Awakening from a slumber to a world not the same as the one he went to
sleep in, Valkaer 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:
Half-hidden under a mop of thick blonde hair are two blue eyes looking
out into the world. The man stands a head taller than you, forcing you to
look upwards to see to the top of him. His face is free of wrinkles except
around his eyes, and his nose has been broken at least once. A physique
chiseled through constant use suggests the man has lived a life of fitness
and energy.
[reply to Valkaer]