After reading a few other forms, I realized I'm terrible at descriptions xD Well, whatever-

Lord Nicolas "Saber" Herran
“Do you think I can't and won't do it?”

Twenty-three | Male | Hetero | Unfair Knight

How long have you had this role?

"I have been a knight, or at least a knight in training, for as long as I can remember."

What is your family motto?

"Fight for something; second to no one."

When you simply fight for nothing, you fight out of anger, valour, or fear. If you find a way to fight for something, you will be overcome with justice and honor. And they fight to win.

Appearance:

The Harrens have all looked similar, in a way. Most have brown or dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, some blue, and even a few with green. Not Nic. He was born with black eyes and black hair, a gift from his mother's family, who once lived in Quinn. There is nothing he prizes more than to look at someone with those eyes, a swirling onyx, and either see the pure fear or love that they have for him. He is proud of who he ended up to be- it's seen in the big strides and erect shoulders broadly set onto his modest frame.

Being taller than most at 6'3", he towers over the majority of others he's around, and will often have a joking smile about it on his tanned face. His complexion is a result of the long days spent training in the hot, southern sun, causing his unnerving eyes to glimmer with a certain... something. With thick, black eyebrows and meager, smiling lips, one could call him handsome, especially with loosely curled hair and dark stubble on his angular jawline, even if it's clear he doesn't care much for looks.

What he has a tendency to wear is useful and movable- armored boots, leather chest armor, arm guards and thick leather pants with shin guards. Everything is in a shade of silver or brown- with a choice of leather or steel, there's not much else. He carries a couple pouches with him, one for coin, and another for the smaller weapons such as slim discs and daggers. In total, he only has five weapons: his sword, hidden shivs, a small dagger in his pouch, and a thin, sharp, silver disc.

Personality:

One may find that after studying the nature of this particular man, it might be self-evident as to what he is. And yet, the truth is... he's nothing like anyone else. He is gentle, and surprisingly so; he treats women with the highest respect, and is willing to teach them, to become theirs, as if it were shocking. One day, they would simply wake up and realize that they love him, even if, knowing him, he may never love them. Let's just say... he has a very specific type.

He is shy. Not to the point of awkwardness, no- simply with words. If asked a question, he'd much rather answer it physically than with an answer, but even so, he manages to still be quietly elegant and charming, as he was raised to be. When he gives questions, he stays away from prying, showing that he tries to care, to truly care, about those around him, by letting them respond on their own time. Saber loves the rain, and the sea, horseback riding and his home, the forest, and even just the one as simple as sparring. Sparring pushes him into his past, where everything was so much easier, and his father was still alive.

Does this make him soft? No, definitely not.

Saber is aggressive and ambitious, living by the sword- whichever one he happens to have, at the time. He'll challenge anyone who looks like they want to fight, friend and foe alike. He gets true joy out of putting fear into others and often makes jokes about it, showing the playful side of himself in simply one of many situations. Adventure is his calling, and he has the will to always answer it, even at the cost of life or liberty. Yet he has always been afraid of being completely alone, so he's always trying to make and do things with friends.

He is incredibly secretive. If anyone asks about his past, he'll simply say he was just another boring member of the nobility, another knight taught to live for his brothers. If he is tired, he won't give up. If he's sick, or afraid, or... anything, really, his bravery will always make him venture out first. That, or his stubborn will.

But above all, he values honor. His father taught him honor, and so it is deeply instilled in is mind, unbent, unbroken.

How did you lose your knightley title? Why do you want it back?

"You know, I seem to vaguely remember... I drew a shiv in a swordfight. Then some other things that I found, like a whip. And a scythe. It was just me and Kol, and Kol was being a baby, so the teachers came over. He got scared like a little girl and jumped when I swung... so, it wasn't entirely my fault his ear was chopped off. Not that they care.

And... my father was honorable. I owe him for what he taught me."

Why are you on this quest?

"It's adventure, is it not?"

What do you think your worth is to the team?

"They can feel free to use me as a trainer, but I make no promises on clean playing. Be prepared to lose."

What does your character think about themselves?

"That's the absolute highest ego question I've ever heard. 'What do I think of myself?' 'I'm a wonderful little cat that sprints through the woods on the back of a swamp gator called Millicent!' If you would really like to know, I find myself rather charming. Oh, stop laughing."

His personal opinion is that people should spend less time using their smarts on things that're completely unnecessary, instead using them for more useful things.

How observant are you?

"Were you saying something? (oblivious to words)

I'm messing with you! You need to be observant, as a knight. You go fighting a battle where it's six on one, you have to watch every and all of them, all at once, and be able to know how to keep yourself alive."

Have you broken any laws?

"That's not for me to say, is it? I don't make the rules."

What is your view on the Country Values?

"The Country is my home, the Countrymen my brothers. Their values are mine, and mine, theirs. Even if I dislike what they are, they are the ones given to us all by birthright."

Family:

The Herrans are an old family, originating in Suca many years before their fall, and many before that. They have always been knights and rangers, few being mages as well, with Lord Keswin Herran being the most recent. Their house crest is a silver jaguar on a black flag, lined in gold.

Lord Keswin Herran | Father | Known only to him as "Sir". | Deceased

Lady Annaliah Herran | Mother | Keeps a good relationship with her. She is his mother. | Alive and well

Lord Teskin Herran | Uncle | Told him many times that he was "The Future of House Herran". | Alive and well

Lady Pasila Herran | Wife | It's been so long... it's hard to remember who she was. | Deceased

Lady Xamara Alcken | Betrothed | Pasila's sister, and the one he was betrothed to after her death. His dishonor caused their betrothal to be void. | Alive and well

Marlen Herran | Older Brother | Tense relationship; the inheritance was left to Nic instead, so Marlen isn't happy. | Alive and well
Miri Herran | Sister-in-law | He wishes her health might be better. | Alive

Bihrala Torreth | Sister | Finds her stuck-up. | Alive and well
Kolinn Torreth | Brother-in-law | He doesn't like the man's childishness. | Alive and well

Keswin Herran | Nephew | His brother adored their father. If only they could meet. | Alive and well

Pasila Herran | Niece | He knew his brother named his kids after those he loved. | Alive and well

Affiliations:

To be discovered

History:

He became Lord of House Herran at twenty-one.

He was never meant to be a lord. He was the second child, the second male heir, not the first. He grew up playing in the dirt with his sister and betrothed, crafting sailboats at the shoreline of Fisher Lake while his brother, Marlen, was trained by their father on how to lead, and how to fight. And yet... as soon as he could pick up a sword and understand a command, his father taught him. His uncle taught him. His grandfather, a war veteran, told him stories of importance and value, giving him a sense of wisdom throughout his earlier years.

But he knew he wasn't important. Despite his training, he always felt alone, his eldest sibling and only sister getting the majority of the attention.

-To be continued-

Other:

He's not particularly good at being muscle, even though he's tall. He can push and fistfight (mostly, but if they're < 6 inches shorter or a woman he'll lose), but he can only really wield his sword like the expert.

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RP Example:

Man, this was a long time ago, but it should do- (*sob* back when my Galladis almost died-)

Activity?

Hopefully active! But you really never know-

Research Willingness?

Pretty willing! It does depend on the research, though, since you'll never catch me wiki-ing medieval school food-