Name: Cyrus

Class: Knight

Stats:

HP: 26 +(0) = 26

Str: 8 +(0) = 8

Mag: 0 + (0) = 0

Skl: 5 +(3) = 8

Spd: 2 +(5) = 7

Lck: 3 +(0) = 3

Def: 8 +(2) = 10

Res: 1 +(0) = 1

Con: 11 +(0) = 11

Mov: 4

HP Growth: 50 +(25*2) = 100

Str Growth: 20 +(45) = 65

Mag Growth: 0 + (5) = 5

Skl Growth: 5 +(35) = 40

Spd Growth: 0 +(35) = 35

Lck Growth: 10 +(35) = 45

Def Growth: 20 +(40) = 60

Res Growth: 5 +(10) = 15

Skills: Fortune (1), Adrenaline (1), Bargain (1)

Description: A pale 22 year old man with jet black hair that is cut to a fringe. His eyes hold different colours, his left eye is black but his right holds the colour akin to jade. He is 6’ 6” and on him he wears a heavy set of black armour. Many cuts and scratches can be seen on the armour, as if there was no effort made to dodge the blows the man has faced. He is lost, both in status and of mind. He seeks information of where he comes from and is easily fooled by those who wish to use him in return for “help”; because of this he has done jobs for people on the darker side of society and when he realizes his mistakes, will be wrought with emotion for months until he can make right. Background: Cyrus found himself awoke in the ports of Estacea, lost in the hustle and bustle of the people that were looking to make a profit; he himself was lost as to who he was and where he came from. All he had was his heavy suit of armour on him, a lance, a chipped piece of wood hanging around his neck as a necklace and his name. He walked around hoping to find someone who recognized him but to no avail. As he was lost in thought, he wandered into a group of roughish looking men who took offense to his behaviour and attacked. Cyrus’s body moved out of instincts and defeated the group with ease. He decided that he needed to wander the lands to seek who he was. Fast forward to today, Cyrus is stuck in Meath with no coin to his name when he sees the call to arms for Prince Louis’s army and feel it an opportunity to finance his next trip.