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Sir Maliketh, Knight of the Lady
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Pale skin, mismatched eyes, and a diagonal teal scar across his face. His left eye is a cloudy, white abyss, with scars running through and near it - his right: a boring dark brown. A growing number of other scars and marks run over his body, too. Likely in his mid-twenties, the Human stands tall and has a lean frame, his hair jet black and cut short. A near-solemn expression is most always on his face, and he speaks in an almost hushed tone - soft, but with an underlying gravel to it.
Sometimes - in battle or even just while sitting in thought - a mistly aura will grace him, giving his skin and armor a sparkling appearance.
Currently a Sergeant in the Spire Militia.
"I fight with honor, though honor is dead.
I hunt the wicked, for their evil is my burden.
I do not yield, though death sings ever near.
I fight not for coin nor pride.
I grant mercy to the worthy, and judgment to the cruel.
I walk through shadow, I do not kneel to it."
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He's found his quest. He'll gain glory and be honorable, all in the name of the Lady of the Lake.
"Kneel, Maliketh."
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