A Dragon Rider of Hoegon
Shaded and indifferent to most things. He chooses to set himself apart and be somewhat an outcast. With a softspot for women. In their company he displays boyish charm and wit. But refuses to face his past. He suffers from a dual personality and often looks at things as a madman would, but it makes him somewhat ingenious in tactics. He is skilled in the art of persuasion and manipulation and has a natural ability to thus say or do things to create feelings in other people.
Steel plate armor of an odd fashion. It is durable and less bulky than most other suits of the armour, not even covering his biceps. He wears dark leather bracers and dark leather gloves. At his legs he wears leather boots cuffed with steel, with steel plates strapped to his thighs over dark grey trousers. He wears also a mask covering the lower half of his face and a hood, both made of dark grey material. With 6 inch horns sprouting up, one broken.
He carries a sword made of steel, it's blade slightly curved, the hilt is made of steel with rough leather grippings and a steel pummel made in the shape of a cross. He carries about a common shortbow on his back, the quiver is always strapped to his dragon.
He was raised a peasent, his father was the town drunkard and beat him savagly, he never knew his mother and thinks her to be dead, or doesn't care to make an effort to look into the matter. He was an outcast as a child and such the ways of his world broke his mind in places. He was always determined though, but only ever for fufilling his own expectations. He would rise to any challenge he saw fit and began practicing at a young age as he aspired to leave when he had the chance. His father had tried to stop him when he went to leave, Cralix killed him in cold blood, then left without a word. He was a skilled soldier and was praised highly by his superiors, he saved a young officer in the heat of battle and thus was rewarded his prized possession and the sword he uses to slay his foes. He constantly masked his face but noone knew why, and hardly anyone questioned it, the odd feeling about him would grow. For something had gone wrong inside his head and he saw things as most would not. He hardly cared for the world and this fact led to his superiors using him for unspeakable tasks that most men would flinch away from. He grew in wealth taking on side tasks and serving lords as a mercenary from time to time. And his name became known in the northern regions of Hoegon. This led to his commanding officer trying to force him upon the dragons as the war grew near.