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WHERE THE CHAINS BREAK
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"Dominus" Veritas Kas'el of ___ Order

Age: 90, but looks 35
Height: 6'3 (tall and broad, heavily scarred)
Hair: Long smoky black, usually tied back
Eyes: Dark and piercing green
Complexion: Tan with rough skin, callouses from war and scars from treachery. Markings and marrings tell the tale of his struggle to rid the world of nobility
Distinguishing features: TBD
Armor: Black plate that glows red in the moonlight with gold filagree and a blood red cloak bearing his order's insignia
Demeanor: Brooding and angry, commanding with a short fuse to anger
Weapons: Obsidium longsword with angular crossguard and gold accents. Obsidium dagger usually concealed as a backup plan.
Voice: Gravely and roughened with age and exposure to smoke but once proud and heroic
Beliefs: Power must serve discipline. Loyalty is earned. Blood means nothing. Humanity won't be ruled by weakness masked as nobility.
Combat Style: Aggressive and psychological


Backstory:
Once a proud prince, Lord Kas'el was brilliant, formidable, and a brilliant tactician. Born and bred for the battlefield, his travels soon exposed him to more reformist ways in a kingdom already crumbling with factional decay. The crown feared him and when his father died, making him the sole heir, a shadow council stepped in. Betraying him on his coronation and branding him a warmongering traitor, excommunicating him due to his refusal to engage in the political theater.
With his honor stripped and his name blackened, Lord Kas'el fled with only a handful of trusted and loyal warriors to the Wastes, wandering through war torn provinces trying to find a place no one knew his name. Eventually, he banded enough support, appealing to the masses and banding the Brotherhood, an elite order bound by loyalty only. He claimed lordship, calling himself Dominus through conquest with a new vision in mind. The shattered and corrupt world would not bend to his will, so he would make it so.

One territory at a time, nations surrendered to his iron fist and ideas of a perfect, serving, world that owed him everything his own kingdom could not, did not, give him. But then came [name] Mirynn, knight errant and formidable foe. Dawned in white with golden hair, he w

as everything Veritas hated; unscathed, moral, and maddeningly unpredictable. Veritas could not bend him nor break him. Their duels of white and black became steeped in legend, both refusing to yield yet Veritas never achieving that killing blow from the astute warrior. Over the next decade, their rivalry became the pulse of the realms last hope. Fight after fight after fight, they could not beat the other, until [knight name] finally got the upper hand and took his opportunity.

The Dominus of the Order fled into the wilderness, battered and bleeding, hoping to reach safety so he might lick his wounds and fight another day. Little did he know, as the world closed around him, he would get his second chance at salvation.

The [coming up with name later] order: