Percival Faustus von Marisul

Appearance
Percival is a 19-year old man who is 6'7" tall and has a lean and slightly muscular build. He possesses short, unkempt fiery red hair and dark, green eyes that resemble the color of emeralds that are set into a gentle face. His fair skin is slightly tanned from his travels, and his non-prominent lips are a light and healthy shade of pink. He has some definition in his abdominal muscles and has a muscular neck. He makes sure to have a clean shaven face at all times.

He is normally seen in white armor with a golden trim that is over a grey shirt. He also has white cotton pants with grey boots, and has steel shinguards that match his white armor. His armor is normally concealed under a brown traveler's cape. His steed is a white warhorse that possesses dark brown hair, and is often seen clad in dark grey armor that bears his family's crest.

Percival keeps two important pieces of jewelry hidden on his person at all times. The first one is a golden locket bearing his family's crest that his mother gave him before she died, and the other is a golden ring inscribe with runes and with an green gem that she called "Espera's Grace." He doesn't know the importance of the ring, but has worn it on his right hand ever since his mother's passing. He does a good job of keeping his simple traveler's persona, and not give his identity away as a knight of Araducia.

When he is out of his armor and about a town, Percival wears a collarless and short sleeved blue shirt with faded black denim jeans. Carries his slim sword with his on his waist when walking around towns, to prevent others from doing harm to him or innocent civilians. He also wears green leather gloves that show his forefingers and also has a pair of heavy-duty leather boots.

Percy always has a satchel with him that goes over his shoulder and hangs by his side, which holds medicinal herbs, fruit, water, bandages, cloth rags, three different money pouches(each carrying different amounts), and bread. Percival has learned from many instances that it is always wise to have extra supplies on hand, even when one might think it unnecessary.

Personality
Percival is a kind knight, with a fierce passion for what he does. Having studied deep into philosophy of combat, and the stories of events and wars of the past, He has a desire to continue learning while traveling around the continent. He prefers to avoid fighting as much as possible, but is not very skilled at negotiating, and ends up right in the middle of combat most of the time. Though when there are battles, he seeks to avoid as much loss as is humanly possible, on both sides. When in combat, he respects his enemy, and fights with honor and fairness, despite what tactics the enemy might deploy. He frowns upon cheating and cowardice, and expects a great deal from both ally and enemy. He himself is brave, and strong, and will willingly assist a fellow soldier, regardless of status, because Percival cares for everyone.

Percival doesn't base the way he treats people upon their first impression. When disappointed, he tends to speak in a calm tone, which, to many people, is worse than a harsh one. He hates any feeling of envy, because of its destructive effect in his life.

Percival has many talents which have proven useful. He is an excellent chef, and enjoys making a variety of dishes, especially when it helps appease the desires of his allies. He also likes spending time outside, and enjoys the gentle breezes where there are some. He will do anything to read a piece of literature, or so he says. However, he does take joy in reading literature. Percival however, dislikes Bandits, Snakes, Sickness, unnecessary violence, and greed; since they can take life away from anyone.

History
Percival was the only son and the oldest child born to Evander and Liletta Marisul, the last living members of now ravaged Espera mage house. Though his father was a great and powerful sage, but instead of following Evander and his ancestors' footsteps, he chose to follow his mother's path of swordplay. Though he grew up moving from city to city, Percy always enjoyed being with his family and his younger sister, Illexia. He spent the first several years receiving a well-rounded education from his mother, who also taught him the basics of swordplay, as well as everything one should know about a blade and its functions.

By the time Percival was nine, he had gained a love for horses, especially loved the graceful and mighty warhorses. He spent the following three years learning how to ride horses, mostly riding the family's wagon horse. Though he sometimes rode messenger horses on menial tasks when they were visiting a town. He continued spending his time with studies and swordplay, but by the time he was twelve, he had been asking for almost a year and a half for his parents to get him a horse. However, every time he submitted his request, his parents gave him a swift "No" in response. Discouraged, he stopped asking the month before his birthday arrived. On his thirteenth birthday, his parents brought out a magnificent young white colt. "This is your steed you've been being a pest about." Evander said as Percival ran up and started to pet the stallion's neck. "Thank you! Thank you!" He kept repeating as he gave both of his parents hugs. "He so healthy and strong looking! I'll name him... Calabor." That was how Percival met and started to work with his loyal steed. After that day, Percival began to learn how to fight will riding on a horse.

When the conflict between the nobles Araducia began, Percival was only just beginning to learn of the politics of the court. The family began to travel with a few other bands of performers and eventually traveled to The Marcelli Empire, Alimond, Nagarath, and even to Valhassa. He enjoyed the change in scenery and the experience of the different cultures, but thought that the nobles were frivolous for fighting over something they could discuss about. His mother said that though it may seem like something that could be easily done, it was much more complicated and difficult than anyone could understand.

During this time, Percival began to teach Illexia the art of swordplay, though she preferred to use slim weapons compared to blades or regular swords. After a time, Percival began to wonder why she chose to use slim swords instead of regular ones. "Well... not only are slim weapons easier to handle and lighter, but they also have a chance of doing greater damage. Plus, I'll be using such weapons when I'm flying on my Pegasus!" Percival couldn't help but laugh at her response. "Where do you think you'll find a pegasus, let alone learn how to ride one?" He asked her with watering eyes. "You'll see, dear brother." She said with a sly and devious smile. Within the week, They were in a town that not only was selling Pegasi, but were also teaching young people to ride them and fight on them. ''There's no way... How could she have known? Wait... It took me till I was thirteen to get a simple horse! Now SHE gets a pegasus and lessons before she is even twelve!'' He thought to himself as he gazed at his excited eleven year old sister. He had been fourteen at the time of this event. Soon, his happy family would shatter.

In the following year, Percival and his family began to settle in a small community in the Wilds. It was only a matter of weeks before the community was attacked by monsters. Percival still remembers the event like it only happened a matter of hours ago. A fortnight after their settling in the village, shortly after midnight, A group of bonewalkers descended upon the village. It was a surprise that the village watch had missed them, and that their weapons did not clank and wake up anyone. They seemed to have been very coordinated, as they separated into groups of three, each one going to a residency of the village. Luckily, Evander had chosen to stay up and read his grandfather's journal. Hearing the sound of pressure placed the wooden door, Evander went and retrieved his thunder tome, as well as woke up Liletta and Percival. They were careful not to wake Illexia, who was at the time in a deep and peaceful sleep. So here was what Percy initially knew: A) there was someone or something putting pressure on their door, trying to get in; B) There was more than one by the sound of the foot steps in the gravel outside; and C) If Percival could get to Calabor, he would have a better advantage in combat as well as be able to scout how many enemies there were. As they readied their weapons, Evander moved closer to the door, preparing to open it.

What happened next has been seared into Percival's memory. As his father touched the door handle, a large steel blade was thrust through the door, and pierced Evander's right side. The blade receded, but only before the door broke under the pressure of the three bonewalkers. As they neared his father, Percival and his mother charged at the creatures with their blades drawn. The creatures hadn't noticed them, and with the advantage of surprise, they easily dispatched the invaders of their home. They neared Evander, whose side was a mess of torn cloth, blood, and a dark purple, almost black, liquid oozing from the wound. "Percival, I want you to take your mother and your sister and get out of here. But not before warning the village and taking that." He said as he pointed to a journal that Percival recognized as his great-grandfather's. "It will prove... beneficial later in life." He said, smiling. Percival helped his mother prepare the wagon before going to get his still sleeping sister. Percival decided that instead of waking her up and having her walk, he would just carry her to the wagon. After placing her in the cot in the back of the traveler's carriage, Percival fetched Calabor, and together, they rode into town to warn the villagers. He was met with a gruesome sight: women, men, and children, slaughtered by blades, axes, and arrows, were strewn like wreaths around the homes and the street. Percival hurried, and to his luck, found some men and women who had fought against the monstrosities that had invaded their village. Percival offered his help, but was told to leave quickly. So after returning to the only actual residence he had ever known, left on the beginning of his adventure. Unfortunately, their mother died less than two years later of an unknown but ravenous disease.

After making sure that his sister would be taken care of by a nobleman who happened to be a family friend, Percival left and joined the Araducian knights, but eventually left for personal reasons. He has been traveling ever since.

Completed RPs

 * Nothing More Annoying than an Escort Quest - Currently Ongoing

Other Notes

 * Percy's warhorse is named Calabor.
 * Percival is curious about magi and their magical arts.
 * Percival wishes for peace to return like mentioned in his great-grandfather, Aviv Marisul's, journal.
 * He spends a lot of time reading the tales in the aforementioned journal.
 * Meets and travels with his sister Illexia sometimes.
 * Percival is three years older than Illexia.