Sol Althier (WIP)

[Sol Althier]

I'M GONNA MARRY THE NIGHT,


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"Life's greatest joke... Greatest Tragedy? Sir, that would have to be life its self." 

I WON'T GIVE UP ON MY LIFE,

NAME: Sol Althier
GENDER: Male
AGE: 28
AFFILIATION: Survivor

GONNA MAKE LOVE TO THE STARS,
PERSONALITY:  Whats needed? Sol's real personality is one of hopeful wishes and care free thinking, but the personality he is forced to have is one of strategy, combat, and being stoic. For if he isn't, or doesn't portray these things and is discovered to be a fraud how will that end for him? Impersonating a Knight? Blamed for the murder of a hero, conspiracy? He lives in a constant state of fear, wondering how to escape it or better it. He wishes to help his people, to be a real Knight, to serve and be happy like his dad was... To avenge his fathers death. These are all things he can never express to people simply because he is supposed to be some mysterious lone warrior endentured and in loyal service to Lanelton and her people. Even if that means serving the ones responsible for his fathers death.
LIKES: Smell of cooking fish, waves and water. Salt in the air. Laughing and sharing stories.
DISLIKES: Bloodshed for bloodsheds sake. Tyrany. 

I'M NOT GONNA CRY ANYMORE,
HISTORY: A great Hero... That's what everyone wants to be one day, but the truth is, it's impossible to survive the feat. Even if you die it is likely luck, not skill which brings such a title upon a person. That's what this tale is about, about how Sol became a 'Hero'. Sol is the first born son of Rok Althier, a slighltly high ranking knight in service to a coastal kingdom known as Lanelton. Directly opposite Garlameld on it's continent. Sol himself grew up looking up to his dad, enjoying days with his mom, and brother. Listening to his dad talk about the good king and queen, the other knights, and the day-to-day business of being a knight. Sol thought it was the greatest thing in the world and wanted to be a Knight, just like his father.

At the age of Ten he became a squire and rode to the Capital with his father every day to do his services. It was mostly cleaning up or caring for an old veteran knight named Karthose Trile. For many years he was the Knights Squire doing everything he was told diligently in hopes of being properly trained, but nothing happened. He used his free time to train with his dad and watch the gladiators fight in the coliseum. Practicing with a training spear and shield when no one was looking. But at the age of twenty six the Garlean Empire came to the border. Ser Trile and Ser Althier left for the front lines leaving the Squire Althier to his work within the castle. It would be several days however before the front line wounded and recovered dead bodies were returned.

Both his father and his Lord Knight had perished in combat against a seemingly unstoppable force. The Good King saw fit to call for a meeting with the leader of the invasion force one Lord Alabaster Stronghold. In the meeting it was decided the fate of the kingdom would be placed entirely in the hands of Laneltons greatest hero. No one had ever seen his face or knew his real name, he wore armor designed after a dragon, black with gold trimmed armor, and lightning magic to boot. He was simply known as Dragoon Knight. However everything changed the night before the battle was to take place. Sol was heading to the inn for a drink after cleaning the stables. It was already night time and the streets were pretty devoid of noise, motion, or even life. Thats when he heard it, like the clashing of swords, except it screeched and sounded like metal being crushed in some way.

Rushing to the scene he saw a hooded figure standing very close to the Dragoon Knight. The man pulled away and retreated quickly after realizing what he had done. It took Sol several moments of staring to realize the Dragoon Knight was clutching his chest. Sol rushed over to help, but the wound was far too grevious and bleeding profusely. The hooded figure had stabbed him in the chest, penetrating his armor somehow and causing a mortal wound. Sol was going to yell for help when the Dragoon Knight clasped a bloody hand over his mouth. Clipping the helmet's latch and lifting it off, blood was bubbling out of his mouth as he found it hard to swollow. Lifting the helmet up to Sol he would clutch it and cough before falling silent with a long exhale. The helmet hitting the floor and rolling a bit. Sol knew what this meant.

The Dragoon Knight would not make it to fight the Garleans... Lanelton would suffer for some percieved ruse. His fathers death would be in vain. He could not allow that to happen, he could not allow his people to suffer the loss of the Dragoon Knight. They could suffer to lose some Squire in a bar brawl. Sol would carry the Dragoon Knight to the stables and take his armor and clothes. Sol would dress him in the Squire clothes he was wearing and grab the magical Rune Rifle and fire a shot into the head of the Dragoon Knight. With no defining marks on either of their bodies this would be enough to convince the world that Sol Althier had died. The Dragoon Knight lives.

The day of the battle arrived and with a spear on his back, shield in his left hand and the Rune Rifle he killed himself with in his right hand he would walk out into the field to stand adjacent his opponent. Alabaster Stronghold himself. His clean armor shone in the morning light, the shine from the blade of the spear reflected the shine of the large fixed halberd bayonet on the end of his rifle. As the terms were spoken one more time Sol walked forward placed his spear, rifle, and shield on the ground at Stronghold's feet and took a knee, bowing his head in surrender. With this, Lanelton would be annexed and not slaughtered. Accepted into the Garlean Empire instead of bringing the wrath of it's Emperor. The following weeks he put the armor up in the room he was expected to live in from now on in place of the Knight. He could not show his face around here anymore, but he didn't want to wear the armor as he felt he disgraced it somehow.

Word reached him of Lord Alabaster setting sail for a new world, it was his chance to escape. The Garleans sure didn;t know who he was really and could even go by his real name if he wished. He volunteered immediately playing it off as wishing to serve under the man he respected as a warrior. Sol knew he was just some soldier and not the Hero he was pretending to be, even then when people came to talk to him, he stayed silent, briefly said anything, or walked away. People seemed to think that was just part of his tough demeaner. In actuality he was afraid of giving himself away if he tried to play into something he didn't know. Now however, he was supposed to follow some Garlean noble from the opposite coast and conquer some new land. At least if he died here, he would technically die in service to Lanelton, as a Knight... Just like his father.

FAMILY: Mother - Azelia Althier
Little Brother - Kai Althier

POWERS: (Unknown) Sol doesn't know that sleeping inside of him is the power of an elemental. The spirit of a Dragon lay dorment in his spirit, lightning wishes to escape. One day he will be able to channel, produce, and control the element of lightning.
WEAPONS: Spear, Shield, Halberd bayonet Rune Gun (Operates like Flintlock, except with pentagon shaped elemental runes.)

DOWN THE STREETS I LOVE,
OOC NAME: Leon
HOW DID YOU FIND US: Alabaster Stronghold
PASSWORD: Moon Cookies
CUSTOM TITLE: Dragoon Knight
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