Name ADEMAR
Age UNKNOWN
Born UNKNOWN
Sexuality PANSEXUAL Occupation RECUSANT PB N/A
Sexuality PANSEXUAL Occupation RECUSANT PB N/A
About.
Former Fire Monk, now Recusant supporter of Praetor Rykard.
Ademar was born into the role of Guardian for the Flame of Ruin. He was tasked with upholding the sacred duty of watching the path to the Forge at the very peak of the Mountaintops of the Giants, defending it from trespassers and dissenters. He lived at the Guardians' Garrison with the descendants of the soldiers and sorcerers installed there by Marika long after the War against the Giants.
His existence was spartan and lonely. Friends were absent, for too few children could survive harsh Northern conditions into adulthood. He's never known wealth, as his people received no aid from the Capital City of Leyndell and were cut off from the better part of the Lands Between for their heretical worship of the Flame of Ruin they were sworn by oath to defend. Prayer and incantation study were routine and made up the bulk of his day, but as an older boy, he was allowed to freely depart from the Garrison to travel the mountain snowfields. The slack from his peers bound him more tightly to the Flame of Ruin, confident at a young age that upholding the principles of the Fire Monks was the only way to truly live a blessed life.
He was, therefore, raised to be devoutly serious. As his solemnity came across as arrogance, when it was discovered that he was deficient in the focusing energy required to cast powerful flame incantations, he was scorned and exiled.
To add:
- post-Shattering shit (unable to see the guidance of grace bc he's a fucking heathen)
- revived many, many years prior to the actual game starting
- cannot become elden lord bc he's a fuck-up but also has zero desire to become elden lord
- helps a tarnished named haggai ascend to the throne (via the three fingers bc it's the most metal ending) instead so that he can watch the world burn
Ademar was born into the role of Guardian for the Flame of Ruin. He was tasked with upholding the sacred duty of watching the path to the Forge at the very peak of the Mountaintops of the Giants, defending it from trespassers and dissenters. He lived at the Guardians' Garrison with the descendants of the soldiers and sorcerers installed there by Marika long after the War against the Giants.
His existence was spartan and lonely. Friends were absent, for too few children could survive harsh Northern conditions into adulthood. He's never known wealth, as his people received no aid from the Capital City of Leyndell and were cut off from the better part of the Lands Between for their heretical worship of the Flame of Ruin they were sworn by oath to defend. Prayer and incantation study were routine and made up the bulk of his day, but as an older boy, he was allowed to freely depart from the Garrison to travel the mountain snowfields. The slack from his peers bound him more tightly to the Flame of Ruin, confident at a young age that upholding the principles of the Fire Monks was the only way to truly live a blessed life.
He was, therefore, raised to be devoutly serious. As his solemnity came across as arrogance, when it was discovered that he was deficient in the focusing energy required to cast powerful flame incantations, he was scorned and exiled.
To add:
- post-Shattering shit (unable to see the guidance of grace bc he's a fucking heathen)
- revived many, many years prior to the actual game starting
- cannot become elden lord bc he's a fuck-up but also has zero desire to become elden lord
- helps a tarnished named haggai ascend to the throne (via the three fingers bc it's the most metal ending) instead so that he can watch the world burn
First impressions.
Visual.5'10". 165lbs. Grey-skinned. Overgrown, shaggy red hair whose fringe falls over his eyes. Olive eyes. Prominent dark circles. Oval/Angular face with black freckles. Burn scars cover his hands and wrists.
Fashion.Wears Banished Knight armour with Fire Monk gauntlets and greaves. Beneath his armour lies handmade commoner's clothing (example: a billowing tunic and tight trousers). He's pretty shabby if left to his own devices, which he almost always is.
Demeanour.Is a habitual drinker and smoker, preferring sweet wines and a pipe packed with herba. He's nearly totally silent when not around people. Dog-like, his head tilts often in conversation to get better glimpses of people through his hair.
Aural.His accent is heavy, noticeably West Country, which would be considered a very rural manner of speaking in the Capital City; it can be very difficult to understand him if he's intoxicated or otherwise impaired. He considers everything he says carefully to cover his illiteracy as best he can, which means he very rarely trips up when speaking.
- Heavy, rhotic Rs ("pirate"-like).
- Long articulation of vowels.
- Hs are usually dropped (i.e. house = 'ouse).
- Gs dropped from -ing endings.
- No T in the middle or at the end of words (i.e. water = wa'er).
- Heavy, rhotic Rs ("pirate"-like).
- Long articulation of vowels.
- Hs are usually dropped (i.e. house = 'ouse).
- Gs dropped from -ing endings.
- No T in the middle or at the end of words (i.e. water = wa'er).
Miscellany.
Hobbies. Sewing, item crafting (specialties: fire pots, fire grease, fireproof dried liver), dancing, casual arson, drinking, smoking, fucking (undoubtedly creepy cult sex). Doing odd jobs for odd people, eating, adventuring.
Whatever feels good at the time. Ademar is a creature of passion, and he does everything to satisfy himself. He loves to challenge peopleβin conversation, in battle, and in bed. He fancies games of all kinds, even if it turns out that he's terrible at them. He enjoys gambling, drinking, and gossiping. He sews as a distraction and to keep his fingers clever, as they're stiff and sore a lot of the time.
Whatever feels good at the time. Ademar is a creature of passion, and he does everything to satisfy himself. He loves to challenge peopleβin conversation, in battle, and in bed. He fancies games of all kinds, even if it turns out that he's terrible at them. He enjoys gambling, drinking, and gossiping. He sews as a distraction and to keep his fingers clever, as they're stiff and sore a lot of the time.
Greatest Flaw.Ademar is blinded by his religion. This, coupled with the fact that he's genuinely not too bright, makes manipulating him extremely easy. He's not gullible, tending to be more of a skeptic and distrustful of others, but he doesn't have a strong grasp on his own future. This ties into his warrior lifestyle, which is based on his own selfishness. If he's violent, it's because he wants to be violent.
Best Quality.Ademar is an extrovert. Raised in a Garrison where the only socialization he could find was in a castle of traitors, he's subjected himself to every manner of abuse to get "in" with others. He is constantly wishing for company. It feeds into possessive generosity because he was able to ascertain that others would tolerate him if he had something to offer them. This has made him gregarious and inclined to share what he has with others. If he can do a favour for one in return, he will strike any deal he must.
His swordsmanship deserves its own mention, and demi-gods have fallen to his blade.
His swordsmanship deserves its own mention, and demi-gods have fallen to his blade.
Mental Health.Poor. Ademar has only the barest grasp on reality. No one in the Lands Between seems to know what to do or where to go, and he has come to terms with the fact that he's no better than they are. He does, however, believe that he has a higher, holy purpose. Bringing ruin to the Golden Order is all that's keeping him going and is what will finally let him rest. Suicidal tendencies aren't admitted to outright, but he treats his body like a tool and wields it rashly.
Self-Image.Ademar is fond of his own company as he's had far too much time to spend on his own. He doesn't believe that he belongs to any one purpose, unable to see the Grace of the Golden Order, but he accepts that as a sign that his path is the right one. Unfortunately, he also considers himself to be an effective tool for others and often lends his strength to causes that put him in unnecessary amounts of danger.
Ademar, however, despite appreciating what he has, would greet death with great pleasure; he's been alive for far too long and would prefer to rest. Knowing that he's essentially immortal, he fights with unmatched aggression and cares little for his own body. It's allowed him to become confident in his ability. He isn't one to boast, but he's very proud; if he's challenged, he will accept.
Ademar, however, despite appreciating what he has, would greet death with great pleasure; he's been alive for far too long and would prefer to rest. Knowing that he's essentially immortal, he fights with unmatched aggression and cares little for his own body. It's allowed him to become confident in his ability. He isn't one to boast, but he's very proud; if he's challenged, he will accept.
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