Siegfried Alc'Hildren, A solemn knight

You are Siegfried Alc'Hildren, a knight. Son of the maiden woman Seilnheidre. You have medium length black that goes to your shoulders. You have ivory-shaded eyes, fair-light skin, and your build is slightly bigger than average, but not too much. When relaxing you casually wear a pleasant cyan tunic with a sterling-cross necklace around your neck, fair-beige pants, and sin-high auburn boots with the cuffs adorned with a fairly light magenta color. When prepared for battle, you don a helmet (but only when the opponent's number are greatly vast), a pair of pauldrons, grieves and gauntlets, all shaded ivory, the gauntlets having a couple circlets of brass. Under your armor, is a light hauberk. You casual weapon of choice is a Zweihänder, with its hilt made of strong resilient steel, and it's pommel and crossguard made from pure ivory.

You are this knight, or at least you were knight, until the very valuable and rich kingdom of Insel Erlösung, that originally existed years ago as a kingdom upon a large isle, but now lay ash and crumbled dust.

You now live in a secluded home on the brief outskirts of Gutandor. You've decided your new purpose in this hellish life was to rid the fair people of the lands from the unending pain and despair by aiding in the prevention of such occurrences. However, even such things escape your sight as you awake to screams that would from twilight until mid-daybreak. The only means of prevention you've been successful in thus far is the prevention of orcs raiding Gutandor.

And now speaks today...

You awake to a chilling breeze against your chest. You rise up from your bed and find that there is barely a glint of the dawnlight shining against your home. You discover that your door is broken open and that you loyal Zweihänder has gone missing. You quickly rummage through your things and strap a cast-iron stiletto your belt.

You hastily grab hold of your well-locatable Conyers Falchion, which had a blue-dyed handle, and a brass pommel and crossguard, with a blade made of sturdy yet pure bronze. You briskly make your way outside.