Rydanovich
Player: Uguu
Character Full Name: Rydanovich
Character In-Game Name: Rydanovich Adrian
Nickname(s): Rydan
Association(s): The Alliance, The Ebon Blade.
Race: Human/Undead
Class: Death Knight
Age: 42
Sex: Male
Hair: Black beard and mustache, bald head.
Eyes: Glowing, runic blue.
Weight: 223 Lbs, naked. 295 Lbs, fully armored.
Height: 6'
Usual Garments/Armor: Full body suit of dark iron plating, the helmet has a number of spikes lining up the metal. The armor is a dark brown and is dotted with carvings of people's names across the shoulders and gauntlets.
Other: Much of his body has suffered decay in death, his skin is blackened and ragged with scars and recent wounds. Part of his left eye is missing, as well as a fist sized hole in the left cheek. There are bullet and spear holes that dot his armor, exposing dead flesh as well as housing the odd bug.
Alignment:Lawful Good
Personality: Often considered a paladin among death knights, Rydanovich strives tirelessly and without mercy to uphold what he believes to be right in this dark world, going out of his way to track down and butcher rogue knights, pirates and bandits alike. Held to a code of honour and a mindset to place himself in harms way for others, Rydanovich often finds himself in conflict. From being attacked because of what he is, to charging a man headon to defend an ally, Rydanovich is without mercy on the battlefield and makes every effort to see his foe laid low in the shortest time frame.
Though he always tries to maintain a proper head at times, he is easily angered should someone press the issue of his speech. Having taken a harsh blow to the skull that took him down, Rydanovich has a great trouble speaking right.
Though the knight is rather intelligent and with an ability to process and form complex sentences, this is normally overshadowed by his lack of control over how the words ever come out. Insults and confusion from those he speaks with comes quickly as he tries to converse with people, his words becoming more and more jarbled as the sentence drags on.
History: Born on a small farm in Westfall some fourty two years ago, Rydanovich began his first years simply learning to walk and talk. By his second year, the boy had walked around much of the house and into the farms under the watchful eyes on his parents as well as the nearby farmers that tilled the land for their daily lives. The years dragged on with little happening, between helping around the house and farm, Rydanovich grew up with a mostly peaceful upbringing. Apart from the odd bandit on the road and perhaps a gnoll here and there, Rydanovich saw and heard of little violence in his youth.
Then, by age ten, the orcs came and assaulted the lands nearby, taking control of it yard by bloody yard. Upon hearing of these ruthless attacks by the green skinned savages, Rydanovich's father Nathen, made better to continue his training with a sword. The boy made a habbit of observing the father's practices and, one day, joined him from time to time. Often finding himself with a cut or the rare gash, Rydanovich became quite used to pain in his training. Finding the time in between farm work and swordsmanship, the boy often needed treated for cuts and nicks from mishandling a blade at times.
By age twelve, the farm had come under attack. A pair of gnolls had made their way onto the land and made haste to kick down the front door of the family's home. Upon storming the wooden building, they met with resistance from the boy's father. Holding them off at the top of the stairs and forcing them up one at a time, Nathen found himself with little trouble keeping them back as he trained a long spear for them should they be so daring as the climb after his family.
The gnolls were held off through the night untill a local patrol of milita charged the beasts and made short work of them. The family quickly gathered their belongings and made way for sentinal hill, remaking their home in the form of a tent within the watchful eye of the tower and it's guards. With the war against the orcs still raging violently around them, Nathen took payment as he stood alongside the other guards against the gnolls and local bandits as well as training Rydanovich to properly swing a blade.
Though times were harsh, Rydanovich continued to press on through the years. By sixteen, the boy had begun to take an interest in a girl around his age that also lived in the safety of the camp. Spending most of his off time with her, they'd both quickly become close friends. Though rough and often times quick to anger, the girl had her finer points that the boy was all to happy to use as a reason to overlook her flaws.
In an attempt to prove a worth in the camp, Rydanovich made himself clear when he signed on as a guard at sentinal hill. Showing his skill with a sword and spear in a spar with another guardsman, the nineteen year old found himself in patrols and conflicts against gnolls and man alike as he proudly did his duty for the camp and the people that worked to carve out a life in the harsh farmland.
As the war seemed to die down, the orcs having been placed into camps, Rydanovich decided it would be a time to make his feelings for the girl clear. Taking stand on a small, wooden crate, Rydanovich called a small meeting among the circle of tents his family had become part of. With a quick breath and a shaken voice, the man had informed nearly twenty people, as well as the girl, how he felt.
The woman he shouted for so proudly made her way up to him, pulled him from the box and slapped him across the face. Making her own feelings clear as well before the crowd dispersed. By age twenty two, had two of them finally set the deal to stone as they became engaged and soon after, married. A peaceful life seemed rather easy to keep as the local force kept the gnolls back and the bandits seemingly lacking the strength to take the camp and the tower.
By age twenty five, Rydanovich and his wife, Lilah, had already brought themselves a pair of daughters into the world. Now ages three and four, the children had to part with their father as he left to fight against the orcs, and soon undead, in the third war. Taking a suit of armor and a sword and shield with him, the man made his way to the front lines with whatever orders he was given to follow.
Finding his blade pitted against orcs, ghouls and other horrid things in his work as a soldier for the Alliance, Rydanovich quickly made himself clear to his fellow troops as a hard working, relentlessly devoted man to the cause. Spending the next few years in service, the man had seen little of his family as they continued life without him. His desire to see any foe of his people put to the sword kept the man pushing forward into whatever conflict his orders saw fit to put him in.
Finally, after fourty two years of facing whatever the world saw fit to throw at him. Tearing down gnolls, ghouls and man alike, seemingly unstoppable as he pushed through the world. Rydanovich was struck down, a skeletal figure smashing a mace across the side of his head and finally killing the man. His body, dragged from a blood stained battlefield, was taken to a dark fortress by the terrible force he'd been fighting so hard to put down.
The man's focus returned to him as he find himself surrounded by a small force of armored knights, standing readied for war with their blades in hand. He looked around for a moment before realizing he lacked any form of control over his actions, watching in horror as his body was forced onward and into a slaughter. He gazed helplessly as he was forced to butcher, murder and other dispatch anything the Lich King saw fit to end.
For what seemed like forever, he stared on as the people fell one by one to his blade. The screams of children and men jarred his hearing as he cut a swath through anyone that dared to stand against his deathly commander. Blood stained the field as he made his war across it, stalking anything that still survived the charge him and the other knights had commited against a farmland.
Moving towards the outer line of the battle, Rydanovich had run down a small family and swiftly and mercilessly butchered them all. As he dealt the finally blow and impaled a child against the ground, watching as the young girl split at the waist, he suddenly reared backwards. Taking control over his body as the hold over him dropped abuptly. The Lich King finally unable to force him, or the other knights, to do his bidding.
The knight swung his sword over his shoulder and set it to rest on his back, making haste to distance himself from this sight before his mind cracked under the horror that he'd done. Nearly a week had passed before he finally managed to stop himself from running, a pair of bandits on the road screaming and pulling at a woman holding cause to stop his travel. He glared hatefully as they harrassed her further, stopping only as they took notice of the knight.
Their attempts to prevent their own butchery was a failure, quickly being rended to pieces against the stone road. The knight carefully helped the shaking girl upright, a quick scream of horror made it clear that she saw little more than a deathly figure sent to do harm. He released her as he watched the woman rush from him and towards a nearby camp. He merely pressed onwards in silence, his good deed was done. A reward, kind word or even a smile was not required. He knew what he had done right, even if he was still hated or feared.
Finally, the knight marched up a hillside and through a large tunnel, finding himself in Bootybay. He looked around quietly for something to do, someone to help. His eyes drew to a small, girlish figure atop half a boat on the docks. The knight failed to smile as he made a friend in what ended up being a young boy. Turning to move onward in unlife, a friend making the trek far easier to bare.
