Post by Xantias d’Amarante (I) on Apr 12, 2008 11:23:23 GMT -5
Name: Xantias d’Amarante
Age: 29
Race: ½ D’Angeline ½ Skaldic
Gender: Male
Appearance: Xantias appearance is attributed more to his D’Angeline heritage than his Skaldic one. Though traces of his Skaldic blood do show through; His cheekbones aren’t quite as fine as a D’Angeline, his shoulders more squared than tapered. Everything he is appears to be slightly less D’Angeline than a true full-blooded D’Angeline. Eyes ultramarine in colour set him slightly apart from his D’Angeline peers as well. His hair, while not ridiculously out of place in D’Angeline society, is a light blonde leading some to believe he is the bastard get of a D’Aiglemort. It is somewhat uncontrollable in the way it seems to burst free of most restraints.
History: The bastard of a Skaldic raider and his mother left to fend for herself after being brutally raped and beaten. Found shortly after the raid by a squadron of the Unforgiven she was taken in and cared for. Her wounds were tended and the best was hoped for in regards to the child.
The child was brought to term, and was given a D’Angeline name. Though his features had a cast of Skaldic to them, it wasn’t to be brought to blame upon the boy. He appeared D’Angeline enough, and his mother and foster father, who was a Captain within the Unforgiven, chose to uphold the precept of Blessed Elua and loved the child deeply.
He was left want for nothing. Everything that could be afforded him was. He was by far no Prince of the Realm, nor not even as well off as a Vicomte or Baron, he was almost the equivalent of a Land Holding Chevalier.
He started training in weapons as soon as made able. All sorts of weapons were included in his training, ranging from pole-arms to daggers, slings to crossbows. He would, come time of manhood, be expected to ride with his father, or any other command that he chose.
So it was, on his sixteenth birthday that he rode to his first sortie. The Unforgiven knew that any time they rode out that they may come upon a battle. It was one such evening that Xantias’ father took him aside and asked if he were ready to ride with him. All too eager to do so, he sat astride his horse and waited for the rest of the company to mount up.
That was nearly fourteen years ago. Xantias now rode at the head of his own company, and was largely held in high regard by the rest of the Black Shields the breadth of the border. He had quelled raids not even begun by Skaldic raiding parties, he had saved entire villages.
Somewhere in his first dozen rides with his father’s company he had picked up a skaldic war-axe and used it to devastating efficiency. Deciding to keep the weapon, owing perhaps to his mixed blood, he became quite versed in it’s usage and decided to have a weapons-smith craft him a pair with a more D’Angeline beauty to them.
To this day he fights with a pair of axes of strange beauty, the likes of which have been replicated, but never duplicated, amidst some of the younger Unforgiven.
Xantias does not pretend that this life holds any beauty or glamour. He lives it because it needs to be lived, and like many of the other Unforgiven, he fears the Punishment of Kushiel.
His bravery in protecting the Terre D’Ange/Skaldia border have garnered him a direct transfer to Palace Guardsman in the City. A messenger sent to his superiors awaited him upon his return from circuit suggesting that he make all due haste. He wondered, briefly, if perhaps he should decline and remain with the Unforgiven. The thought was quickly discarded upon packing his few belongings and, the very next day, making his way westward and south. He was now headed towards the Gleaming White Walls of the City of Elua. It wouldn’t take him long until arriving in the City. He was, after all, a Captain of the Unforgiven and used to quick travel. The City awaited and he wasn’t about to ignore its call.
Age: 29
Race: ½ D’Angeline ½ Skaldic
Gender: Male
Appearance: Xantias appearance is attributed more to his D’Angeline heritage than his Skaldic one. Though traces of his Skaldic blood do show through; His cheekbones aren’t quite as fine as a D’Angeline, his shoulders more squared than tapered. Everything he is appears to be slightly less D’Angeline than a true full-blooded D’Angeline. Eyes ultramarine in colour set him slightly apart from his D’Angeline peers as well. His hair, while not ridiculously out of place in D’Angeline society, is a light blonde leading some to believe he is the bastard get of a D’Aiglemort. It is somewhat uncontrollable in the way it seems to burst free of most restraints.
History: The bastard of a Skaldic raider and his mother left to fend for herself after being brutally raped and beaten. Found shortly after the raid by a squadron of the Unforgiven she was taken in and cared for. Her wounds were tended and the best was hoped for in regards to the child.
The child was brought to term, and was given a D’Angeline name. Though his features had a cast of Skaldic to them, it wasn’t to be brought to blame upon the boy. He appeared D’Angeline enough, and his mother and foster father, who was a Captain within the Unforgiven, chose to uphold the precept of Blessed Elua and loved the child deeply.
He was left want for nothing. Everything that could be afforded him was. He was by far no Prince of the Realm, nor not even as well off as a Vicomte or Baron, he was almost the equivalent of a Land Holding Chevalier.
He started training in weapons as soon as made able. All sorts of weapons were included in his training, ranging from pole-arms to daggers, slings to crossbows. He would, come time of manhood, be expected to ride with his father, or any other command that he chose.
So it was, on his sixteenth birthday that he rode to his first sortie. The Unforgiven knew that any time they rode out that they may come upon a battle. It was one such evening that Xantias’ father took him aside and asked if he were ready to ride with him. All too eager to do so, he sat astride his horse and waited for the rest of the company to mount up.
That was nearly fourteen years ago. Xantias now rode at the head of his own company, and was largely held in high regard by the rest of the Black Shields the breadth of the border. He had quelled raids not even begun by Skaldic raiding parties, he had saved entire villages.
Somewhere in his first dozen rides with his father’s company he had picked up a skaldic war-axe and used it to devastating efficiency. Deciding to keep the weapon, owing perhaps to his mixed blood, he became quite versed in it’s usage and decided to have a weapons-smith craft him a pair with a more D’Angeline beauty to them.
To this day he fights with a pair of axes of strange beauty, the likes of which have been replicated, but never duplicated, amidst some of the younger Unforgiven.
Xantias does not pretend that this life holds any beauty or glamour. He lives it because it needs to be lived, and like many of the other Unforgiven, he fears the Punishment of Kushiel.
His bravery in protecting the Terre D’Ange/Skaldia border have garnered him a direct transfer to Palace Guardsman in the City. A messenger sent to his superiors awaited him upon his return from circuit suggesting that he make all due haste. He wondered, briefly, if perhaps he should decline and remain with the Unforgiven. The thought was quickly discarded upon packing his few belongings and, the very next day, making his way westward and south. He was now headed towards the Gleaming White Walls of the City of Elua. It wouldn’t take him long until arriving in the City. He was, after all, a Captain of the Unforgiven and used to quick travel. The City awaited and he wasn’t about to ignore its call.