Nikarn

The Paladin of Mod

 * As tall as a mountain, as strong as a giant, as fearless as a dragon. These are the virtues by which Nikarn was born.  He seeks to represent the virtues of his god with every ounce of his being, with strength few men achieve, a healthy thirst for battle, and a love for friendly competition.  He is stoic man, cold and hard at his best, and has little to say to anyone.  What he does have to say is rarely without purpose, speaking only when he deems it appropriate or necessary.
 * Being a man of extroadinary size and strength, with such an icy visage, he has the combination affect of being frightening to those who first meet him, and also very compelling. He radiates an aura of strength, given to him by his faith, which makes others feel safe near him, and sends those who would seek to do wrong into quaking fear.
 * He is a man born to command, his voice carries even when it is soft, trained to ring out over the din of a battlefield. He understands little of tactics, but no enemy could stand against his strength, and the strength he inspires in others.

Mod's Faithful, A History

 * Verkant is a cold, harsh land. Little surprise that the people who populate it are the same. As Nikarn passed through the village he once called home, he couldn't help but wonder at how little he recognized. The village had gown, almost to a small town; many faces that he didn't remember, few that he could. Even amongst those that he did remember, none seemed to recognize him. He did not stop to remind them. When he reached the edge of the village, he could only stare at the small farm, with its lazy plume of smoke rising from the hovel. It was almost as he remembered it, though the house was not in the same place, and the goats that should have been there were replaced with a few skinny cows. Almost as it was 9 years ago, a week before he had left the village without knowing if he would return.


 * Memories, long forgotten, came suddenly, unbidden. He was a boy again, barely within 4 years of his name-day. The winter had been unusally harsh, and the goats his family raised for milk and meat, and cheese for trade, had all but a few taken sick and died. He was chopping logs into firewood and kindling in the yard, the snow flurries swirling around him. He paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, hot from the work, despite the freezing air. As he raised his axe again, the sounds of hoofbeats reached him. Many hooves, and galloping hard. His family's farm was a mile further out of the village than any others, and he knew in the pit of his stomach that they would have no help, even as the first torch landed on the thatch roof of his parents hovel.


 * Nikarn stood there, to afraid to move, hidden behind the wood-pile. He watched as his father came out of the house, a rusty pitchfork in his hands. So swiftly he was cut down, he did not even make a cry. His mother and sister screamed for help from within the hovel, and the men with a joyous shout, ran inside. Moments later, his mother and sister were dragged from the house and bound, then slung over the saddlebacks. Nikarn wanted to yell, wanted to rescue his family, but his mouth was frozen shut, his feet stuck in a mire.


 * They were gone before he knew it, the entire incident had taken less than five minutes. His home and his family were gone, and though he had seen his mother and sister alive at the last, raids like this, were common enough. The village was a far distance from the main highways and a favorite target for raid parties. Nikarn's mother and sister were as good as dead, and the young learned soon enough what answers their questions would bring. Nikarn just stood there, in the cold, for hours. He stared without seeing, his life totally taken out from under him, and the knowledge that he had done nothing to help... He thought that maybe there was some way he could have saved them if he had not been such a coward.


 * Even now, nine years later, the memory made his jaw clench, anger at himself still hot as The Pits. Everything since was a blur. The village elder finding him, the week of quiet sufference, and then the foreign Knight who had passed through town. Nobody could afford to keep the boy, and so it was a godsend when the mysterious knight came into the town. The man learned of Nikarn's misfortune and took him as a squire. The knight called himself Mozeus, and Nikarn soon came to learn that the Knight was no mere warrior, but a Paladin.


 * Years passed while Nikarn trained under the Paladin. Then, several months ago, the old Paladin had taken a grievous wound in a battle against the Lichelord Azarelon. Though victorious in battle, the wound soon took its toll, and as Mozeus lay on his death bed, he gave his apprentice one last gift. "Right hand on your heart, left on your sword. Speak this oath: By my soul, and Under the Light, may I stand for the Righteous and the Just, My hands and heart the tools of Good, and My Sword be the Levy of Justice." And with a smile as Nikarn finished the oath, Mozeus died, and Nikarn was raised a Paladin.


 * Now, Nikarn was going to Vintermoor, where tales told of great evils and adventure waiting. His training long complete, and his master gone, he had only one stop to make before he could leave Verkant. Standing there, staring at the farm, Nikarn couldn't help but wonder if everything to this moment had been planned by someone, or something... Regardless, his destiny awaited him, and it was time to go.

The Player

 * I have used the alias Nikarn for more than ten years now, first as my name on the Blizzard's Star Craft, and on many other games since. I am particularly well known throughout the mushing community, having played on many of the larger Star Wars, Dungeons and Dragons, and other themed games.  If you've met a Nikarn, then it was probably me.  If not, go tell that player I've got a copyright on the name, and I'll be coming for them!  Just kidding.
 * I'm what you would call your general knowledge RPer. I'm capable of helping you with all of your RolePlaying needs, whether it be commands, creating an enjoyable character, or just finding someone to Role Play with.  I'm even available to run Plots for you.  If you need anything, just ask!

[Nikarn@gmail.com]