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Alarik Borzen

"Quote" (WIP)

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a character in “The Knights of Artorias”, as played by Skulduggery

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"Call me a cheat if you must; I will not cling to honour at the risk of our survival."
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General Information

Alarik Borzen

Friends and allies may opt to call him Rik.

Male

29

Human

Knight of Artorias

Short black hair
Steel-blue eyes
Fair skin tone
6'6"
230lbs
Broad and muscular frame, if not outright Herculean.


Physical Description

[WIP]

Alarik is a hulking beast of a man with rugged features and a fierce, unyielding stare. Standing at a daunting height of 6'6", he towers over most comrades and enemies alike and possesses enough raw muscle mass to unnerve even the most battle-hardened soldier. Broad-shouldered and sinewy, the state of his body as it is right now is not merely the result of training or the intentional gaining of muscle; it is instead the culmination of all the hardships and triumphs he has experienced in his nearly 3 decades of life, and it was an exceptionally difficult life indeed.

His body is painted head-to-toe in an excess of scars; some the result of being nicked by a blade here and there, while others are indicative of too many close encounters with death. Arrow wounds, stab wounds, whip slashes. Any weapon that springs to mind, he likely bears its mark somewhere upon his flesh. The most notable wound he bears is that which has sealed his right eye shut and rendered it entirely unusable, as well as a deep slash across his nose which has forever altered his sense of smell. At this point in his life, it's safe to say that he cares little for protecting himself from damage, which is why he so rarely flinches from potential attacks, but at the same time, he also ceases to care for his self-presentation. It is not uncommon to see him smattered in dried blood, dirt, and other questionable substances. He keeps his hair well-trimmed only because, if it were left to grow out, it would hinder him in a fight. He learned that lesson the hard way, unfortunately.

[WIP paragraph - might delete] Anyone who has spent enough time around Alarik to call him an ally, or even a friend, will likely claim that his outward appearance is a stark contrast to his demeanour. In truth, he is quite an expressive individual, particularly with regards to the emotions displayed upon his face. Life has not exactly been kind to him thus far and this shows in more ways than just physical wounds. Not many people are willing to acknowledge that there is more to this man than anger and a deep-seated resentment for other humans, but it is hard to deny when the underlying sadness in his eyes betrays any smile that may attempt to lighten his features or any frown that weighs on them.

Unlike his partner, who prefers to attire herself in leather and cloth, Alarik dons a heavy set of darkened plate, crafted to resemble dragon scales as they are remembered. The armour serves to add more width to his frame and can protect him from a fair amount of blows, but leaves much of his arms uncovered for freedom of movement when wielding his greatsword. In addition to this armour, he sports a ragged black cloak which has seen its fair share of battles and countless years of travel. He wields a blade (affectionally named Zherzeh) that is almost as long as his body; its edges are blunted from years of usage, but the mere weight behind Alarik's swing is enough to cut a man down where he stands. Additionally, he has throwing blades strapped to a leather band across his chest and a hefty 12-inch dagger at his hip, if he gets into a tight spot where long-ranged combat is neither feasible nor ideal. example / example





So begins...

Alarik Borzen's Story

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