Post by Warrior on Feb 20, 2012 6:57:09 GMT
"I shall fight even if my body breaks. "
Name: "The Ultimate Shield," "The Last Defense," "The Immovable Wall." Titles to describe the man who, as far as anyone knows, his actual name is the Alias he goes by. 'Warrior.'
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Style: Original
Appearance: images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090407205803/finalfantasy/images/thumb/c/c6/Dissidia_Warrior_of_Light.png/408px-Dissidia_Warrior_of_Light.png His left arm is noticeably stronger then his right. His gloved right hand is always gripped tightly on his sword as if ready to draw. His right arm is paralyzed.
Personality:
Has an overwhelming desire to protect women and children. In fact he will never back down from a fight if it is to protect them. Generally has a hard face and harder attitude. He doesn't trust most men. Especially armed ones. In fact, he doesn't trust anyone with power, be they male or female. He never initiates a fight, he always retaliates.
Weapon(s):
An ugly battered shield that looks like a child made it. And a perfect blade crafted by a master blacksmith. The sword is strapped on his right, with his right hand constantly gripping it tightly to hide the fact that it's paralyzed.
History:
A happily married blacksmith until bandits came to town demanding he make the perfect weapon or his family would be killed. Reluctantly he did so. When he presented the weapon to the bandit leader, his family was killed by his own sword, and his blacksmithing hammer was used to smash his right hand and elbow so they could never be used again.
For months he thought of nothing but revenge while he recovered. When he was strong enough he set out to the forge to make a weapon to kill the bandits. An impossible task with one arm. He tried again and again before finally just giving in to the work of hitting hammer to metal. As he worked he thought about his family and how his weapons had killed them, and how he had failed to protect them. When he finally came back to reality to look at what he had been making he was astounded. It was a large mostly flat piece of metal that was so badly crafted it reminded him of the first thing he had ever made when he became a blacksmith. A shield. That was all he could craft with one arm, and all he wanted to craft. Something to defend life instead of taking it.
Eventually he tracked down the bandits that had murdered his family in front of him, and using just his shield and bare hands killed every one of them. He reclaimed the sword that had killed his family and strapped it to his waist. He then forced his useless hand around the hilt as if ready to draw the weapon. It seemed fitting to him that he would never be able to use that hand to draw the weapon that he had made to protect his family. The weapon that had been used to kill his family. All he had left of them were the memories, but he would never be able to touch them again. Yes, how fitting he would never be able to draw the sword again either.
Stats:
Strength: 8
Endurance: 10
Intelligence: 1
Agility: 1
Courage: 5
