Des sabots de chevaux ont bouché le long de la route rocheuse de terre. Une seule figure à capuche dans un manteau brun dirigeait son cheval vers l'avant. Une grande épée trois quarts de la hauteur d'un homme déplacé en rimes avec les mouvements du cheval.
"Trois semaines et aucune vue de tous les restes," pensa-t-il glumly. Il a froncé et a regardé ses mains meurtries. Cela faisait des mois qu'il avait quitté les frontières du duc. Des mois de traversée d'un terrain vallonné, de combats de bandits et de recherche de tout ce qui pourrait l'aider dans sa mission.
Des mois, et tout ce qu'il a dû montrer pour le progrès, c'était un visage grizzli non kidnappé, des vêtements qui avaient vraiment besoin de se laver, et les cadavres paralysés fumant des autoroutiers morts et des créatures sur la route derrière.
Il était épuisé, et les mouvements lugubres de son cheval indiquaient qu'il était lui aussi las du long voyage. Ses mains meurtries n'étaient qu'une petite partie de sa souffrance. Ses pieds étaient froids et douloureux, il y avait une démangeaison sur son dos qu'il ne pouvait pas atteindre, et maintenant son estomac grondait dans la plainte. Rouen n'a jamais vraiment appris à récupérer, donc la nourriture était rare. Les pièces d'argent et d'or qui jonchaient dans sa poche de ceinture avaient peu de valeur dans les bois, où la civilisation et par conséquent tout ce qui pouvait être acheté pouvait être loin.
Ils s'approchaient d'un virage et Rouen pouvait voir dans le coin de la ligne d'arbres, ressemblait à une taverne.
"Finalement! Civilisation!" Il pensait que son visage rayonnait d'excitation. Dans sa joie, il déchargea une bouffée d'électricité de sa main dans sa monture. Le choc a provoqué le cheval à crier et commencer à sauter et jeter dans une panique.
"Ouh! Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? Doucement! Doucement!" Il cria alors qu'il se branlait sur les poignées. La monture n'arrêtait pas d'essayer de l'ébranler et s'est brusquement enfoncée à pleine vitesse vers la taverne.
Rouen était trop occupé à essayer de rester sur qu'il n'a pas réalisé la vue croissante de l'enseigne de la taverne, une demi-lune bleue. Avec un coup audible, sa tête s'est heurtée à la plaque en bois et il est tombé sur le sol.
Name: Rouen Fulgur
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Occupation: Knight of a Dukedom

Personality/Interests
Rouen is reputed as one of the best knights of the Duke’s court. Soft-tempered but willing to stand up for himself, he also seems to be the only one who takes his knightly duties seriously compared to his comrades who are content with carousing with the local nobles and courtiers. He is diligent and quests on a daily basis seeking to cure the ills that trouble the local villages, often involving some “monster”.
Rouen is a prideful individual and is prone to getting defensive. He is a strong believer of personal merit and responsibility. With the number of accomplishments and accolades awarded to him it is no surprise that he thinks a little big of himself. He is deeply proud of being human. Human Civilization to him represents the pinnacle of civilization, and believes that it'a rigid orderly social structure is a gift that all races must accept, whether through force or coercion.
He is also critical of others and has no issues with actively calling them out if he believes they are in the wrong. As a proponent for human civilization, this includes vagabonds, beggars, and squatters. Rouen believes that social order is built by individual work and effort for the collective good, so he thinks people who do nothing but louse around are parasites.
Rouen is what you could call a field soldier. He is focused on the battlefield and diligently trains to maintain his swordsmanship and fighting skills. However, off the battlefield he can be lazy, especially with mundane but still-important tasks such as cooking, cleaning one’s room, or keeping track of personal items. He believes that such tasks are for those beneath his station.
Interest: Rouen has sought and received royal permission to find and understand how to defeat the Remnants, one of which have been plagueing the Duke's land. With a lone horse and his messily assembled pack he has followed a trail of rumors and gossip leading him to the Blue Moon Tavern.
Appearance Details
Body Build: Bulky and muscled, but the muscles themselves aren’t heavily defined. (You won’t see six-pack abs)
Hair: Brown and disheveled above his shoulders
Skin Color: Tan
Eye/Iris Color: Emerald
Height: 6’4
Weight: 200lb
Notable Features: A massive steel shoulderplate on his right side that doubles as a shield and a makeshift ram. His left arm is heavily scarred from an encounter with a remnant. He also maintains a very roughly-groomed mustache.
Clothing Description
Rouen wears a traveler’s garb made of a combination of wool, cotton, and leather clothing.
Hands: Brown Leather Gloves
Torso: A leather jerkin. He also wears a massive metal steel shoulderplate on his right side. Underneath he wears a wool shirt and a white cotton undershirt.
Waist: A belt with several pouches full of painkilling tonic in metal bottles
Legs: Brown Wool Pants
Feet: Black Leather boots
Weapon
A massive steel greatsword that is four feet long
Powers
Like all members of the Fulgur dynasty, Rouen has inherited their unique trait of being able to generate a strong electric current through their bodies. Where and how this trait has exactly come from is unknown, but some of the more zealous members of his family believe it to be a gift from the Sky God. With practice he has been to control it so that he can just focus a current from his hand and through his sword. This means each of his sword strikes not only delivers a punishing physical blow, but they give the recipient a large dose of electricity. Many foes have parried or blocked Rouen’s blade only to be literally shocked and subsequently paralyzed by the impact.
Abilities
The physical training of a Knight and his tall stature means Rouen has much greater strength than the average human.
Talents
Hack and Slash Swordsmanship, knows how to read and write in the common language, capable of basic fieldcraft
Magic
Rouen has no magical training

Sessamaru
I wonder what race he hails from.
Historia Servante
A winged human, she would do well with the right upbringing. And education.
Saha Thulaja Era
I’ve heard tales of the mer. Savage Snake-like folk guised as humans that thrive in the seas. My eyes only confirm what the tales speak.
Katelia
An example of what happens with the wrong rearing and upbringing.
Julio
A winged fay? Maybe he is less savage than his grounded kin.
Azzrix
Ugh, talking vermin. Hope he doesn’t carry the plague.
Margaret von Eisenberg
A Northman. I wonder where and how did she master the arts of the fay?
Naida Marcoon
An exemplar of what the other races should strive for. Civilized and serves good drink to boot.
Drubbins
His strength could be used for greater purposes than monetary gain.
Mysaren-Fairy
Stealing and Sacrilege, this one will be brought to heel
Tahira Raske
Another mystic and practitioner. I only wonder how she could afford such exotic clothes.
Rimau-Ekoy-Timau-Dasku
Disgusting creature, yet I could see a use for him in the city. Maybe Dredgework?
Claire Alexandria
She looks good with the blade. The army could use her skills.
Viggo Malmsteem
I should invite him to the Dukedom. He would be an excellent entertainer for the court.
Felan the Wolf
Feh, another sheepherder.