Deveriath Alexander Fae'al

[Lucian/Deveriath]

Name: Deveriath Alexander Fae'al

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Age: 29

Rank: Watchman

Appearance: Shoulder length hair of blondish-brown is pulled back into a tail, revealing a pair of light blue eyes, tainted by a ring of gold around the pupils. A set of pearly whites flashing daringly in the light, contrasting the dark hue of his complexion. Standing at a height of six-foot-three and weighing around two-hundred and twenty-five, Deveriath Fae'al appeared to be built for only one thing; War. Despite his age, this dignified male carries himself well and with such grace as to reflect his indominatible spirit.


Personality: Deveriath is a friendly individual, greeting those around him with a warm smile and the proper amount of respect. Ofcourse, he is no stranger to ettiquette, so it is rare to find the swordsman stumbling over his words. Dignified, Disciplined and Gracious are all common terms when describing this son of Cove.


History: Twenty-Nine years ago, Deveriath Fae'al was born within the forests of Cove, to a Lady of the British Court. This particular individual had been on her way to her father's estate just south of Minoc. It was her that Deveriath would spend the majority of his childhood before traveling to Britain, where he would have a fateful encounter with Prince Orlando, Grandmaster of the Templar Knights. With fourteen years upon this earth, and plenty of knowledge in how the Courts of Brittania work, Deveriath Fae'al swore to uphold all that was right and true. Or so he thought. It was only a year later that the youth found himself training amongst the world's finest in the Academy of the Knights Templar. After seven long years, Deveriath would witness the end of his Grandmaster's Reign, and the end of his very oath. Instead of renewing is allegiance to the Order, Sir Deveriath Fae'al as it had been chose to return home.

Twenty-Two years old, and already he felt he was ready to sheathe his sword forever. In turn, he had purchased a peace of land in Yew. Over the next eight years, Deveriath Fae'al would witness, first hand, what sort of place Yew had become, under the leadership of Klion, Lord Protector. He witnessed the very court he loved and knew so well condone the actions of this man. Thirty, and this middle-aged man would find himself re-commisioning that old blade, joining a group of Highwaymen, under the guise "Caleb." For a year or so, he attempted to push his political views on his brethren, but to no avail. For the following three years, Deveriath would pledge his sword to the Avatarian Church, hoping that he could find some sembelance of balance. It wasn't until he ventured back to his homeland, did he meet a Grenadier, the Baron's personal bodyguard.. hearing of the War, he eagerly pledged his sword to Cove, his homeland, to fight the tyranny he witnessed in Yew.

Quote: " I hate Yew. "