"Blessed be your thoughts, and sanctioned be your actions."
Class: Divine Blade
Birthday: August 18
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Nicholas was born in Montilles to a normal, almost bland couple living there, in a fairly normal household with a fairly normal childhood. He was a good boy, going to school, keeping up with his studies, and generally staying out of trouble when he could. There was one incident with the Moonvalley Keep, but that's long in the past. He graduated with average marks, and an average overall record from the local school, which wasn't winning any awards for being anything more than average. At least he knows his core subject matters, like what's 3^3, what makes up gunpowder and what you can do with salt, what A Drachurstian Fable
about, and the grand history of Montilles. He also knew of the Elementalist gospel, and what better career path than religion?
So he applied to become a clergyman, with his eyes set both above to the gods he would know better than before, and level with the world he would better with the divine wisdom of the heavens. Perhaps one day he would even become an angel, carrying out his gods' wills from the skies above, as Nero himself once was.
He was graciously accepted, and given his duties as a simple brother of the church. After some time, he decided to apply for the position of knight, hoping that he could become some zealous crusader or holy avenger, like the warriors of legend and fairy tales. He was allowed once more, being an athletic sort of man, and soon enough he passed the tests to become a knight. He was trained in holy magic, showing a startling proficiency in spells of a divine nature, and was soon given the moniker of "Montilles' Divine Blade."
He served as a knight of the mountain town for quite a long time, about two decades, in fact, and was stationed in many of the keeps along the mountain. Sometimes he was sent to Sparalong to attempt to keep order or sort out some ruffians that had overextended themselves, but this was rare.
Eventually, it was decided that he should be sent out in the world abroad, as a missionary or just as a vessel of justice and holiness. Either way, he was freed from his post, and given his own decision as to where to go.
And so he has gone the world over, carrying his faith and his blade along with him. He has traveled to the far northwest and the farther south, with varying degrees of success.
Tough and hardened by the wild world, with endurance rivaling the toughest grilod or scalekin. Not quite beefy but lean, like a good cut of steak.
Average, to say the least. That's about it.
While definitely a frontliner, Nick can serve as a variety of roles in combat, wielding holy magic and holy blade alike.
He can use spells of light and fire, all infused with the divine might of the gods, granting him extra potency against those that revile the heavens.
•Half Plate Armor: A simple affair, but certainly more than enough.
•Broadsword: An equally simple blade, but one that is heavy and trustworthy. Cleaves through armor, scales and bone with ease.