Name: Andreich Darkmire
Age: 27
Description: A tall, medium built man with jet black hair and steel grey eyes. His very presence commands authority.
Equipment:
A finely made double edged sword,
a shield with crest on,
white cloak and clothes,
full Armour (Plate, field plate or chainmail?),
white barded warhorse (Every knight has to have a good charger
),
lance,
dagger.
That should about do it..
History: The only son of two minor nobles, he grew up wishing for adventure, exploring at every opportunity he got. As soon as he was old enough he set out for adventure in the wide world, he travelled around taking employment as a caravan guard and such to pay his trips and this is where he learnt the basics of fighting. One day the caravan he was guarding was attacked and he was wounded and the brigands made off with the caravan goods, he was the only one alive. Lukily for him a local knight, Sir Richard, passing through found him and nursed him back to health, he taught him more advanced fighting techniques and the ways of the world. One day the chapter called Richard away on some errand, but he never returned. Andreich was devestated, he had lost his friend and teacher so as soon as he could, Andreich joined the Templar Knights where he found his faith and guidance.