Description

Personality

Vorus was once a young man who believed so strongly in the code of Knighthood that he would not hesitate to deliver the justice of cold steel to king and commoner alike. That was tempered over the campaigns of life into a more understanding ( although some would say more severe) point of view. Rarely where the duties of chivalry so straight forward. His sword bathed in blood ended countless lives. Battles fought because of a stupid fat old man's whims, obeyed because that stupid old man wore a golden trinket on his head. And it colored him to this day. Now a loyal servant to the king of his land Vorus has grown cold and withdrawn seeing nothing but battle upon battle till age finally slows his limbs and some younger knight is cursed to bear the burden Vorus has borne for so long.

Equipment

Long Sword: Considered the emblem of Knights it's blade bears the scars of it's long life. But from the pommel stone to the tip the obvious craftsmanship shine's through. And what's more the mind numbing time spent it's wielder has spent maintaining it is there for any true swordsman to see. Also considered a warrior's soul this blade has never left the reach of it's wielder, as evident of it's worn hilt wrapping (often replaced).

Kite Shield: Standard Kite shield it is nonetheless well made and bears the royal crest although the design is somewhat scarred by the blows it has blocked.

Lance: A standard lance it is used in cavalry charges,favored for it's ability to spit foees.

Misery Cord: A long thing bladed dagger with a rigid and reinforced blade it is mainly used to finish off the mortally wounded. Although it's unparalleled ability to piece sees it often used against foes wearing heavy armor.

History

Vorus Helmich was born to a high ranking Noble family of Tonstria. And being the third living son he was groomed from near birth to the path of knighthood. A common practice as it spared the family from having to find lands and money for a third son. Sent off to be mentored by a Royal Knight by the name Raphael Sosesan where his training began in earnest. Gone where the soft lessons of pagehood and it's gentle task mistresses and masters.

Instead the swift temper of Raphael and the unforgiving blunt side of a bared sword taught him the martial values of the code. Learning Horsemanship atop a foul tempered Stallion who it seem took great pleasure from repeatedly throwing him off into the nearest muckpile or mudhole.The merciless fencing lessons with the other squires where he earned the first of the little respect Raphael who show him. All this and more toughened him up while the bards tales fired his imagination alive enough so that the harsh lessons where bearable.

Eventually even Raphael ran out of things to teach him and at the age of 16 the ceremony was undertaken. The night of Purification, the Midnight Vigil upon the altar, then the knighting itself. Then the presentation of Armor,Horse,and Blade. Despite the burden of Both Armor and Blade coupled with the sleepless night He like every other young knight before him ran to his horse and leap onto it's back in a single bound.Snapping the reins of his horse he rode off to his fate.


First a Knights Pilgrim to prove his faith and humility. The Pilgrim where good deeds where done and his name spread to the common folk. Then came the tourneys to prove his skill and his name spread to his fellow knights. Then the battle to prove his honor and duty, the baptism by fire and blood where a true knight was born. At the age of 21 he was a knight not only in name and deed but heart as well.

But chivalry is not all good deeds and glorious battles. It was duty to a king not worth the crap he left in the privy. And a lifetime of this saw the once vibrant knight turn in a cold veteran of today. No longer did the foolish tales of bards and his own even more foolish heart beguile him. And yet despite believing this Vorus is still a knight of his king. More out of a sense of fatalism then anything else.All kings where fools and a life as a freelance held no appeal, for even then he would still be under the Fool Kings. But even now as he rides to yet another pointless battle fought for the greed of stupid men wearing crowns the light of his youth still burns in his eyes. Vorus knows that some justice is still left in the land, and it comes in the form of cold steel.