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PostPosted: Aug 7th, '09, 20:58 
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Name: Kilith
Surname: Ward
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Race: Human

Generic Appearance
Kilith is your average young male; short, messy hair, brown in colour contrast against green-grey eyes which, while perhaps deep, often wear the expression of ill experience. The boy is of average height and weight, bearing a frail looking but nimble frame, where most males might favor something a little harder and rugged. The fashion sense of this particular lad is based heavily around leathers and belts and loose fitting cloth where necessary; all Wards* must be well protected after all, from the blows of swords and spears. The boy carries the standard kit; the family crest upon a shield, and a sword of sorts strapped to his belt, both of which symbolizing some link to the Ward family name, though what role he might play in the role of defender remains hidden beneath that inexperienced gaze of his.
*Ward: A protector. Perhaps a guard, or a militant, but either way one who would work for a good cause.



Biography
The city of Solinar boasts a lot to those who dwell within and more still to those who would wander without its most mighty of walls. ‘Come’, it shouts, ‘come visit the city of law, where justice and honor reign supreme over villainy and witchcraft’. Try they have, though, villains and witches, to burn the very thatch from our roofs, try they have, to murder us from within. Many have died in the line of duty protecting the innocent in Solinar’s walls, many holy warriors and many humble men armed with naught but a fork and many, many more holding our crest to their breast.
Battle scarred fingers rolled over the length of graying hair perched so seamlessly below an old mans nose as he peered out into the night time gloom of the streets of Solinar, the words aired meaningful to perhaps only one other; a brother to an aged man, a friend and ally for many a year, a man who sat not three feet from him within this old corridor. A flash of flame sparked into the air as the old man took up a length of stick and lit the contents of a lengthy wooden pipe in turning to his brother to continue his speech.
It is rare these days , that one is brought into the world, and I can’t help but wonder… Do I hope for a boy to follow our name, for valor and honor and glory, or do I pray for a girl, who would live beyond twenty years.
As the old mans lips belied the wisdom behind a thin wisp of ghost like fog span its presence into the air and upward in a synchronized dance, like stubborn children the smoke would not release its grasp upon its friends, instead stretching as the wind took it, swirling into luxurious patterns and shapes as it thinned into a delicate hanging presence that fogged the upper half of the room. Before the younger of the two could reply the nearby door shot open, and from behind shot a girl; a young maiden in brown clutching a crying babe in a white blanket. The joyous bliss painted upon her face was as mighty as the sun itself, and with a smile as bright she offered the child upward with a simple few words.
[i]It’s a boy.[/p]

The spawn of Ward was born that night. A fine child bearing his mothers eyes of grey green, comparable to emeralds sent to an underwater grave. The name Kilith was offered as the father reached for his son and held him aloft, tucked neatly aside his chest, and so Kilith it was. The young boy grew up faster than he should have had to, his father insistent that he would become a fine swordsman. The boy was introduced to wooden toy soldiers and mounts at a young age, and come the age of standing, given practice swords, which would be used whenever time allowed it. Come thirteen it the boy was proficient – for a child – in the art of sword fighting, able to wield a sword and shield, clumsy as it may have been with such a small and slender frame. He was a sweet child; his mother kept his hair in check, ensuring a handsome face was always present should he need to speak to another, or indeed be spoken to by those who were lucky enough to train the new ward in the combat arts. But, as is with many families, every flock has a black sheep. Though good at heart and pure of soul, the child never really took to the military way his family lived. The well kept appearance his mother insisted upon would serve another means, for such an attractive young man would certainly reel in young women, and find it easy to manipulate the older folk. It was only time before the young man learned that despite how little money his father let him have, one need not spend it upon apples and pears when one can simply take them.
The girls who fell for the boys young looks were often tricked and convinced to playing their cards as he wished them to be played; their money often taken from them without their knowing by swift and nimble fingers; fingers that were destined only to become more talented. With time he came of age, and his father proudly waved the young man on his way to play his part in the academy; a born and bread fighter that would emerge a finer ward than any before him, finer even than his father. The old man waved farewell to his life savings to see the boy become strong and fit. Naturally the boy had other plans. He knew he would not survive the military ways of an academy as this, so, with a simple forged signature and a change of words on parchment, he instead enrolled upon a different cause, something which would no doubt catch up with him in the future, for, despite his lies and his trickery, his name still spelled “Ward”, and his home would always be Solinar City, the home of the just, the pure, and the honorable.

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