Theodred Wharton

[MalagAste]

Name: Theodred Wharton

Age: 24

Height: 6’4”

Weight: 190

Race: Human

Description: Tall and muscular, he has bright green eyes and blonde hair. Usually wears a beard which he keeps well trimmed. He has a small scar in his chin near his left ear.



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Born and raised in Cove, I spent most of my life helping my parents. My father was a fisherman and my Mother generally sold wares and fish off the docks. The eldest of seven I spent much of my time with my Father helping him on the boat.

My father gave me a blade when I was young and taught me all he knew of fencing, which wasn’t really very much. I learned more about fencing and fighting from the local guards, whenever we were home I would spend quite a bit of time with the guards learning to fence.

Late one season we returned from fishing to find the channel blocked with boats. We could see fires blazing across the city. My father quickly steered the boat back out of the channel and we ran it aground somewhere to the North. When we got close to the city we could see that it appeared to be under siege, by the Britanian Armed Forces. After several weeks the Armed forces moved on and we were able to return home. However it was to sadness. When we arrived we found that the City had been invaded by some strangers from another land, all of my brothers and sisters were taken away. My Mother was so distraught nothing would console her. Father was outraged but he made me promise to do nothing while the strangers held my siblings. Day in day out we watched them as they strode about our city pillaging whatever they wanted. Father and I had stowed all our weapons on our boat fortunately or I’m sure they would have killed us. Just when we thought the siege would never end it was followed by another siege of greater unimaginable terror. It was Midnight when out of nowhere an army came to town, horrible beasts they brought with them, Demons, Dark Wisps, Brigands and Pirates, descended upon the city. I watched in horror as they tore through the town killing all in their wake. Father and I ran to fight them armed only with our skinning knifes, but then he screamed back at me and told me to get Mother out of town, but it was too late by the time I got back to our home she was dead and our home was ablaze. I hardly remember jumping into the channel and swimming for the boat, I recall being filled with rage when I returned to the city. I slaughtered as many of the invaders as I could until I came face to face with a dark rider on a steed like no other I had ever seen. It was black as a nightmare its eyes were filled with hatred. The rider fought like 100 guards. His blows were unbelievable strong. Upon command the steed would surround itself in a black fog that made you retch. I recall the dark rider shouting at me “Run Coward, Run. We are Vanguard.” He summoned more of the demon spawn on top of us and I saw my father fall to the ground motionless. Filled with a terror and a rage I continued to beat back this foe. I refused to run. I kept killing the invaders until none were left. As I looked around afterwards I could see none of the other strangers who had held our city before. I joined the Cove Guard and attempted to help them fight back the invaders. Each night at Midnight came a new wave, more of the Vanguard, more of their demon spawn, but to my surprise so too came fighters from all over the lands to aide our city. I watched many of them. I was most impressed with the Royal Knights of Virtue. I learned from the guards that the Royal Knights were part of the Britannian Armed Forces of the High Council of Britannia. The same people who tried to free my city from the other invaders.

I found out all I could about the Knights, and after seeing them a few more times in battle with the Vanguard, I decided to seek them out. What had I to lose, I had nothing more to keep me in Cove and I wished to help them defeat the evils that invaded not only my home of Cove but throughout the lands. Especially after I learned that my brothers and sisters were tragically murdered. So I set out for Newcastle to join the Squires and become a Knight of Virtue and serve the High Council.