Name: Vaaris Ramos
Age: 27
Race: Human
Height: 6'0
Weight: 165 lbs.
Role: Holy Paladin (In this case, a Paladin who is capable of using spells meant for Light based purposes)
Appearance: Thanks to utilizing a long hammer and shield, his physique is lean, but the male sports a biff figure, particularly around his chest to his shoulders on down to his biceps. His hair is mid brownish-red complexion and he has a thick set of facial hair from his jawline across his chin complete with a connecting mustache. His eyes are soft golden brown . He wears light armor reminiscent to that of a gladiator, perfect to keep him in balance with the shield and hammer he swings without weighing him down. His shoulders are coated with sturdy armor plates to help protect his otherwise unguarded and unhelmed face.
Personality: Daring and adventurous, risky and bold but some times too arrogant for his own good.
He did his best. What more could they expect? He was fit for the front lines, but was commanded to stay and protect the kingdom. Vaaris wanted nothing more than to keep Florin prosperous, but they were losing. They were losing and his pride as a knight, a Paladin, was tearing at him.
He chanted a few spells on his hammer. With it, the enemies he came across were sent flying, wounded by the powerful might. With his shield, he casted a thin but powerful layer of protection around it to keep it coated, that large round object getting him out of several situations at once. He had eventually found himself at the main hall, the center where the remaining mages and warriors of different traits began to gather. They had to keep the remains of Florin safe.
Vaaris had to do more though. He found himself looking at the large statue of Wynan. Oh, how he would give to have someone like him fight alongside him. He didn't care for personal glory, despite how arrogant he could be at times. This kingdom was his heart and if the mages present weren't going to do anything about it, he would!
He ran through some of their scrolls. Because he knew magic, he knew how to read, at least he thought he did. This scroll seemed simple enough about resurrections and so, his light brown eyes lit up to a bright blue, the magic within him resonating well as he called out the spell. Oh, how wrong he would be as when he read everything, he thought it would be Wynan he brought back. He even said his name specifically through the chant.
Age: 27
Race: Human
Height: 6'0
Weight: 165 lbs.
Role: Holy Paladin (In this case, a Paladin who is capable of using spells meant for Light based purposes)
Appearance: Thanks to utilizing a long hammer and shield, his physique is lean, but the male sports a biff figure, particularly around his chest to his shoulders on down to his biceps. His hair is mid brownish-red complexion and he has a thick set of facial hair from his jawline across his chin complete with a connecting mustache. His eyes are soft golden brown . He wears light armor reminiscent to that of a gladiator, perfect to keep him in balance with the shield and hammer he swings without weighing him down. His shoulders are coated with sturdy armor plates to help protect his otherwise unguarded and unhelmed face.
Personality: Daring and adventurous, risky and bold but some times too arrogant for his own good.
He did his best. What more could they expect? He was fit for the front lines, but was commanded to stay and protect the kingdom. Vaaris wanted nothing more than to keep Florin prosperous, but they were losing. They were losing and his pride as a knight, a Paladin, was tearing at him.
He chanted a few spells on his hammer. With it, the enemies he came across were sent flying, wounded by the powerful might. With his shield, he casted a thin but powerful layer of protection around it to keep it coated, that large round object getting him out of several situations at once. He had eventually found himself at the main hall, the center where the remaining mages and warriors of different traits began to gather. They had to keep the remains of Florin safe.
Vaaris had to do more though. He found himself looking at the large statue of Wynan. Oh, how he would give to have someone like him fight alongside him. He didn't care for personal glory, despite how arrogant he could be at times. This kingdom was his heart and if the mages present weren't going to do anything about it, he would!
He ran through some of their scrolls. Because he knew magic, he knew how to read, at least he thought he did. This scroll seemed simple enough about resurrections and so, his light brown eyes lit up to a bright blue, the magic within him resonating well as he called out the spell. Oh, how wrong he would be as when he read everything, he thought it would be Wynan he brought back. He even said his name specifically through the chant.