Name: Nathaniel

Class:Cavalier→Paladin

Stats

HP:(18) (1x2)=20
Str:(5) (3)=8
Mag:(0) (0x2)=0
Skl:(5) (1)=6
Spd:(5) (4)=9
Lck:(1) (0)=1
Def:(5) (1)=6
Res:(2) (0)=2
Con:(11) (0)=11
Mov:7

Growths
HP:(30) (25x2)=80
Str:(15) (30)=45
Mag:(0) (5x2)=10
Skl:(10) (40)=50
Spd:(5) (40)=45
Lck:(10) (35)=45
Def:(10) (35)=45
Res:(10) (20)=30

Description:

Nathan is a young adult, in his early twenties. Standing at 6’1, he’s well-built, with the body of a soldier, someone who exercises often and well. When told to relinquish his armour, though, he declined, due to it’s origin and how much he liked it. Speaking of, what exactly is it? It’s a specialty-made suit of Neomenian armour, a set that once belonged to a nobleman. The son of one, actually. But enough talk. Above the armour, he wears a light blue cape, connected to his armour. But what above that is his head, covered with short brown hair, and fit with icy blue eyes.

Backstory:

When Nathan was born, it was to a pair of poor parents, with little wealth owned. They had barely enough for the sword that they owned, and used to eke out a little money, to take a little from others. From this, he was taught how to use a blade, and how to use a stick to poke really good. His family made a passing amount from this, enough to stay alive, but not enough to move up anywhere, always living in fear of being caught by soldiers.

That time didn’t come very quickly. At the age of 10, Nathan still had his family, and things were still going as normal. He was helping out around the abode, helping sharpen swords, patching up holes in the house, preparing food, and training to use weapons. He found himself working better with weapons than with tools, but it was at that age Nathan found another thing to do: play games. Well, he had already known how to play games, but not the kind he discovered, which were card games. And so, he did this too in his downtime, playing poker or blackjack. He learned something else that day he started, and it was that he did not take kindly to losing. He was quite a sore loser, actually, challenging friends to fights if he lost a game. Sometimes they just let him win, making him think he was better than he actually was.

At about the age of 15, he started to be able to win fights against adults consistently. Having trained with swords and spear, he was skilled at duelling both on foot, blade to blade, and jousting, on horseback. Not only could he do it, he enjoyed it, the thrill of fighting was much better than the tension of holding someone up.

Holding people up can come to a quick end though, as one mistake can give you a helping of people who think that they’re better off without you. With one of the group of robbers he was in(luckily not including his parents, they had taken some time off after making a nice score, Nathan was doing it only for fun) taking a knife to the chest, he was soon wrung of all his information, leaving Nathan and the rest out to feel what happens when you annoy someone. While one of them gave himself up, Nathan and one other parted separate ways, hoping to escape.

While he escaped fast, Nathan always tracked attention alongside him like mud stuck to his shoe. It was his gaming tendencies, and his preference for duelling, which followed him around. Eventually, he decided to give up the place he’d been for his life, Neomen, and trek into Karacem. His journey lead him to a mountain pass, one guarded by a town on the mountains.

This mountain town, to him, wasn’t very interesting. But what he did find interesting, however, was a young man who often wore a nice set of armour. He was a little younger than Nathan, but he was about the same size. Nathan, in pursuit of the armour, challenged him to a duel. The boy accepted, and it was decided that they would joust, as a duel of friendship.

Nathan didn’t have friendship on his mind, though, and right before beginning, his pole was swapped out for a sharpened lance. And as the two clashed, the boy’s pole missed, but Nathan’s lance struck true within the other’s neck, pulling him off of his horse, leaving him to a painful, yet quick death. But in pursuit of the armour like he was, Nathan didn’t even leave the boy a dignified death, dismounting his own steed and stripping him of the now bloodied armour, and finishing him off, rather than letting him exsanguinate, letting him bleed out.

After changing into the well-fitting armour, he made his way out of town, learning that the woman in charge of the town, Maia, was the mother of the boy he killed. Quickly, he fled past the mountain past, into Karacem, and away from his definite death. He wanted to return one day, but at that moment he needed to leave.

Hidden from those who wanted him dead, Nathan continued spending his time fighting and playing games, not stealing as much, if anything, with the stronger guard of the nation of Karacem. That is, until he decided to look at the mountain path again, maybe to make his way back into Neomen, where the soldiers weren’t everywhere. He was stronger now, so they might not even be that much of a problem, either. That’s how he learned about a group of sorts, one that he might be able to join, one that would let him fight and be in Neomen at the same time.

Additional Notes:

Theme Tune(IDK Give me some slack)

Neutral Evil