Samuel Falcore [WIP]

[Samuel]

Samuel Falcore

"When will they carry me to my grave, so I can pay for the things my hands have done?"

Age
38

Race
Human

Class
Necromancer

Rune
Death Rune

Height
6'8"

Weight
220 lbs,

Hair
White Blonde

Eye color
Blue

Build
A once built body now frail, weakening from age and wounds he has received in previous battles. His friends have kept him alive, and have kept him strong for the most part, but after about a battle he is always completely drained and needs to rest. His body is just too broken, and has been in dire need of healing for quite some time.

Apparel
He used to wear heavy armor, now he isn't wearing as much heavy stuff. He ditched a helmet, and is wearing a bit more leather in some areas where he once wore Plate armor, and where he once wielded a large two handed sword with one hand, using a shield, he now uses both hands with his sword.

Personality
One decent paragraph of explanation.

Habits
Staring off into the distance when he is in thought, he drinks, he tends to refer to the undead as if they were still living.

Hobbies
Plotting, telling stories, strategizing, learning from the dead.

Weapon
His long sword, a two handed weapon for him, hand in a half for most other people.

Magic or Abilities

Necromancy - Samuel is able to reanimate dead corpses. They retain their personalities and lifestyles from their lifetime, the only difference is that when Samuel commands them to do something they listen. This is often not necessary since he has given these undead beings second life, and more often then none the people are appreciative. They still are able to say if they disagree with his orders, but follow them with a military like following.

Necromancers Gift - while he does not have this, those who are brought to life by Samuel are given undead kinship and undead strength.

Necromancers Aid - Those undead that Samuel has called forth can be beckoned by him over great distances and they will know that he needs their aid.

Fighting Style
Samuel is a kill now, feel guilty never kind of guy. He is cut throat, and he needs to end fights quickly. He will go for the kill, or he will get someone else to kill you who can. Along with his team he is able to accomplish many things.

Strengths
His magic, and he is very tough. Even in the condition he is in, he can take injuries most can't. He has a habit of cheating death, and has done so on more then just your average occasion. Also, with his magic he is able to control those he has given re-life, and when he beckons them, no matter where they are, they know he needs him, and they know to make their way to him.

Weaknesses
Having received several wounds and having grown weak Samuel's body is in fact frail. When he reaches his breaking point his armor will cause him to lack the capability to move on his own let alone lift a sword. Also, naturally he will wear himself out in battle pretty easily. Even if he does not receive an injury he can't fight very long without his body quitting on him.

[Samuel]

Duncan Conner

In Life

In Death
"I'll have ale. Wait, I can't drink ale? Samuel you bastard!"

Age
32 (When he died)

Sex
Male

Race
Human (Undead)

Class
Knight

Height
6'2"

Weight
50 lbs.

Hair
White

Eye color
n/a

Build
Skeletal

Apparel
Heavy Armor

Personality
Born for battle, old and wise yet somewhat lively when put in combat situations. He is a good tactician on the battlefield, and is capable of being a great leader. He can be funny, and even sometimes insightful when the moment is right. Overall a good person to be around.

Habits
Wiping himself clean, cleaning his Axe, accidentally eating or drinking from habit.

Hobbies
Fighting, Games, Blacksmithing.

Weapon
A one sided Axe, used with one hand.

Magic or Abilities

Undead Strength - Stronger then their build suggests, the undead can take wounds that would be fatal to the living. Although the disconnecting of an undead can lay it to rest permanently.

Undead Kinship - Other undead do not attack or attempt to feast on each other.

Necromancers Aid - As one of the undead that has been brought to life by a Necromancer, the user is compelled to listen to the will of his life giver.

Fighting Style
Soldier's tactics. Basic hand to hand combat, and training with many different weapons that a soldier may come across on the battlefield.

Strengths
Is tough and strong, is fearless and does not tire. This makes him an excellent soldier.

Weaknesses
Being undead, Conner isn't exactly the fastest of things. Also, he isn't very flexible in his state. All in all he can be an easy fight for one on one battle. It's the strength in numbers that makes him safe.

Fredrick Clay

In Life

In Death
"In death I have become even stronger."

Age
27 (When he died)

Sex
Male

Race
Human (Undead)

Class
Knight

Height
6'5"

Weight
165 lbs.

Hair
Blonde

Eye color
Blue

Build
Has most of his body. He just has missing decaying parts, since he had lived a lot longer then the rest.

Apparel
Full armor, a hood always covering his face. His face and hair are the same as when he was mortal, and he sees this as a sign of weakness for some reason, so he hides his face with a dark hood.

Personality
A soldier who is strong, very strong, and very aware of the fact. He has a short temper that is easily set off, though he isn't a loud mouth. He is the strong silent type, the really really strong, really really silent type. Especially now that he is dead, it's like he never has anything interesting to say. So when he talks, it's important.

Habits
He has a habit of carrying around his claymore on his shoulder right by his neck, but that's about it.

Hobbies
Smoking, creeping in the darkness, terrifying people.

Weapon
A Large claymore that he wields with one hand.

Magic or Abilities

Undead Strength - Stronger then their build suggests, the undead can take wounds that would be fatal to the living. Although the disconnecting of an undead can lay it to rest permanently.

Undead Kinship - Other undead do not attack or attempt to feast on each other.

Necromancers Aid - As one of the undead that has been brought to life by a Necromancer, the user is compelled to listen to the will of his life giver.

Fighting Style
Soldier's tactics. Basic hand to hand combat, and training with many different weapons that a soldier may come across on the battlefield.

Strengths
Tough as nails, strong as hell. It's almost scary how strong he can be, and now that he is undead his strength is only better for it.

Weaknesses
Fredrick isn't always the smartest, and he often bites off more then he can chew. He is also rather slow.

Lance Arathorn

In Life

In Death
"Looks can kill, I looked in the mirror and look what happened to me!"

Age
14 (age she died)

Sex
Female

Race
Human (Undead)

Class
Ranger

Height
5'6"

Weight
35 lbs.

Hair
none.

Eye color
n/a

Build
Skeletal

Apparel
A large coat, and a hat. She doesn't wear armor, didn't wear much armor in life, and in death has decided it allowed her to move a little quicker if she didn't wear armor.

Personality
Often bubbly, though rather depressed about being dead. Lance is the type of person that was good looking in life, and never shuts up about it. She constantly lies, even if the lies make her look bad.

Habits
Lying, commenting on how good looking she used to be, often messes around with an arrow in boredom.

Hobbies
Making arrows, stringing her bow.

Weapon
Bow and Arrow

Magic or Abilities

Undead Strength - Stronger then their build suggests, the undead can take wounds that would be fatal to the living. Although the disconnecting of an undead can lay it to rest permanently.

Undead Kinship - Other undead do not attack or attempt to feast on each other.

Necromancers Aid - As one of the undead that has been brought to life by a Necromancer, the user is compelled to listen to the will of his life giver.

Fighting Style
Archery, nothing else. In hand to hand combat Lance is weak.

Strengths
Lance has deadly good aim, and is rather quick amongst the other undead. Lance is also bright, and usually able to determine an opponents strength rather quickly, getting a feel for the fight.

Weaknesses
Still pretty slow considering she's undead, and with a lack of fighting capabilities, there isn't much going on for this bag of bones. She is easily the weakest of the group.

Gregory Borrowman

In Life

In Death
"By the time you realize I'm here, you'll have at least three stab wounds."

Age
24 (When he died)

Sex
Male

Race
Human (Undead)

Class
Rogue

Height
5'10"

Weight
160 lbs.

Hair
Brown

Eye color
Black

Build
Still has quite a bit of body left, otherwise average build, though a little on the lean side.

Apparel
Usually dark rags, and a hood. Uses his undead face to freak out victims where he used to cover it to mask his identity.

Personality
Mysterious, greedy, and slightly cold, even for a dead guy. He isn't above doing some very immoral things for kicks or money. He's the type of guy who will kill your family if someone pays him, and he'll come back and kill your dog just to make your week that much worse.

Habits
Twiddling around his daggers, he will habitually stalk his own team mates.

Hobbies
Skinning, leather working, and he is a very good cook.

Weapon
Two daggers

Magic or Abilities

Undead Strength - Stronger then their build suggests, the undead can take wounds that would be fatal to the living. Although the disconnecting of an undead can lay it to rest permanently.

Undead Kinship - Other undead do not attack or attempt to feast on each other.

Necromancers Aid - As one of the undead that has been brought to life by a Necromancer, the user is compelled to listen to the will of his life giver.

Fighting Style
Stealth, assassin style. Sneaking up behind someone and stabbing them in the back or side, or slitting their throat. Basically going for the kill when a person isn't looking. He has some combat training, but not enough to go to a full battle with.

Strengths
Stealth, not having to breathe has it's bonus's for being sneaky, nuff' said. Obviously strong, skilled with a dagger.

Weaknesses
Not all that fast still, so if you see him coming you don't have much a problem. Also, he's not the brightest crayon in the box, and his greediness can become a downfall in battle, he would rather go for the treasure then the kill if he sees something shiny that he wants to steal from his opponent.

Grayson

In Life

In Death
"In death I have found the meaning of true life."

Age
52 (When he died.)

Sex
Male

Race
Human

Class
Wizard (no magic)

Height
6'0"

Weight
200 lbs.

Hair
grey

Eye color
red

Build
Has all of his body still, is just dead.

Apparel
Robes, and pants. Other then that just sandals. He doesn't wear all that much.

Personality
He is somewhat insane. He was getting senile in his old age, and in the end was killed by the boy he had taught wisdom too, which caused him to be warped. He is probably the only one of the group that went under an extreme personality change from dying.

Habits
Speaking in riddles unintentionally, laughing maniacally about nothing, biting on stuff.

Hobbies
Attempting to find out the future, learning about new things, seeing the insides of living things.

Weapon
Just his staff.

Magic or Abilities

Undead Strength - Stronger then their build suggests, the undead can take wounds that would be fatal to the living. Although the disconnecting of an undead can lay it to rest permanently.

Undead Kinship - Other undead do not attack or attempt to feast on each other.

Necromancers Aid - As one of the undead that has been brought to life by a Necromancer, the user is compelled to listen to the will of his life giver.

Fighting Style
He fights with his staff, and with his bare fists. He used to be a magician, but in his death he's found himself unafraid of physical combat with someone, even though he no longer has the range of spells that he had in life.

Strengths
His undead strength of course, along with his skills and his wisdom. Though he is a bit insane, he still has the potential to out think an opponent with ease.

Weaknesses
His movements are a bit slowed, and he isn't the most skilled fighter in hand to hand combat, unlike the soldiers in the group that actually are skilled in the area.

[Samuel]

Meeting Elizabeth

From ever since he could remember, Samuel Falcore wanted to be a knight. His father had been a knight, but was unfit for battle after receiving too many injuries. They said it had to do with him unable to wield a shield or any weapon in his left arm without feeling great pains in his shoulder and back. So he was given an honorable leave from his duties, and his sons were allowed to become knights when they came of age. Samuel, the oldest, did exactly that.

When he was thirteen years old he managed to become a squire to a Knight named Duncan Conner. A man who had two first names. Sam once asked Sir Conner why he had two names, and the man replied that one was not his name, but the name of his fallen brother Duncan. He said that his true last name was too honorable to carry around, that only his brother should be called with such a name. Dean never did learn the true last name of this man, but instead decided to try and guess it, making a game out of it.

"It isn't Falcore, is it Sir Conner?" Samuel had asked when he was fifteen years old.

"I'm afraid not Samuel, that name is an honorable one indeed, and I would not disgrace either of the two names by comparing them. But it was not my brother who brought honor to the name Falcore, but your father. And you should you stop with these guessing games and focus on your training," Duncan said, laughing a little at the boys constant attempts to guess the name.

"Well, one of these days you will tell me that name," Sam said, picking his short sword back up and returning to his training, "If you do not, I'll have to fight you for the information."

Duncan picked his axe up and pointed it towards Sam, "If you would like to battle me now I would be more then willing. But if I win you have to get back to training!"

"And if I win, you have to tell me your birth name, and admit that you are an old fart." Dean said getting ready to fight.

"Watch it boy, I'm only twenty six years of age," The man said. They fought that day, and after being disarmed and wrestled into an arm bar, Samuel gave in and went back to training with a sore shoulder. He never learned the name of that man, but he never stopped trying. After all, if he found out, how else was Duncan supposed to give Sam such a hard time?

Training went by rather quickly that day, and Samuel was told to put the training equipment up. The hardest was the large heavy wooden dummy used to practice his sword swings on for precision strikes. He often had to drag it, since he was not strong enough to simply carry it and lift it. On this particular day, dragging a wooden dummy, he would trip, and that trip would set his life in motion.

"Why are these things so heavy?" Sam said as he struggled to get up, he had been rushing and got his foot stuck on a branch, the thing was now on top of him, and he was trying to push it off. He heard a giggle and looked up to see a very pretty girl, she was dressed in white, and the sun was behind her, making her beauty even more radiant.

"Did you need help, sir knight?" The girl said jokingly. She smiled and walked over next to him, "It appears your opponent has bested you. I never knew they got these things to hit back."

"Oh, no it's not that," He said, "I just tripped is all and-"

"Relax, I don't really think that these things fight back, I'm not an idiot," She said. And she moved the object off of him, her strength was alarming to Sam, especially when she raised him up to his feet.

"Who are can I call you?" He said, stumbling his speech and saying something that didn't make sense, she began laughing at him and he attempted to correct himself, "I mean to say, what is your name?"

She stopped laughing finally and said, "You may call me Elizabeth."

"Elizabeth..." He said to himself once, it was a pretty name for such a pretty girl. And she smiled just looking at him, an uncomfortable silence took place and she raised her eye brows expecting him to reply, he didn't catch on, "Is there something wrong Elizabeth?"

"Well for one when you introduce yourself one assumes you will be given a name in return."

"Oh, sorry of course, I'm Sam." Samuel said. A voice in the distance called out the name Elizabeth, and she turned her head and started to walk away.

"I better go, it was a pleasure saving you sir Sam!" She said and ran off. Samuel had fallen for the girl not knowing anything about her. Call it puppy love or love at first sight, but Samuel loved this girl ever since.

Fighting Fredrick

During his training Samuel had many opponents, but none of them were near as hard as Fredrick. Fredrick may not have been smart, but he was strong fast and deadly. Not to mention he was quick to anger. For some reason he had always attacked Samuel more and more. They met when Sam was sixteen years old, and ever since then have been rivals. Everything Sam did, Fredrick had to do better. Sam couldn't figure out why this was, but one day he did.

"All right," Duncan said, getting a group of boys around in a circle for basic combat training, "Let's see how things have progressed, two fighters to demonstrate how they've improved, let's go with.... Samuel Falcore and Fredrick Clay."

The two stepped up and fought, and in their fight he saw a rage in Fredrick that suggested that he had done something to upset him. But the truth was Sam couldn't remember causing any harm to this boy or doing something that would warrant such savage attacks. Finally Samuel used the mans rage against him, he was throwing his body parts all around madly, all Samuel had to do was dodge the attacks or maneuver the boy so that he would fall over a lot. Before long he tired himself out, and Samuel was able to best him by wrestling him down.

"What is your problem with me?" Samuel demanded.

"Samuel the match is over, let Fredrick go."

"I said what is your problem with me Fredrick, tell me or I shall break your arm!" He said, the boy was on his stomach, his right arm was full extended upward and twisted, Samuel had his knee planted into the middle of the boys back, one hand on the boys elbow, the other on his wrist.

"Elizabeth," Fredrick said.

"Elizabeth? Why, do you have jealousy towards us?"

"NO!" Fredrick yelled, "She is my sister, and I did not approve of you."

In his confusion Samuel let go and backed away, "You spoke in past tense when you said that, does that mean...."

"You bested me in battle. Not through trickery or by sneaking around, but through sheer skill and force. I can not deny that you are fit for her," Fredrick said. It was the most Fredrick had ever said aloud to anyone, so everybody had gaped, even Duncan's eyes had gone wide with amazement that the boy knew how to speak. That quickly ended when he walked away rubbing his injured shoulder. It was nothing major, it would heal quite easily, still, the rest of the day had lightened up a little. Every since then, people were a little more open around Fredrick, though he only spoke openly with Samuel. The two became friends since that day, the two of them and Elizabeth going on walks or rides, Samuel and Fredrick training in free time and Elizabeth making sure they didn't cause any serious harm to each other.

When Samuel was seventeen, Fredrick was fifteen, they constantly had problems with another kid named Adakias. Adakias was the son of the royal family, just as Fredrick was. Though Adakias wasn't fit for battle, he was an aristocrat but not a warrior. Fredrick always had problems with him, because he never trained. Instead he read books, went to parties, and spoke with other members of the royal family. He never once dreamed of riding out into battle, though he could have easily become strong in strength if he needed to.

So one day finally Adakias was challenged by Fredrick to a fist fight. Nothing he had to accept but he ended up doing it. Adakias had developed feelings for Elizabeth, and thought by beating her brother she might realize him and actually care for him.

During the fight, Samuel and Elizabeth watched. And while Adakias was doing a good job, he looked over to see Samuel kissing Elizabeth, which distracted him from his fight, allowing for Fredrick to make Adakias look like a fool and a weakling. The fight was so short that people lost their respect for Adakias, and he lost a lot of standing with the royal family. Fredrick on the other hand was given praise and before long he was the one going to all the parties, meeting with the royal family. He was the one getting all the praise. Adakias became an advisor, but nothing more. He would not be given honor, he would be like a servant. He was always watching the spotlight, but he was never in it.