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Ramonius Berimer

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tzaeru:
Originally written description: (can totally be skipped) // The part that likely sucks most :)

"The man stands tall and muscular, with agile position. Dark red hair and beard covers some of the friendly face, with pair of brown eyes deep inside, tense eyebrows above.

His somewhat understanding eyes peer the surrounding and a smile is easy to be provoked to appear his face, which is somewhat not-so-clean, often accompanied with a slight smell of sweat and hard work - Indeed, this man is not the number one fan of bath.

Often his position is relaxed, hands old on side and far from hilt of his sword. He listens to as much as he talks.

"This man is usually rather friendly and understanding. Tho unfortunately he holds slight fear and hatred towrads arcane, one of the reasons that lead to leaving his tribe at age of 20. He has basic understanding on different 'magicks', as big part of his life was spend with druids and shamans. He holds no grudge against means of divinity or magic drawn from nature, but wizards and sorcerers he holds in great dislike. Often he needs every bit of his will to ekep himself still on sight of arcane, and may enter furious rage in which his self control is almost fully lost - Like a red curtain falling infront his eyes.

Despite this, he has strong views to morale and is overall a good man. In battle he is still furious man to face, but, while not provoked, he's a rather friendly man.

He finds his best enjoyment from bottle of beer, relaxed environment and bunch of friends to spend his time with."

History bit:

Hailing from plains north from Calimport, before the great deserts, Ramonius had partly been forced to leave, partly voluntarily left his tribe. A love to an young human - But turned out that he was not the only one to be charmed to her beauty; A witch appeared at dark night, desiring for his former girl. Such is the nature of tribesmen, that two fell before the witch was forced to escape - however, a less than accurate fireball had undesired effects. That night, the beauty of the woman the two both desired was buried under the flaming tent..

..Later, in Calimport, where he had tracked the witch. Had he arrived earlier and the revenge could been his. But the hand of law is strong and the sorcerer met the gallows, accused from several murders.

Now undesired to return to his tribe and without revenge and finding the pleasure of limitless ale, he had became one of the local thugs. Working as a bouncer in low-life bars and drinking his wages, the life didn't seem too good..
However. The will of clansmen is not to be underestimated. Half of a year before Ravenloft, he had managed to reduce his drinking and went far enough to join the local militia.

But it all changed one night, following a criminal to a dark alley..


Today:

Ramonius has been a member of two different guard organizations. First did he work for the Boyar Zeklos and later to the guard of the City. The job for Zeklos was definitely his happier time in the mists. He had his share on most interesting friends and venture.

Things changed tragically after first did Esmeralda pass, one of the two dearest friends of his; Driving his another good friend, Willem, mad, he's now using most of his time seeking enjoyment from a bottle. Soon after Willem had disappeared, did Ramonius join the guard; This gave him one more excuse to live, to get to shout at people without much of a reason.

But again kicks the will of a barbarian in. Lately he has left the guard and again set some boundaries to his drinking, slightly raising from the pitch he was in..

tzaeru:
*Spring*

Days spent with his girl and her baby. From time to time, he manages to even smile honestly.

But there's the ever present quiet growl, almost monthly unleashed.

*Summer...*

And now he's again hunted, the man's last bits of joy quickly escaping. Told by a militia member, guard's given order to kill. Bitter chuckle of disbelief..

After few days..

Laying on his back on the wet grass, the flesh burned, furs and clothes torn.. It rains, memories running through the past times and friends now lost.
He should look after someone, but it doesn't feel so important anymore.. Last rasping breath, sigh of relief - Only in his mind, the body too pained, too weak to even twitch. Relief, of peace and the eternally silenced Beast inside.

The next morning:

...But he does have to look after someone - The spirit returns, the body somehow healed from the previous damage and the man breathes again. Though each draw of air more difficult than one before, each day conscience grow louder..

tzaeru:
No longer did he want to cheat on his own principles; The Beast inside forcing him to die a thousand time each full moon, yet it made him live again the morning after. No one left, all he once loved gone before him and so did he feel that the time was here - To be a Warrior once again was meant to require the ultimate sacrifice.

The Warrior's heart, fading for so long and yet gains it's full power in last seconds, finally stops beating with a quick strike of a halberd.. A calm, peaceful smile his last expression, as for the short moment he had regained his soul and spirit.

tzaeru:

--- Quote from: The Executor ---The warrior Ramonius died with dignity and grace. For his sake I hope he finds the peace in death that he could not have in life.
--- End quote ---

With Ram goes buried his belongings, the most important one being an old, dried rose wrapped inside a clothing and his sword.

The rose's old enough to be almost powder and the sword seen many battles in it's time, as proven from the cracks and flaws in it.

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