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The stage was set, the final battle was close. Theoden knew he'd had to fight sooner or later.
'Monsters' and Humans had come to an agreement, for the time being, to coexist with one another - especially during this war between other species. Vampires, Werewolves, Elves, Dwarves, Warlocks, Witches and any other species out there alike. The starter of this war were the Dark Elves, an advanced magical race that cared for nothing other than power and ruling over all the different classes. Their magic was a twisted form- hurting anything and everything in its wake. Now, of course, not all Dark Elves were terrible, some had even come to fight for the Resistance, the Army that Theoden had been avoiding. He may have been a fighter, but he hated that he had to fight against brethren he knew for far too long.
His mother had been an elf noble, and his father unfortunately had been the King of the Dark Elves, wanting his son to follow in his footsteps, but Nathan had refused. He had left his home - knowing he could not stay lest he be dragged into the wrong side of the war. He couldn't stay with his mother, as his mother had succumbed to sickness from a plague.
So on his own, he had set foot, eventually residing in one of the Resistance's many refugee camps, and it was a recruitment day - they needed more soldiers and were looking for eligible fighters.
Your character, he had met on his travels, a human - one who needed to be protected. But soon, he taught yours how to fight, and how to defend yourself when he couldn't be around. Now you both reside here, and knew that he was avoiding the recruitment as much as possible. As much as he knew his Father was on the wrong of things, he still hoped for some good in him, and didn't wish to fight his army, those who he had grown up with and shared experiences with.
Theoden
'Monsters' and Humans had come to an agreement, for the time being, to coexist with one another - especially during this war between other species. Vampires, Werewolves, Elves, Dwarves, Warlocks, Witches and any other species out there alike. The starter of this war were the Dark Elves, an advanced magical race that cared for nothing other than power and ruling over all the different classes. Their magic was a twisted form- hurting anything and everything in its wake. Now, of course, not all Dark Elves were terrible, some had even come to fight for the Resistance, the Army that Theoden had been avoiding. He may have been a fighter, but he hated that he had to fight against brethren he knew for far too long.
His mother had been an elf noble, and his father unfortunately had been the King of the Dark Elves, wanting his son to follow in his footsteps, but Nathan had refused. He had left his home - knowing he could not stay lest he be dragged into the wrong side of the war. He couldn't stay with his mother, as his mother had succumbed to sickness from a plague.
So on his own, he had set foot, eventually residing in one of the Resistance's many refugee camps, and it was a recruitment day - they needed more soldiers and were looking for eligible fighters.
Your character, he had met on his travels, a human - one who needed to be protected. But soon, he taught yours how to fight, and how to defend yourself when he couldn't be around. Now you both reside here, and knew that he was avoiding the recruitment as much as possible. As much as he knew his Father was on the wrong of things, he still hoped for some good in him, and didn't wish to fight his army, those who he had grown up with and shared experiences with.
Theoden
- Age: Several decades old, looks in his late 20's
- Weight: 215 lbs
- Height: 7'6
- Class: Half Dark Elf / Half Light Elf - uses magic to appear more human like.
- Appearance:
- Background: His mother had been an elf noble, and his father unfortunately had been the King of the Dark Elves, wanting his son to follow in his footsteps, but Nathan had refused. He had left his home - knowing he could not stay lest he be dragged into the wrong side of the war. He couldn't stay with his mother, as his mother had succumbed to sickness from a plague. So on his own, he had set foot, eventually residing in one of the Resistance's many refugee camps, and it was a recruitment day - they needed more soldiers and were looking for eligible fighters.
- Family: Mother (deceased), and his Father, the Dark Elf King.
- Likes/Dislikes:
- Likes: Spending time away from the battlefield, enjoys his alone time out in the forest - finding peace and tranquility.
- Dislikes: Hates that he cannot escape his father, and generally likes to avoid war.
- Kinks:
- Never been with a partner before, so has yet to discover what he prefers.
