Triolus Beregost of Glister

Born to the House of Beregost, a not well know warrior family of the old world, the Beregost were an honorable family, yet had a lust for battle.

Triolus Beregost, or “Tri” for short, was born to Geon and Kimber Beregost in the city of Glister some 21 years ago. But his knowledge of his mother and father are all but a memory as they were killed in a mission in the south for some lord on promise of some pay which left him in the care of his brothers’ sister, or Aunt Bunny. She was a devoutly religious person and praised the great god Paladin for giving her you to raise as she never had been married or had a child. And for all her goodness and prayer, she was rewarded with her faithfulness by the clerics of Paladine when they accepted Triolus into the order of Paladins on his 13th Birthday. Now reaching his 21st birthday, Triolus has been released from the holy orders’ abbey after completing his training and now is a full Paladin of Paladine and ready to fulfill his quest for honor and glory.

Description:

Very physically fit from 8 years in the academy, Triolus stands five-feet eleven-inches, with a muscular frame of 236 pounds. He has long-golden hair, and the trademark handle-bar mustaches of the Paladins of Glister. His greenish-blue eyes hold strength and confidence as well as the wisdom of a person that is not just looking at a situation, but contemplating several different options for anything that should happen at a moments notice, which makes some people either uneasy about his lack of eye contact, or put off as they see it as him being a snob. He is dressed in a fine breastplate which is colored silver blue, with a platinum dragon on it, polished to a high shine. He has chain mail leggings, hard metal shoes, and lets his hair flow free, wearing no helm. He has a gray cloak that he wears around his neck, kept clean to the best of his ability and a back pack neatly tossed over his right shoulder and rests on his left hip. On his right hip he holds his long sword, his pride and joy. The sword he calls Ice and he never lets it leave his touch for any reason, unless ordered to do so by a rightful ruler and promised to be returned under pain of death.