Awakening from a slumber to a world not the same as the one he went to
sleep in, Gesthar struggles to come to terms with a world wholly corrupted
by the apathy and callousness of those who do not embrace that which is
right and true. Taking up the sword, clasping his hand deftly around the
hilt, he will fight to make the world a better place for the honorable
denizens that inhabit it. The only remnant of memory that remains
is his one true purpose. To inspire the minds of others to honor and
their hearts to virtue. Armed with that purpose and his bodies instinctual
remembrance of his battle skills he valiantly protects those being
oppressed and delivers the wrath of the light upon the oppressors.
Description:
Long pointed ears protrude through an unruly mop of medium length blond hair. Cobalt blue eyes regard the world with a sense of equanimity in a face most fair. An elongated jawline competes for notice with a strong cleft chin. The man standing before you appears to be just over six feet tall and slim enough to hide behind the blade of the sword belted to his waist. He is dressed well in hues of white and blue with strange silver embroidery along the cuffs and collar of his shirt. The large amount of scuffing and wear on his boots tell a tale of much travel despite his otherwise immaculate appearance.
