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Delian Windrider -Antisocial Swordsman Played by TSG Race: Expellian Sex: Male Age: 19 Earth equiv. Birthdate: Height: 5'8" Weight: 145 lbs. (?) Class: Fighter Occupation: None, searching for missing person named "Leisha" Elements: Void / Wind / Thunder Weapon: Longsword
Good at: Swordsmanship
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Sketches: 1
Delian originates from the village of Mars, on the Cross continent. From an early age, Delian never showed much interest or affinity for Heraldry, preferring instead the finesse of swords. From an early age, he could be seen in one of the nearby fields, practicing swings, developing a style of his 'own,' as he called it. |
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This led, eventually, to his not being popular with the other
children, this problem only getting compounded by his slightly unusual
appearance. Every day, at a regular time, Delian would be running home, usually in tears from the insults and stones thrown by the other village children, his makeshift swords often lying broken into pieces on the ground.
When Delian was 15, his parents were killed by a number of monsters that had sprouted due to the Sorcery Globe's influence, the Mars elders thought it best to ship Delian off to Cross, as a way to get rid of him more than anything else. There, the teasing began anew - but this time, Delian had no one else to turn to. So, he turned in on himself, attempted to shut away most emotions and concentrate on his sword practice. That he did admirably - the teasing stopped as Delian started beating his opponents one by one. Having watched the burlier fighters, Delian realised he'd never beat them in tests of strength, so he tried a different approach - speed. Tailoring his sword style to this form of fighting - and adding flourishes that he couldn't resist - Delian proved his worth, but for all the respect he then had he never let himself return from his shell.
About four years have passed, and now Delian has traveled to Lacour to enter the annual Tournament of Arms. He claims to be searching for a certain mage, leaving the details of his journey quite unclear. But despite his objective, he also can't resist the allure of testing his skill.
Delian commonly wears a white sleeveless tunic over a pair of black pants, with a couple of scraps of plate mail on his shoulders as guards. He wears a gauntlet on his left wrist, his offhand, while the only other concession of defence he wears is a pair of steel boots. His skin is a little paler than most, and his long, unruly near-white hair is held back from his face by a black bandana. The most shocking this is his eyes - the pupils are a slightly dull grey, but still occasionally hold a twinkle in them. His common smile is a sarcastic one, that he likes to use to irritate people he doesn't like. Across his back is his longsword, sheathed at his right shoulder.
Distant to those he doesn't trust, and often indifferent to those he
does, Delian is nevertheless capable of flying into a blind rage if
something he cares about is in trouble. Luckily for the world at
large, Delian doesn't often do friendship. It takes a lot to get a
hold of what he's thinking, and even more for him to accept you as a
friend, however grudgingly. Once he regards you as such, however,
he'll fight to the death for you - friends are too scarce and too
important to him for one to be lost. He'll tend to trust mages least
of all, reasoning it's far more honourable to meet steel than wits.
Although cynical at all times, something seems to drive him to always
try to do good, much to his chagrin. He's got a good soul - he just
needs to drag it to the surface again.
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