himself after reading plates from an old family manuscript that his father had kept from him. Anyone who may be of similar descent or of similar practices would notice Basile's distinct mixture of Ishgardian combat and Ala Mhigan gryphon flying cavalry tactics. ■ TBD. Character Lore Adherence Basile is as lore-aligning as possible.'Nuff said.

♞ INFORMATION ♞ Name - Basile Feurieux Race - Hyur, Half-Midlander, Half-Highlander Age - Twenty and Five Springs Old Nameday - 25th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon Deity - Halone ■ Alias: Sir Feurieux ■ Citizenship: Ishgard ■ Occupation: Knight ■ Hair color: Chesnut Brown ■ Eye color: Steel Grey ■ Complexion: Tan ■ Piercings: None ■ Marks or tattoos: Scar on right cheek ■ Alignment: Lawful Neutral ■ Key Items: Greatsword ■ Favorite Food: Preferably Meat ■ Favorite Drink: Whiskey ■ Favorite Color: Dark Blue Template made by Abagail Graves and free for use!