Nickolai
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Name: Nickolai
GSID: njkt((this wasn't done for XP, just to keep his background story on file or something heh))
A child was born into a nomadic family some 18 years ago. His mother was a woman of great resolve. His Father, a true warrior and a great man of strength. Though they were both followers of Bane, deep within their eyes a faint twinkle of kindness could be seen. The child had it as well, the breath of innocence.
The child grew, years passed and as His 6th birthday neared a disaster struck. They were traveling in the Nars, He and His parents, His Father in the lead with a torch held high. It was midnight, the winters air stung His nose.
They continued to walk, their packs slung over their back. His Father stopped abruptly, hushing the family. Peering into the darkness the child saw nothing though His father had equiped his morningstar. A single arrow of fire was shot into the air, just over a hill, and as that flair fell to the earth a bolt was fired from someone He could not see.
His Father yelled for Him to run and hide, he dropped his things and tugged on his mothers sleeve, he could not see her face… she was motionless... His Father yelled again, His voice commanding, the child ran. He continued to run, though He saw nothing the battle could be heard. His father fighting as many as he could, until a great scream echoed through the pass. The child turned to see his father falling to the ground...
From that night, the child could do nothing but wander the streets… begging, doing what he could to survive. A child with such a sweet smile, though the world shunned Him. They would do nothing but run Him away. "Monster!" they chanted, when they learned of His faith.
The sweetness, the innocence that once dwelled within this child was gone. His eyes were dull, they became but grey orbs within his skull. His skin, cold and grey just like His soul. He could do nothing but live, live for Himself, live to see the day the world that abandoned Him suffor.
He continued to live, to survive, wearing the scars of life well. Youth had escaped Him, His years no more than 18, He now resembled that of a man in his 30s.
Nickolai, The Dread Knight of Bane. Perpectuator of misery, seeker of vengeance, and herald of Tyranny. The world will suffor.
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