Rothar
Un grand homme musclé sortit de l'autre route avec une hache dans la main, et un mouchoir en sang sur l'autre. Il a eu sa garde, mais l'a perdue dès qu'il a vu Rothar complètement. Il était un peu plus grand que Rothar lui-même, et semblait avoir le dessus s'il venait à se battre. Mais ça ne semblait pas aller dans cette direction. L'homme avait un regard détendu maintenant qu'ils étaient tous les deux en vue claire l'un de l'autre, et si le danger était jamais présent, il semblait s'être évanoui. Rothar laissa tomber son garde et mit l'extrémité de sa lame au sol, en l'utilisant comme support.
C'est vrai! Je mourrais avant de rejoindre une telle ordure. Rothar sourit à l'autre homme, et tira un coup d'œil dans son dos. Il y avait un mort derrière l'homme. Mon nom est Rothar Umoa, Chevalier cherchant à faire tomber le Seigneur des ténèbres, ou au moins autant de son armée que je peux. Qui êtes-vous? C'est un peu loin de la ville pour couper des arbres, non?
Name: Rothar Umoa
Titles: None... Yet
Age: 36 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:



Personality: laid back and relaxed, normally distracted and optimistic; upon entering combat, he becomes bold and impatient
Weapons: Greatsword, mace, and daggers
Skills/Magic:
-Having been trained under a seasoned knight, Rothar has experience with almost any weapon, but he considers better to stick with his trusty sword, if only even for the meaning it has to him.
-His magic is mostly based around healing people. His powers can heal any small wound and medium cuts and slashes, but the bigger it is, and the closer to a death strike it is, the more impossible it becomes, straining his body and mind to his absolute limits
-For defense, he can also project a spectral shield for a hit of anything from a punch to a buiding collapsing into him, but his concentration fades proportionally with the strength the shield absorbs. Things that would normally crush him can easily knock him out, and in a normal sword combat he can block some attacks, but prefers dodging as his shields takes concentration to maintain and move around.
History: Seeking to follow in his father's footsteps (a valiant knight, always standing against the Dark lord, but being forced to flee in the end), Rothar keeps on striving to be the one with the determination necessary to finally cleanse the Dark Lord, and its realm of terror. After training in secret with his father, he was dubbed worthy of his own father's gleaming armor, and the family sword passed down from generations, the mighty Vanquisher. Armed with this cleansing sword, Rothar seeks to strike the Dark Lord's army one by one if needed.
Other: He's got a quirk to always be in contact with the Vanquisher's hilt, be it to rub it from time to time for good luck to using it as a support when standing.