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[Jadebeam]

Here's my character


Name: Jade Chrysoberyl


Age: 24


Race/Species: Human


Description: Armour is silver and light bronze, with a silver band for the hair, her hair going down to her lower shoulders, a white and blue skirt with silver scales around the waist, and dark leather heeled boots with silver leafing. Eyes are a light blue.


Personality: Usually she is happy 100% of the time, unless an extremely horrifying event occurs, and enjoys fighting to a large extent. It is true belief that everyone should be treated fairly.


Occupation: She works as a knight in her kingdom, protecting the city from various thugs, and different threats. She also helps the city she lives in with daily affairs.


Abilities/Skills: She is highly experienced in the arts of sword, her broadsword being one of her main qualities of fighting. She is also highly durable, and can take a lot of damage, if need be.


Likes/Dislikes: Likes fair treatment, kindness, and a good fight. Dislikes anything that centers around hatred, and anger and possible threats that may harm anything.

 

[Stickdom]

Atroz Melfigorn

The Ironskin Knight

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Name: Atroz Melfigorn


Age: 1352 years


Race/Species: Steelforged Giant


Description: Tall and gaunt, Atroz towers over the common man, nearly ten feet in height. His weight has never been recorded as there are no scales large enough to calculate it, but it easily outweighs both horse and carriage together, some estimate he is nearly a ton. He has no facial features to speak of, constantly masked by a menacing helm which has become conjoined to his head, though some wiry strands of black hair that creep out from the back are some few traces that he was once human. He rarely wears any clothing other than a tattered leg-skirt that seems centuries old, his body is exposed through the gaps in his natural armour, revealing charcoal-black skin that appears to be solid, but simultaneously brittle, organic metal. His armour is one with his body, as he can grow new plates or regenerate lost and broken pieces the same way an injury heals on a human's skin, though at a drastically slower rate.





Personality: Stoic is a fitting enough word to describe his attitude. Atroz is silent more often than not, letting his actions speak for him. When he does speak, it is either in cryptic one-word sentences or bellowing a battle cry to his opponent. He has been known to say more than a few rather poetic words while in combat, they seem to be ancient war hymns and battle poems, which he chants with surprising emotion and force in the midst of a fight. He shows no anger or hatred or joy or sorrow, anything other than steadfast obligation to seek a worthy opponent seems lost to him ages past.


Occupation: Wandering Warrior. Centuries ago, Atroz was once a simple human blacksmith, working the metal to forge weapons and armour for the kingdom's soldiers. But war took many lives, and soon he was called upon to take up arms himself. In battle, he wielded the tools of his trade, hammers and wrought irons and chains, but though he fought bravely, death came for him like so many others. Lying bleeding on the ground, a witch scavenged through the bodies and found a dying Atroz. She promised to heal him and grant any single wish in return for serving her for the rest of his life. Atroz, scared and out of his wits, requested she make him a warrior capable of fighting against any who stood before him to protect those he cared for. The spell was cast, transforming Atroz from a mere man into a golem of iron skin. He fulfilled his promise to serve the witch for years afterwards, the curse she placed with the blessing bound him to her commands. She ordered him to use his new strength to destroy villages, conquer armies, and ruin lives. He slowly became numb with insanity, all of the people he had wished he protect killed with his own hands. He broke, his mind snapped and he turned on the witch, killing her and leaving to live on his own in the wilds. But he still craved a life of battle, the curse of his wish drove him to seek combat, and now he seeks throughout the world for a strong opponent worthy and capable enough to defeat him in a duel, and release him from his cursed existence, eventually becoming a being of legends, as well as the subject of many quests to slay "the infernal golem knight".





Abilities/Skills: Atroz's only abilities lie in his body and its iron construction. Despite being massively heavy, he can still move at considerable speed, like a thundering behemoth, slow to start but nearly unstoppable at full speed. However, he cannot take quick changes in direction very well, making agile opponents difficult to combat. His skin is most relatable to carbon, rock-solid, but brittle and flaky, able to take several hits, but capable of shattering to pieces after prolonged battle. The armour that grows from his body seems under his control to some degree, as he has been seen over the course of a long battle sprouting new spines, chains, and plates to replace or improve those already present. He seems to have some mechanical aspects to him as well, since every so often a puff of vapor billows out from his helm like a steam engine, or more rarely a gout of fire that seems to set his helm ablaze, earning him a reputation as some hell-sent demon. He has been known to release these blasts of smoky fog or gouts of flame from open vents in his skin to scald and burn opponents or create a concealing cloud to momentarily hide in. He has considerable skill with many weapons, he has a varied collection of large blades, lances, and axes he has collected from past rivals, which he carries in a bundle chained to his back.





Likes/Dislikes: Likes battle and dueling, always seeking an opponent to match his mettle against. Surprisingly, likes poetry and song, often chanting in the midst of battle, ancient songs of glory and war.


Dislikes magic and magic-users, since they are a crafty lot, and the reason he is in this cursed body. He also dislikes himself, or at least the state he is living in, but is unable to destroy himself with his own hand because of the curse's limitations, and has yet to find an opponent strong enough to take it from him.