Arthur Einhart
Marcher dans l'ombre d'un nom qui est connu et craint à travers le Royaume est quelque chose qu'Arthur n'a pas apprécié. Surtout parce qu'il s'est senti déplacé, comme si ses efforts n'avaient pas été récompensés. Peu importe ce qu'il a fait, il était encore un écuyer - peut-être c'était à cause de son jeune âge, peut-être c'était parce qu'il n'était pas assez qualifié comme un sabre pour devenir un chevalier à part entière promis... Non pas que la raison réelle comptait, dans sa tête, le seul point d'importance était qu'il répondait encore aux chevaliers comme un écuyer, et non comme un égal. Ça a dû être changé, d'une façon ou d'une autre...
Il ne savait pas que la réponse était l'anneau brillant dans son pouce gauche. Étrange, il pouvait jurer que l'anneau était trop grand pour s'insérer si parfaitement dans son doigt, il a été utilisé par son père après tout et l'homme avait les mains d'un guerrier chevronné, ce qu'il était en effet avant son décès. Arthur a doucement balancé son index sur l'accessoire, son esprit rempli de pensées sur ce que son grand-père a dit il y a un moment: L'anneau l'aiderait à porter le nom de sa famille en avant et apporter la gloire à son propre nom... Comment?
Les pas d'Arthur étaient lents et précis alors qu'il errait à travers le pavé, faisant chemin à travers la ville sans but réel. Il errait sans but, laissé à ses propres pensées. Les bruits des gens et les applaudissements ont cependant attiré son attention, les jeunes pour être chevalier jetant un coup d'oeil à son côté. Il y avait deux hommes ivres qui échangeaient des poings l'un avec l'autre. Arthur a exhalé un soupir avec un son Tsk.
Avec une posture de poupe, le garçon se retourna et se mit à marcher en direction du pub, s'arrêtant à deux mètres des combattants. Il s'est reposé une main sur la poignée de son épée.
"Arrête, vous deux. Emmenez votre bagarre ailleurs, les rues de cette ville ne sont pas un anneau pour résoudre des problèmes personnels."
La voix du garçon commandait et était particulièrement imposante même s'il avait l'air beaucoup plus jeune que les deux hommes râlant - et le fait qu'il n'avait pas d'autorité réelle dans la ville. C'était un écuyer, après tout.
ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ:

ɴᴀᴍᴇ:
Arthur Einhart
ᴀɢᴇ:
Seventeen (17)
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
Knight-squire
ʀɪɴɢ:
The White Crystal Ring
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:
 no eyepatch though. His eyes are a crystalline blue, often one of them is covered by stray locks of his golden hair. He's seen using a very basic armor, mostly leather with steel platings gauntlets and resistent leather boots - the rest of his attire consists of flexible leather armor with a blue tabbard/cloak over it: The Einhart Coat of Arms is clearly visible on his back.
Underneath the clothing/armor, Arthur stands at 5'7, having a lean figure with only underlining displays of muscle. Clearly not muscular, it's a surprise the boy can wield and swing his sword so easily around.
On his side, he has a blue scabbard with a seemingly quality blade sheathed.
ʙɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ:
The Einhart family is known as nobles, with many of the male members being imposing figures in the military story. As tradition,
they were trained since a very young age, inspired to follow their family member's destiny and take arms to conquer glory and wealth.
Arthur was no exception; from his very early years, the boy spent countless hours practicing with a wooden blade, learning sword techniques and fighting abilities under the guidance of his father - whom was a stern, yet caring man known as Denvar. He was known as The Unbreakable, as a title.
Years would pass and Arthur's training only intensified, the boy displaying clear signs of a certain talent when it came to swordfighting.
As a rite of passage, Denvar would take Arthur for a hunting trip and the boy would need to slay a beast on his own and only then, he would be called a man. His mother insisted that the boy was too young, being only ten at the time, but Denvar assured that no son of his would fail, after all, as Denvar said: Arthur carried his honor on his shoulders and his determination on his eyes.
It took five days for them to return - five days that had left Arthur's mother in agony, unknowing what had happened. When the both of them returned, she could tell by Denvar's wide grin that Arthur was no longer a young boy, but a honorable man who would carry the Einhart family. That day, they commemorated. The next few weeks, they found out their family would become bigger. Elizabeth, Arthur's mother, was pregnant. Later, Elise was born: Arthur's sister.
Years passed in a rather peaceful day - many times, Denvar was called to arms and left his family with the fear of losing him, however, there was a reason he was called The Unbreakable. When Arthur became fifteen years old, his family was hit with a devastating disgrace: Denvar's death.
Betrayed by a knight of the kingdom, he was poisoned and assassinated. This devastated Arthur, whom looked after his father with pride, always following his steps. Elizabeth, even though broken emotionally, held the family together by ensuring she would ease the burden of their loss, distracting Arthur and Elise as much as she could. Vinar, the patron of the Einhart family and Denvar's father, visited Arthur and his family a few days after the incident. He explained that some things were recovered from Denvar: His sword, his armor and, as explained by Vinar, the most important of it all: A strange looking ring. Vinar told Arthur that it was his task to protect his family from all harm and to make the world hear and fear the Einhart name and that the ring would make this accomplishable for as long as he kept it.
He never told Arthur, however, how it functioned or how exactly he would do this. So the boy is left to decide his own future and the powers kept within the white crystal ring.