Hadrian Ecclesius

[Zeromancer]

Name: Hadrian Ecclesius
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'1”
Weight: 145 lbs.
Build: Slight bulk but weaker with age

Personality: Calm, friendly, intelligent

Background: Hadrian was born on July 13th, 10379 CE in a fairly large city in West Jerah. His youth was full of life and love; both his parents raised him until he reached manhood, which seemed to be rare for most others who were unfortunate enough to lose their parents. Following tradition, his father taught him many arts, from Hunting to Swordsmanship. At age 16, he left for the main kingdom of West Jerah in search of occupation and prosperity.

He worked as an apprentice blacksmith for four years. Not only did he earn himself a good living place, but also became the renowned name of mischief around the city. Just like his peers, he thought he was invincible because he was so young. He’d often get in trouble for causing problems and having his share of brawls. He led this lifestyle up until his 20th birthday.

Come his 20th year, he confronted one of the military recruiters and joined the West Jerah army as a soldier. The country was at a time of peace so conflict was rare outside of rogue beasts and group of bandits. Most of the time, Hadrian was practicing mainly with his sword and only briefly delved into Light magic.

It wasn’t until nearly 10 years later until he was initiated as a Valor Knight for the king. He was granted a mount, an ebony wyvern that he named Cryptis, and the traditional sword of a Valor Knight forged by the best Blacksmith in the city. Just like all the other knights, he would be assigned jobs like protecting the king.

The famine struck the entire nation hard. The easy times had rolled out and everyone was suffering. This was only the first part of the torment. Next, Nerhum had attacked the island nation of West Jerah a year later and war broke out. Hadrian was involved deeply with this war, killing numerous men to protect his homeland. The war didn’t end till almost four years later. Most of Hadrian’s platoon was killed and he was in North Jerah. For what seemed like no reason at all, his mindset altered and he just began to wander, letting the day take him where it may.

He continued practicing the art of the blade, even in his older years, but he quickly took on to studying magic. He retired his blade and turned his focus on his mage skills. Most would say he has conquered feats of a true Arch-mage. An Arch-mage knight would severely pose a threat to anyones’ existence, with the help of other powerful and unique Warriors of Light. To this day, Hadrian carries his blade, proving his worth of nobility and knighthood to youngsters. The dreams of knights lie within children. The seeds of good that will grow will also help conquer the darkness. As an elderly man, he travels the realms as an mage, knight, and a storyteller.


Appearance: Within the thicket of street lamps and steeds, a figure paces down the trail of a rock-strewn road. Horses neigh and gallop pass him while children play under the star-filled night sky. A dark gray, almost ebony, cloak trails behind him as he strides away from where you stand. Attached to the back of the cloak is a matching hooding that drapes over his head, concealing his face. Grasped in his mighty hand is a gnarled wooden staff, inlaid with tempered steel and noble magicks. With each step he takes, his staff clanks against the stony ground. The sounds echo through the town as if a humble melody, enchanting a soft tune.

He stops suddenly and you see his grip loosen on his staff, his hooded cranium turning back. You are still unable to catch a glimpse of his face, which is shrouded completely. The staff is plucked from its sturdy foothold and swung around as he turns fully. Roughly bracing it back into the ground, the rock below it cracks and crumbles. Your awe-inspired gaze shifts from the shattered stone to the cloaked figures face, which is staring right at you. Long aged hair flowed from his scalp and is greeted by a thick grey beard which ends at his chest. Cloudy white eyes stare at you as a happy grin moves across his lips. His hands lift up and pull back the hood, revealing more of his strong face. A man his age would be someone you would see in a bed, being taken care of by his young son and elderly wife, but no. This man stands brawny as well as aged. Endless stories of peril, deception, havoc, and lust could be seen behind his eyes.

The seemingly blind man continues to gaze at you as his lifts his staff up and tosses it to the other hand, on his left side. He lifts his hand in front of him and snaps his fingers and a light gust of wind blows through. His figure begins to dissipate in the air and he gives a final wink at you before vanishing.

Weapons:
Buster Brave – A wide great sword only given to those of nobility.
Aegis – A white staff, some say, crafted from the Tree of Life.
Element: Light, Aether
Mount: Wyvern - "Cryptis" – black scales, protective