Description

Personality

Personality: Remorseful when left to his own devicces, and then suddenly ambitious. He is apt to turn his past failures into motivation for turning current projects into successes, which leaves him with a near endless supply of determination. During conversation though, he can range from grim to motivated.

History

History: Born as a twin to a wanderer and a guard, Rolav started life off rough in seperation from his twin, who was sent to the warmer places. The north was cold and hard, and his years living there transferred the same qualities to him in no time.

And as such, it was his duty to dedicate himself to something more than the frozen wastelands and petty power struggles. A paladin, a warrior of the gods, Bringing justice and holy vengence to the battlefield. That would be his path, while his brother went on to join the army, without a god to uphold.

Rolav fought exceptionally for the gods, eventually finding his brother amongst his comrades. The two had not seen each other for years, and together they made a terrible foe to encounter on the battlefield, two pairs of twin longswords swiping through steel and overpowering flesh. They topple towers and led regiments to victory.
But something was wrong.

Through several battles and years of hardship, Rolav began to understand what was really happening around him. The "gods" that he had served and killed for all this time, were not really with them. For what god would want this kind of death and wanton destruction? Not one that he would be willing to serve. He continued on for a few more years, only going on for the oath he had swore. Even that crumbled under the strain of battle, and he soon gave up the military, trying to forget his past life.

Times were hard though, and he had to provide for himself. Doing the only thing he knew how, he fought. Protecting fat merchants and snobby princes, battling alongside warlords and mercenaries alike. This life felt even honorless than the one behind him.

His family was shamed, his brother had failed in battle, and he was a deserter. There would be nothing left for them in life, and Rolav accepted this fate. He gave up war with what spoils he had and left for the mountains. He expected to live out the rest of his days in self loathing and shame, but to his surprise, his brother had a glorious plan that would restore their honor.

Rolav took up his sword one last time, hoping to carve out a legacy for him and his family. They marched to the Black Citadel, hoping to destroy it when the pitch was running down the walls of the Citadel and the sky was dark with stormclouds. The creatures that defended it would stand no chance against them.

The twins stood side by side and rushed the battlements with their comrades. The two were overwhelemed in the first wave, battle ferociously to stay alive. The two pushed back to back, bathed in blood and gore, struggling to maintain footing in the rain and carnage. Arrows struck home on the brothers, and life giving blood trickled out from the two.

The Black Citadel fell, but so did the legacy of the Falender family, in a hail of arrows and a spray of blood. In a show of a faint sign of life, the brothers showed each-other one last sign of affection before perishing.

But their souls would not join their brothers in arms in the afterlife, instead being resurrected with a second-chance for glory, maybe superior than the pride gleaned in combat.