Post by Mernatel on Jul 31, 2013 20:35:16 GMT -5
Name: Mernatel Osiris Cinderfelt
Age: 24
Class: Knight
Sex: Male
Hair color: White
Facial appearance: Mernatel is very plain. He would not be described as handsome or ugly, he's simply there. He could be described, I suppose as hard, a very hard faced man.
Body type: Mernatel is five foot nine inches tall, and has a shoulder width of twenty-four inches. He has an incredibly powerful back and shoulders, and is fairly well muscled everywhere else.
Personality: Mernatel is somewhat quiet, preferring to keep to himself in most situations. Once someone can get him to talk, he will talk openly to them, but keep his demeanor with everyone else. He is loyal to a fault. He does anger easily in certain situations.
Birth Place: Lemberg, Bern
Origin: Mernatel was born the only son of Nira and Sentel Cinderfelt. His mother died of a sickness when he was two, so he has no memories of her. His father Sentel was the first son of a noble house, and therefore the heir. He was a member of Bern's 87th regiment, a Wyvern Corps. who specialized in fighting Magi units. They lived in Lemberg, the massive city owned and ruled by the Cinderfelt family. Mernatel's uncle Yerna was renowned as a brilliant killer, but merciless. Sentel did not allow Mernatel to get to know his uncle much.
Mernatel was small and pudgy as a boy, and as such was bullied by other rich children. No matter the study, he was wildly average in every subject he attempted to learn. When he turned nine he grew about for inches in two weeks, and leaned out. He was no longer bullied, but kept the personality of an outsider.
Then, when he was ten, his father died in a campaign to Nabata. Yerna became the regent of Lemberg, and his first act was to send Mernatel to "learn to be a man" in a military academy in Larguz. He was perfectly in tune with every Wyvern he rode, but they still never taught him how to fight. He was the youngest boy there, and they considered him to young to begin weapon training. So he simply trained with weights and riding til he was fourteen. Then he began to learn the use of a lance. When he was sixteen, word came of Yerna killing several civilians in a battle with bandits in the Bern mountains. For "unrelated reasons" Mernatel was told he couldn't join any of the Wyvern Corps. stationed in Larguz. So he went out in search of any branch of the Bern Military that would take him. He couldn't find a single Wyvern company that wanted someone related to one so heartless. He eventually found a Regiment that didn't deal with the giant beasts, the Thirty-Third, a group of heavily armored knights.
He was a member for five years, three of which were basic training. He had grown so powerful that he could move in the armor more easily than any other recruit, and was given a post designed as "better" than others because of it. He never saw any fighting. Two years and he was never made to fight. Almost. Around the end of that fifth year, he and the rest of his battalion were caught in a skirmish with a group of bandits. They were sluggish, they'd only practiced, they hadn't fought in years. He fell in a river, unconscious.
When he woke up, he was in a sleepy village almost completely unscathed. His chest plate was broken, but the rest of his armor was fine. After a few days he was ready to return to his unit, ashamed, but ready. There was however a problem, a man passing through the village was a soldier in Yerna's unit.
As Mernatel returned, he was intercepted by two sell swords. He was stabbed in the thigh, but killed one of them. When he disarmed the second, he trapped him against the ground with his foot and commanded to know why. The man told him the truth, Yerna wanted the lordship and would never stop. Mernatel let the man go, but ran from Bern.
He went to Lycia, and after some time, got into a bar room brawl with some son of a lord. Then, another lordling coincidentally appeared and killed the other man. The man said it was for his own reasons, but Mernatel swore to be in the mans service until he had payed the man back ten fold. He is still in the lord's service.
Current mood: His usual self.
Knife: Steel throwing knife he uses incorrectly.
Age: 24
Class: Knight
Sex: Male
Hair color: White
Facial appearance: Mernatel is very plain. He would not be described as handsome or ugly, he's simply there. He could be described, I suppose as hard, a very hard faced man.
Body type: Mernatel is five foot nine inches tall, and has a shoulder width of twenty-four inches. He has an incredibly powerful back and shoulders, and is fairly well muscled everywhere else.
Personality: Mernatel is somewhat quiet, preferring to keep to himself in most situations. Once someone can get him to talk, he will talk openly to them, but keep his demeanor with everyone else. He is loyal to a fault. He does anger easily in certain situations.
Birth Place: Lemberg, Bern
Origin: Mernatel was born the only son of Nira and Sentel Cinderfelt. His mother died of a sickness when he was two, so he has no memories of her. His father Sentel was the first son of a noble house, and therefore the heir. He was a member of Bern's 87th regiment, a Wyvern Corps. who specialized in fighting Magi units. They lived in Lemberg, the massive city owned and ruled by the Cinderfelt family. Mernatel's uncle Yerna was renowned as a brilliant killer, but merciless. Sentel did not allow Mernatel to get to know his uncle much.
Mernatel was small and pudgy as a boy, and as such was bullied by other rich children. No matter the study, he was wildly average in every subject he attempted to learn. When he turned nine he grew about for inches in two weeks, and leaned out. He was no longer bullied, but kept the personality of an outsider.
Then, when he was ten, his father died in a campaign to Nabata. Yerna became the regent of Lemberg, and his first act was to send Mernatel to "learn to be a man" in a military academy in Larguz. He was perfectly in tune with every Wyvern he rode, but they still never taught him how to fight. He was the youngest boy there, and they considered him to young to begin weapon training. So he simply trained with weights and riding til he was fourteen. Then he began to learn the use of a lance. When he was sixteen, word came of Yerna killing several civilians in a battle with bandits in the Bern mountains. For "unrelated reasons" Mernatel was told he couldn't join any of the Wyvern Corps. stationed in Larguz. So he went out in search of any branch of the Bern Military that would take him. He couldn't find a single Wyvern company that wanted someone related to one so heartless. He eventually found a Regiment that didn't deal with the giant beasts, the Thirty-Third, a group of heavily armored knights.
He was a member for five years, three of which were basic training. He had grown so powerful that he could move in the armor more easily than any other recruit, and was given a post designed as "better" than others because of it. He never saw any fighting. Two years and he was never made to fight. Almost. Around the end of that fifth year, he and the rest of his battalion were caught in a skirmish with a group of bandits. They were sluggish, they'd only practiced, they hadn't fought in years. He fell in a river, unconscious.
When he woke up, he was in a sleepy village almost completely unscathed. His chest plate was broken, but the rest of his armor was fine. After a few days he was ready to return to his unit, ashamed, but ready. There was however a problem, a man passing through the village was a soldier in Yerna's unit.
As Mernatel returned, he was intercepted by two sell swords. He was stabbed in the thigh, but killed one of them. When he disarmed the second, he trapped him against the ground with his foot and commanded to know why. The man told him the truth, Yerna wanted the lordship and would never stop. Mernatel let the man go, but ran from Bern.
He went to Lycia, and after some time, got into a bar room brawl with some son of a lord. Then, another lordling coincidentally appeared and killed the other man. The man said it was for his own reasons, but Mernatel swore to be in the mans service until he had payed the man back ten fold. He is still in the lord's service.
Current mood: His usual self.
Knife: Steel throwing knife he uses incorrectly.
