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General Chris Ironsword: Chris Ironsword's Home Page IRONSWORD1@aol.com |
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Executive Officer, Master at Arms, Morale Officer, Relations Officer | |||||
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Chris Ironsword is a tall man of dark features. His skin is tanned from long hours in the sun on campaign and at work, slightly rough and leathered. At 6'1" with a lean, muscular frame he has always been described as handsome, his features slightly angular but not quite striking enough to make him classically beautiful. Although strong for his build, he is far from muscle-bound. Instead he is simply in excellent physical condition, both muscularly and cardiovascularly. The most striking aspect of his features are of course his eyes, though not in a way he favors. "Fiery-red" is the best brief description ever given to them, though it hardly beings to describe them. In darkness or dim lighting they seem to flicker, as if tiny fires stood behind them, and that inner light is not imagined - there is clearly a glow to them when no source of light is present. His eyes tend to have an unsettling effect on people, causing them to tend to avoid his gaze when possible. Few men look him in the eye while speaking to him, even close friends. Occasionally, onlookers experience a queasy feeling akin to seasickness returning his gaze, caused by their color and that flickering light behind them. While his eyes are often imposing to enemies, to him that effect is not worth its effects on friends and those he does not know. Chris offers no explanation for his eyes, for he truly has none. Though he considers himself human, he knows no human has such eyes, and without knowing his true parentage he cannot ever be truly sure. A final aspect of his appearance is simply his manner, for it has great bearing on how he appears. There is a subtle confidence about him, and he tends toward a slight grin as if he knows something that no one else does. He moves with a dangerous grace, every turn flowing into the next as naturally as a wind across the grasses of eastern Validor, and yet somehow manages to retain a look of complete relaxation within that dangerous aspect, like a coiled spring held at rest for the moment, but ready to be released at any time. Added to his eyes, this can make him quite a fearsome opponent, and indeed there are few men living who can outmatch him with a blade. While he knows many against whom he'd not bet much at arm-wrestling, there are very few he'd hesitate to engage in battle. That Wondrous Accent Chris' accent is often the wonder of those around him. From Darkspire, mainly, "th"s become "d"s at the beginning of words or "h"s drop completely from his speech, as well as "g"s at the end of words, giving him an almost Cajun sound, but from his years in Scotland he speaks with "ye" and "aye" and other such words and manners. Other elements from his speech come from across Europe - from France, Spain, Italy and Austria, though he remembers little of those languages he once spoke. All in all, his accent is a mixture of the places he's been and the things he's seen. It tells his story, in a way, though there is much more to be written of that. A Brief Personal History Chris Ironsword was born and raised in Darkspire on the Small Raven, far to the south and slightly west of Rhy'din. At sixteen he set out from home, a world traveler, developing the skills which would later make him a warrior. He arrived in Rhy'din at the age of twenty-two, a wandering warrior with no direction or purpose to his existence. In Rhy'din he met an Alaghi- a seven foot, three hundred pound, grey-furred warrior named Wolfhound Ulfbersti the Ironfisted who spoke of a place where truth, justice and honor were held above all else. In disbelief Chris came to the land of Validor and to the gates of The Light Keep, where he met Lord Talisen Kamm, a man who changed his life forever. Lord Kamm taught Chris about the Light and the never ending struggle between good and evil in the world. He showed Chris that he could use his talents, abhorrent as they seemed, to make the world a better place. In the Legion of Light Chris found his first true home and family, and within its ranks he excelled. Since coming to the Legion of Light, Chris has risen through the ranks to attain the position of Executive Officer, second in command of the entire Legion at the rank of Major General. He has acted on many occasions as both a field and garrison commander and as an ambassador to both friends and foes. He lives with his daughter, Angel, who is his pride and joy. Chris Ironsword comes from a questionable past, but his future is certain - the Everlasting Light. |
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