Name: Zavier Dragonus
Race: Human
Class: Knight
Age: 19
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 160 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Silver
Element: Holy
Physical description; Zavier has been called a specimen of the Knight Hood training. He is not fat, but by no means is he weak. He is fairly muscular, which can be easily seen when looking at him, but he is not overly so, finding that too much muscle mass could hinder his movement. He usually dies all of his armor black, a sleek black that causes light to reflect off of it. He wears a traditional scabbard at his side, although when traveling, he will often time place the scabbard upon his back. His skin color is that of someone fairly tanned. He usually wears his long silver hair in a pony tail, allowing some of the tendrils of his hair to come across his face. He looks like a nice person, and he always greats his friends with a smile. However when he becomes angry, it is said that he takes upon the countenance of the evil one himself.

Personality: Zavier is a kind-hearted person, who puts the protection of the innocent and others higher than anything, including his own safety. He will willing risk his life to save others. He is good at leading fights, as well as supporting others who lead.
Class: Knight

Equipment:
Weapon: Broadsword
Lvl. 1 Leather Gloves
Lvl. 1 Leather Breastplate
Lvl. 1 Leather Boots

Gold: 3000
Skills: Brave Slash

Background:

Zavier walked upon a cliff, his heart beating faster and faster as he took his first glimpse of just a few miles away. Tharkas, the fabled city, was some miles away, but he could barely make out the shape of a city. Tears almost pooled into his eyes as he thought of what it had taken to get him to that step. As he made his way down the path and towards the city, he thought back to what had happened to him…

“You’re not my true parents?” Zavier was sitting at the wooden table in his parent’s small kitchen. He could see the marks in it, when he had gotten his first dagger as a present. He had been so excited, so childish. Now, he was grown up, and he was about to leave home. This was his home village, Ruflon Village, and all of his memeories were of this place. Leaving was hard enough, but he was shocked when his mother had spoken those words to him. “What do you mean, mom? How can you not be my real parents?”

“It must have been 19 years ago. Your father and I had been walking through the forests to the east, something we had always enjoyed doing when we heard a woman screaming. We rushed to find a woman being attacked by some wild animals. Your father rushed to help her, and while he did finally silence the beats, it came at a price.” Zavier’s mother turned her eyes away, and Zavier could see them pool with tears. “The woman had been hurt considerably; it was remarkable that she was able to protect you for that long. I knelt down to her, and with her final words she said, ‘protect Zavier.’ After that, your father and I raised you to be our own son, knowing that one day, you would leave us. I’ve dreaded this day for so long…” Here her voice cracked, and she buried her face into Zavier’s father’s chest.

“Zavier…we just wanted to say that we are sorry. We had no right to fool you for all these years, but we wanted a son so bad. After that incident, I began training you with swords and shields, preparing you for the Knighthood that you have embraced. You were amazingly good at combat, and I knew you were special. I know that you must leave…but we just want to say that we are sorry. We don’t expect you to forgive us, but…”

Zavier got up, tears forming in his own eyes. His real family was somewhere else? He had another family, maybe members of them still alive, and he might find them someday. “Don’t say that. For me, you two will always be my parents.” Zavier rushed over to meet them, happily thinking of them as always being his parents.

That had been a couple of weeks back, and since then, he had made his trek towards Tharkas. "The clothing the woman wore was similar to those of the Tharkans. Maybe they have answeres for you," his mother had said. Having been already knighted at his home village, he wanted to extend his abilities to those who would need it. As he neared the legendary city, he thought to what Fate had in store for him…

Avalon is a Continent, not a city. So you'd be somewhere in avalon already, judging by the fact that you lived near a forest, I'd say Ruflon Village, in the Southern regions of Avalon. The 'city' you probably speak of would be Tharkas City, which was once the Capital of Tharkas, home to a great castle of white stone and ivory towers. But for the past 6 years it's been destroyed. I suggest you read the backstories for more information on Hypeltheon's histories.

The Backstory starts on Page 2 of the Backstories board.

Cool beans, welcome to Dark Isles! ^_^

Now, you're a Human Knight, that means you start questing in the realm of Avalon.

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