Okay for the RPG I'll start off with my first character: Gwandon Demuro Race: Human Age: 29 Nationality: Acronian Weapon of choice: Sword (hand and a half) Description: Gwandon is a tallish young warrior, dark blonde hair flowing upon his temples and deep blue eyes full of wisdom. His face is fair and his skin is pale. Usually he wears a suit of white shining armour forged long ago in Acronia, said to be stronger than a mountains hide, although when out of battle he wears only light chainmaille. Always from his back streams a long cloak, white as snow, as is his surcoat. Together they bear only one symbol, that of the kingdom of Acronia, an outreaching hand, bleeding in the palm. Bio: Gwandon is the first son of the king of Acronia, the favourite and the heir to the throne. His younger brother Shann is of similar description only appearing less noble. Untill the age of 15 he was a happy prince, sparring in the castle learning of the lands, prepairing for his monarchy. That summer, with his fathers permission he travelled every corner of the kingdom, he felt it was his nature to travel the land and so he did. However wherever he went he saw the same story, poverty, oppression and pain. All was casue by the side of his fathers rule he never saw, the dictator. Gwandon vowed to end this, he decided that when his rule were to come he would help the people, use their tax money for them and not the nobles. But his bodyguard overheard and brought word of this to his father. The king was furious that the heir to the throne would give away the knigdom so easily, and outraged at this insult he had Gwandon banished. He gave him armour a sword a shield and a horse, and sent him away never to return to his home. After that the young boy left to travel every corner of Elysium, and over 14 years he has seen much. Despite his aura of majesty he is kind hearted and generous. Always upholding the codes of valour and chivalry. Skills: In his many travels, Gwandon has mastered his horse. An able rider upon mountains, deserts, woods and plains. Yet without his horse his formidable on foot. Spending most of his travels in his thick armour, it has become like a second skin to him, as well as the chainmaille. He can run as fast as any, yet with all his armour strapped on and sword in hand. He wears his chainmaille as if it were silk. He has also mastered his sword and a riding lance, but is only moderately accurate with a bow. He feels most at home in the outside world, travelling, which has made him profficient at survival and tracking. He has also developed hundreds of friends in the many cities, towns and villages he has passed through, and also enemies.