Character Statistics.

[Akira]

~Phoenix Knight~

Name: Tenold Svenson aka 'The Tortured Soul'
Age: 31
Species: Human
Race: Norse/Germanic
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 295 lbs. (mostly muscle)
Body Build: Tall and very muscular
Skin Tone: Very pale, almost resembling a corpses
Eyes: Very Bland Blue
Hair: Light Brown, Average Length


Clothing: His upper body is covered by an extremely dark brown long sleeve shirt. It is quite tattered and old but he strangely continues to wear it. Over the shirt he wears a black leather vest which also seems to be quite worn and aged. His legs are covered by a long black pair of pants which are strapped in place around the thigh by sheath buckles which hold one knife each. His boots are also made of leather and the color resembles that of the shirt. They are lined on the inside with fur and offer perfect warmth. His waist is lined by a light brown belt that holds a small crossbow to the side of his leg. Lastly, he drapes a deep black mantle around his body which usually covers his whole body only revealing his face, his boots, and the hilt of the protruding sword on his back.


Weaponry: Unholy Hjunir is a massive Flamberge constructed out of steel and reinforced with iron to give it optimal cut and slicing properties. The blade is 5 feet long and the width measures in at 4 inches. It's also engraved by lots of small runes and etches on the blade giving it an unclean and rigid finish while still looking quite intimidating. The hilt is wrapped in brown leather and the blade guard made of a grimy silver material, set with dark jade stones. The most noticeable and interesting feature is the reflection of light onto the blade, which seems to be purplish-black rather than the typical white reflection. Just like its wielder, the sword throws off an uneasy and indescribable aura.

The Small Crossbow that adorns the side of his leg is a simple contraption yet is surprisingly powerful for its size. The arrows it fires are average and don’t seem to be distinguished in any way other than there incredibly sharp arrow tips. The crossbow offers a quick and potent attack to weaken or kill his enemy. In case of the former, he can get close to the weakened enemy and finish them off with his Flamberge.

He also has Two Knives at his disposal which can be just as successful at killing his enemies as the mightiest sword, of course only when used by the proper wielder. Tenold’s fast reflexes also make these a potent last resort weapon but they should not be confused with a weak attack. They also show their usefulness for whittling new arrows, cutting meat, etc.


Armor: Tenold wears little to no armor to keep his speed intact. Another reason for this is the fact that most Norseman have few chances to acquire armor, especially thick and robust armor. He also prefers the added strength of his two-hander to the defense of a shield and therefore only wears a round midsized shield on his back to prevent attacks from behind. He does however wear wrist guards made of extremely durable leather that help to protect his wrists while also steadying them, making the Unholy Hjunir easier to wield.


Main Class: Dark Knight. On first glance, he appears to be a normal knight but he is surrounded by a dark aura.


Sub Class: Dark Magician. While this is only a secondary skill class, he seems to be quite advanced in basic black arts.


Magic/Skills: He mostly uses the 'Smothering Fire' (fire magic with dark element) attack to weaken his enemy but it also comes in handy when setting up camp to create a small fire.

He is also able to curse his enemies with 'The Chant Of Germania' which demoralizes and diminishes their fighting spirit (resulting in dropped stats).

His most prominent skill is his 'Berserker Rage' which usually scares his opponents into submission and also makes him less prone to pain than normal. His attacks however, are only determined by brute force in this state and show little sign of strategy.


Biography: A mysterious warrior who wandered the countryside of northern lands looking for armies to join to quench his lust for death. Unfortunately for him, his unmatchable melee fighting style overpowered all his enemies and hindered him from ending his sorrowful misery. It is unknown why he loathes himself so much and why he continues his own pitiful existence yet it has been rumored that he is searching for something, though that something is as unknown as this man's past.

A week after the great slaughter of the Skeijkin tribe, he went into another one of his personal "exiles". He continued from village to village in hopes of finding "Something" but his search came up as unsuccessful as every other before it. While setting up camp on the outskirts of a very small village, he was met by a small frail messenger boy. The boy spoke of a lord who wanted him in his services. At first, he was not thrown off his feet, expecting nothing more than another job where he would massacre more countless men. But when the boy continued, he mentioned an order of knights known as the 'Phoenix Knights'. His interest was immediately sparked and he questioned the boy trying to satisfy his newly discovered curiosity. The boy merely said "Go south and you shall see". Immediately after, he abruptly burst into flames weirdly not leaving any reminents or ashes behind.

Never had the warrior been so confused yet interested simultaneously. He couldn't help but feel that he should listen to the messenger. Knowing nothing more than to head southward, he embarked on his new adventure unknowing of its outcome and what it would hold in store for him......

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After travelling for three days southward without pause, Tenold came to a forest pass. It was very dark and an akward feeling came upon Tenold. He continued into the winding pass which seemed to span endlessly. As the redish orange hew of the sunset filled the sky, Tenold decided to take a break and setup a campfire for the night.

He scavanged his surroundings for firewood and small twigs but came upon little to boast. He ventured deeper into the surrounding shrubbery and continued to look. Suddenly, he stumbled upon thick vegetation which looked somewhat like a wall. Determined to go on further, he started to rip the vines that impeded his way. Barely making any progress, he pulled out his Flamberge and slashed at the greenery. He was knocked back by a strong thud. Apparently the shrubbery truly hid something.

Another very strange feeling overcame Tenold. The feeling increased until Tenold started to fill with an unending rage and lost control of all his senses. He rammed his sword bluntly against the wall, sending pieces of concrete hurdling into the air and into a dark hollow. A wave of dust came shooting out of the small shaft and sent Tenold to the ground coughing. When he recovered and peered inside, he could barely make out anything, the darkness hindering all possible sight.

Further focusing his eyes on the room, he could make out the face of a horse. Extremely surprised, Tenold jumped back in shock. He couldn't believe that a living horse was inside a closed off shaft. But before he could figure things out, he heard a very weak voice say: "Whh...who...i...is...th..there?"

Tenold walked inside the dark room, seeing only a frail shadowy figure lying in the corner. The face of the body was turned away, and again Tenold felt very uncomfortable. He decided to answer the man's question: "My name is Tenold Svenson, I am a traveller of the north."

All that followed was an akward pause which was stopped by the words: "Bbb...bbbll...bbllood. Give me....some, boy."

"Blood?" said Tenold. Then, as if a reflex, Tenold ran outside and looked around in haste. He scanned the forest for anything that moved. Suddenly, he spotted a small deer trying to hide in it's surroundings. Slowly creeping over to the deer, he pulled out his crossbow from under his mantle. The arrow whistled towards the neck of the deer and caused a spew of blood to cover the forest grounds. Tenold grabbed the flailing creature by the hind legs and dragged it back to the tomb of the frail man.

"I have found some blood but what do you need it for?" Tenold asked with curiosity driving his question.

"La...lay it next to me please....an..and I shall show you."

He dragged the still moving animal over to the man and watched with wide eyes. The sound of a cat-like hissing filled the damp air and was followed by a crunching or rather a piercing sound. The animal started to twitch faster and faster; Tenold could see the formerly frail body now hunched onto the deer like a wolf.

'What the hell?' Tenold thought to himself in amazement.

After about 15 minutes, the man got off of the deer and returend to lying in the corner. Tenold still confused, waited for any kind of response.

"I hope I didn't scare you boy. My name is Naberius and I am a former commander of the vampire army. I'm sure you have many questions but I will try to satisfy your thirst for knowledge."

A short while later, Tenold learned of the last battle Naberius was involved in, the one that got him locked up into the tomb. It seemed he had been tricked and therefore captured and imprisoned in this concrete housing. After this, Naberius made haste to thank Tenold and vowed to forever fight along side him. Tenold then interupted and told Naberius about the Phoenix Knights. The former vampire commander said that he would go with Tenold and become a member of the Phoenix Knights.

And so, Tenold continued his journey south, now accompanied by a trustworthy warrior and ally.......