Martel, Sain

[Sain Martel]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px, bTable][atrb=style, word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px; line-height: 10px; text-transform:lowercase;] b a s i c s . name. Sain Martel age. twenty one height. 5’11 weight. 190 occupation. former knight; now mercenary

[/size][/td]
[td][STYLE= width:95px; height:95px; border:2px solid #aaaaaa; background:url(http://img705.imageshack.us/img705/1492/jonsnowjonsnow306199241.jpg); float:right; margin-left: 0px;] [/style]
[/td][/tr][/table]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px, bTable][atrb=style, word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;border-top: 1px solid #aaaaaa; padding: 3px; line-height: 10px; text-transform:lowercase;] p e r s o n a l i t y . likes. ⚜ winter and falling snow ⚜ solitude ⚜ the night sky ⚜ night time ⚜ deep conversations dislikes. ⚜ large social gatherings ⚜ arrogant people ⚜ snobby people ⚜ battles ⚜ senseless killing strengths. ⚜ strong minded ⚜ quick thinking ⚜ good fighting skills ⚜ skilled in multiple weapons ⚜ strong willed weaknesses. ⚜ compassion for others ⚜ pride ⚜ large crowds ⚜ nobles ⚜ temper fears. ⚜ his nightmares ⚜ his past ⚜ killing innocents goals. ⚜ to make peace with his past ⚜ find a place to call home and live peacefully From an early age he was quite and respectful, with a strong will. He held deep moral values, learning from every life experience he could. Sain was raised as a noble, but never liked how many nobles acted. He disliked being a noble out of fear of being labeled a spoiled brat, although he still was dutiful as he started to come of age. As a teen he excelled in combat training, hand to hand and many different weapons. He was quick of wit, studying alongside scholars and tacticians. His intelligence level shined brighter than others. With a strong sense of duty, he still held his personal morals above all else. Winning the peoples hearts everywhere he went, although after the fall of the Marque of his kingdom he changed. Receding into his self after seeing the many atrocities of the rebellion, he became a tortured soul of sorts. A silent wondering mercenary. h i s t o r y . Doras Martel/father/45 decseaed Mary Martel/mother/42 deceased Cleagor Martel/brother/ 25 missing Ariella Martell/sister/17 deceased House Martel being one of the more influential noble houses in the free cities of Laus. Sain grew up in the noble hierarchy of the aristocracy of the free cities. His family was loving and had good morals; they were not your average noble family looking down on the lower classes. They were generous to the people of the free cities, not only of their home city but to the others as well. Being a son of a high ranking noble, and nephew to successful generals, he had access to every resource he could ever need, and he took advantage of it. Learning as much as he could about all aspects of life, war tactics, various weapons, geography, politics, and many other things. In his teenage years he attended a military academy, being from Ostia a military power house. It was expected he would follow the road to knighthood. Excelling in his courses and training, Sain graduated top of his class, moving on to the next phase of his life. Serving in the army, starting off in a high-ranking position. He served his mandatory two years in the Marques army, or the people’s army as many called it. He served in two border disputes, and aiding a fellow city, Castellen, when a civil war broke out. Returning home a Knight of Ostia, he was placed at the head of his father’s personal army. Although he missed the travels and the friends he had made, he enjoyed being with his family. This life of tranquility only lasted a year, on one full moon night. Another house made a move for power, with aide from a rival Marque. The house of Blackwell attacked the house of Martel, as well as the Marques estate. His family slaughtered except his brother, who remains missing. He was left with no choice but to escape into the surrounding villages, he eventually met up with people of the other attacked houses and those still loyal to the now captive Marque. The next couple of months were full of defeats and atrocities, suffered at the hands of the Marque. Villages attacked and burned to the ground, just for the thought of even housing a rebel. Anyone could be murdered just for speaking ill of the new Marque, or his court. One night when Sain and others knights planned to assassinate the Marque, soldiers of the Marque attacked the remaining noble houses, killing their families off as well as attacking rich merchants and people suspected of treason. It was a night of terrors, flames of hate, and broken wills. The assassination attempt was never carried out. After this final defeat, Sain left early the next morning. Leaving the land a defeated man, he sank into depression. He simply wanted to find a new land, where no one knew him. Where he could live a peaceful life, and forget his now dark past.

[/blockquote]

e x t r a s .

weapons. Sain uses a double edge sword and a lance both on and off a horse. He also has long knife and composite bow.

He is skilled with many weapons, from swords to knives, lances, spears, halberds, bows and even staffs. Although his focus is with swords and polearms, those being the standard weapons of the Ostia army, he is decent with a bow and able to use it with exceptional knowledge and skill, being able to hit moving targets 7 out of 10 times.

Exiting the safety of the pub, they had been there for a week. Keeping a close eye on the festival grounds, to find the best position to attack from. Gathering information on how they could get close to the current Marques table.

Sain and six other knights from there respective houses, made there way down the back alleys. They were like shadows in the night, unseen by any. They were making good speed, getting ever closer to the festival ground. Till they came across a street with an ominous glow.

Sain stopped the others with a hand, the other knights found a place to hide. Sain peeked around the corner, only to see a estate burning wildly. The guards and servants, lined the road. A soldier of the Marque, from the looks it seemed like a captain.

Then the unthinkable happened, walking out to the side. As a group of archers walked single file in front of the captives, turning they pulled arrows from quivers. Sain’s eyes grew large as he realized what was fixing to unfold.

A scream pierced the nights air, but it wasn’t from the captives. It was from else where near by, looking down the other side of the street. Two soldiers were spotted chasing a woman in a white dress, looking back to the group of captives. Just in time to see the arrows fly into the bodies of the innocent, Sain turned the corner, his hand pulling at the hilt of his sword.

A arm shot around his waist haulting him from his charge, the sounds of pain drowning out his yell of fury. Pulling him back around the corner was Sir Eliwood, a large man of 30. Pushing him against the wall of a shop back in the alleyway, struggling to keep Sain in place. " If you die here, our dream die's here as well." Sir Eliwoods eyes peered deep into his, a scowl across his brow. A simple nod was his only reply, he knew Eliwoods words to be true. Relaxing him self, Eliwood released him cautiously.

" We waist time here, we must move." Sain replied finally, before looking around the corner. Seeing the group move on, he couldn’t help but feel a little remorse by letting them get away. With a deep breath and a heavy heart, he moved on to the next alley. The capes of the seven knights flapped lightly behind them in the night’s breeze.

That was only the start of the night, the knights made it to the festival. Only to catch a chilling speech by the Marque, the horrors that followed. To this day, Sain still has nightmares of that night. The images burnt into his mind, like a brand on a cattle never to go away. Three of the seven knights escaped that night of terror, Sain being one of them. He made a decsion that night, he had enough of the horrors. The images of those many battles, and atrocities only haunted him. It was time for peace. He needed to leave. His mind was clouded, tormented. He was tired, it was time to go.

[/blockquote]
[/td][/tr][/style]
[/td][/tr][/table]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 200px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: center;padding: 3px; line-height: 10px; text-transform:lowercase;] i, vega, agree to sign my soul over follow the rules and have my soul thrown into the hungry lion pit if i'm ever found breaking them. i have ## other characters. they are character names here.

template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland[/center]

[Fane Valeri Aleksandar]

Accepted