Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Human
Tier: D-Tier
Specialization: Strength
Age + Birthdate: 20|8/18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Friendly and kind are the first two words that describe the wander warrior Singefrid. He cares for those he comes across in need, whether he himself is earning something out of it or not. Singefrid is cocky but not to fault. He boasts his exploits and skills only when proper. He is dignified anywhere but a table with food as he likes to eat and has a bit of an empty leg. He fights with passion and conviction never wavering in his ideals. Singefrid is gentle to most women, those that don’t try to kill him, and he is unafraid to fight those who attempt to harm him. An angry Singefrid is something no one wants. While he is calm while angry Singefrid is not afraid to speak his mind, fight when something is wrong. He will not hesitate to take the fight to those who invoke his wrath. He is honorable when never scorned or tossed aside. He is vengeful when forgotten. Singefrid can be loud when excited, but he keeps a general volume otherwise. Finally Singefrid has a knack for reading other’s emotions something he picked up from his mother before her untimely death. Singefrid is a man of strength of heart, compassion, understanding and most importantly love.
Likes: Singefrid enjoys eating all cuisine. He loves tasting and trying new things and there are only a few things he doesn’t have the stomach for. Singefrid loves a good spar, the thrilling of battle mixed with the want to get stronger of training it’s a favorite way for him to blow off steam. Singefrid has a love for music whether it’s playing or listening to it, his favorite instrument to play is the flute. Singefrid can enjoy a good book as well, whether it’s history (the more preferred) or fiction. Singefrid also enjoys nature.
Dislikes: Singefrid dislikes the extremities of the weather, when it’s too hot or too cold. He is Cleithrophobia and there for has an extreme dislike for being restrained as it reminds him of being trapped. He dislikes those with dark intentions as they often prevent his ambitions. Finally Singefrid hates mustard.
Aspirations: Singefrid wants to make his own country for people a place to live in peace and away from those who wish to cause strife and darkness in the world. He also wishes to surround himself with those who are stronger and smarter than he himself in order to become stronger and smarter. He aspires to be like his father who was a man of honor and a spectacular fighter. Finally Singefrid wants to the world to know that he is sacred and even if he isn’t Magi, he is a strong and capable fighter.
Phobias/fears: Singefrid is man with deeper fears all stemming from his past, things he has seen that has left him both traumatized and more determined than ever. Singefrid has one irrational fear however, one he has yet to overcome and it is the fear of being trapped or getting stuck, rather in his case it is the fear of being restrained also known as Cleithrophobia. While slightly irrational it’s justified. Dying before his dream can be fulfilled. Dying alone, losing himself to darkness, and finally fighting those who have come to care for him as he cares for them.
Face-Claim: Colm|Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones
Hair Color: Blue
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 1.8288 meters (6’0”)
Weight: 79kg (175 lbs)
Appearance: Singefrid’s attire changes due to the occasion. When adventuring and travelling he normally dressed in cloak with a hood, a light material breathable shirt and sturdy pants and boots. All items except the cloak are very plain colors, like beige (pants), brown (boots), and a dull red-brown (shirt). Singefrid in towns and kingdoms however changes his attire to something a bit more flashy and noble, wearing white robes preferably though sometimes he ventures into the world of color.
Singefrid has an average build but don’t let it fool you, he is strong, just not Fanalis strong. His face is strong and he is normally smiling as almost nothing can get him down. On his wrists he wears two blue long armbands. Underneath these arm bands are the scars from rusted shackles when he was kept captive long ago restrained in a position that made it impossible for him to move. Singefried has long legs and his reach is about two to three feet in front of him.
Rukh Alignment: White Rukh
Special Traits: N/A
History: Born apart of a nomad troupe Singefrid was the son of gypsy (Not the terrible kind) and father who was both an acrobat and swordsman. Singefrid lived both a carefree and strict life as a child. His mother let him play and dance and take in the arts, where his father trained him in the ways of the sword and martial arts. While he lived a life of duality with his mother and father he was happy everyday and took the challenges of each task seriously. As he got older he realized the dangers of traveling with his family. However the realization came too late.
One night while traveling in between cities the troupe was attacked and Singefrid’s parents and the troupe were slaughter, all the kids of the troupe were captured and held captive. Singefrid specifically was treated worse as on numerous occasions he would fight his captors. After the third time fighting back against his captors, they would restrain him in such a way that he couldn’t move with shackles and beat him senseless repeatedly. Every day in between beatings Singefrid struggled to get out of the shackles leaving scars on the wrists and ankles from bleeding.
After a couple of months in captivity Singefrid the only remaining child of struggle from the troupe was rescued by chance by some warriors of the Kou Empire. Breaking them out of his chains Singefrid cried tears of joy and thanked them. They brought him to the empire and treated his wounds free of charge, but soon sent him to the streets. Not that it mattered to him he thrived in the streets of Kou for a time as a performer. Soon he earned enough coin to leave Kou and start his own journey.
Leaving the city he remembered the words of his mother and father. “You’re everything we could ever ask for, and you’ll make a fine man when you grow up.” Those words carried him from Empire to Empire, village to village, and city to city. Singefrid travelled the world and saw all sorts of government, corruption, generosity. Every day as well honing his skills in martial arts and swordsmanship, all of it began to take form in an ambition. He wanted to create a place a kingdom rather for those who didn’t have a home for themselves, for those who needed a safe haven for false accusations a place of peace.
Many years have passed since this journey began, and while the world barely knows his name, they’re all about to be shouting it.
Role-Play Sample: Singefrid stood looking up at the clear sky in the middle of the desert he sighed at the blistering heat through his cloak. Sweat dripping down the sides of his face. With one foot in front of the other he continued to march on through the desert by himself. “If there’s one thing I hate it’s the desert during the summer.” He huffed, right hand reaching for the jar of water at his side. As he popped the top off with his left and went to take a swig he noticed the worst thing. “Ah crap! Ran out.” He shook his head attached the top and looked left to right at his surrounding area. A smile formed on his visage as he saw an oasis to the right. “Whoo! Sweet release here I come!” He shouted and darted off to the oasis.
Last edited by Singefrid on 22/06/16, 07:01 pm; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : Editted to conform to standards.)
