Alright, here's my finished Cs
Name: Derk Von Crowmane
Appearance: Stands at 5'9 with a medium build. His hands are normally polished, well kept, and have something that they are clinging onto and working on. He has a likable face with a grin never too far away from it, his teeth normally visible. He has an unnaturally pointy hair, coming together at the center front into a single spike. The hair in question is a kind of dark blonde, a mixture of brown and blonde at the base and as it moved up it became more and more clean of the brown until it was pure blonde halfway through to the top. His skin is smooth and Caucasian, their is nary a mark or a scar to be found on his face, now whether this is due to his rich upkeeping or from his immense skill (As he so elegantly boasts) is up to debate depending on who you ask. His eyes have a soft and deep brown coloring to them with his eyes normally a little lowered. Surronding his mouth is a scruffy short goatee, it is kept in optimal condition so that it doesn't get to bushy but so that it is also visible enough to be seen.
"Like m'mom always told me, people'll only treat yah as good as yah treat yer face" -Derk
Gear Appearance: Derk is wrapped in knitted chain mail colored in black to look more similar to that of a blackguard with a brown leather jacket beneath. Strapped onto his back is his shield and his long Demilance with a black shaft and a polished silver tip. His shield is kite patterned with the main center collor being red, the less thick border color being black, and the outline color as gray. Both his shield and the chest on his chain mail have two scythes criss crossing with half a skull sat ontop of a bushel of black roses placed at the middle of the two scythes. Strapped to his belt is a black dagger.
-Medium Armor (Mail Shirt/Mail Coif)
-Horse (With saddle and harness)
Personality: Derk is a egotistical fellow, thinking his noble upbringing warrants superiority over others. Despite his nobility he still talks with a kind of slurred commoner accent, but accredits it to him humourously making fun of them; all the time. He's a bit OCD in that he can't stand having a single speck of dust on any equipment or on his own face. He tends to be a bit of a pushover when it comes to women and is easily manipulated by them at the prospect of love. He seeks perfection in all that he does, and though he cannot truely reach it his inflated ego allows him to believe he is 1 trick away, 1 strategy closer to reaching it. Despite his rather crude behavior of himself his royal upbringing has trained him in the art of being a gentlemen, charming, and cunning when need be.
He treats his horse, Nightdasher, like he would a family member. Talking her to sleep and generally showing it more affection then he would a real person. He protects her fiercely and has been known to attack a drunk for merely trying to ride her (Which she has since been trained to kick someone off if they do). He adores Rottwielers, finding it hilarious when they pounce and then subsequently maul their prey, and has been known to use them frequently whenever he can get his hands on one. However their is one thing he venerates and nearly worships more then Nightdasher, his master Craig. He takes every word and phrase his master says as some sagely prediction of the future, and aspires to be like him in all aspects.
History: Derk grew up in the town of Blitzshreik, a medium sized town on the border of Sylvania where his family ruled over the town. It is one of the few towns to have a very large amount of the population mainly worship Morr. The town, much like his family had a form of tradition. The town was repeatedly assaulted by the undead in attempts to overrun the town, the most prevalent Undead force to attack the town was the Vampire Lord Pietro. He was the mad king of a massive Necropolis were he dispatched his Ghouls to raid the town for corpses. As of such the most popular job was that of a Blackguard, bane of the undead. They were seen as the superheroes of the town, silently watching over the citizens and repeatedly expunging the undead. Derk's family in particular had the tradition of all the males becoming Blackguards (And some of the more Heroic family members ascended to that of a Knight of The Raven). So it was only fitting that Derk would train to become a Blackguard.
Derk, and 9 other Squires were taken under the wing of the Blackguard Craig Bughersleicht, one of the most brutal blackguards in the town, as they were put through initiation to see who would be his apprentince. After several months of gruelling assignments 9 of the apprentinces were killed (Mostly by getting eaten by Ghouls) except for Derk, which was the exact opposite of why he was assigned to Craig. For you see in the Crowmane family Derk was the blacksheep, his scandals bringing great shame to the family name. Unable to flat out kill him the rest of the family sent him to Craig in the hopes that the brutal trainer would break Derk. After the initial training Derk began to participate in defense alongside Craig and was doing pretty good
At this point the family was panicking and began to devise assassination after assassination, each stopped by some trivial interruption or from the undead attacking. Soon they gave up on assassination and just began sending him and Craig on suicide missions or putting them on dangerous defense routes. Nada. Craigs skill combined with Derks training and dumb luck made it all the harder to have them killed off. Finally, a light from Sigmar himself descended onto Derks father and gave him an idea. With a swift letter and an even swifter boot to the arse Derk and Craig were sent off to Nuln on a religious pilgrimage to Morr and to watch over the corpses created after the beastmen invasion. If beastmen or whatever attacks the town doesn't kill Derk, then some scumbag who doesn't give a fig about Derk being royalty will.
For the king, For the king, For the sake of Skyrim. For the Nine, for the hope of High Hrothgar's pass, and for all of Sovngarde; Where the souls sing your song. For the king, For our King, who will guard Hrothgar! Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok zin los vahriin, wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
Ahrk fin norok paal graan, fod nust hon zindro zaan, Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!