Reynald de Helburg
The Lightning Knight
In a couple of sentences:
A knight through and through, Reynald always keeps to his moral code when interacting with others, though perhaps throughout the years as society has changed, so too has his views. If for the better or worse, one probably had to flip a coin to see the odds. It all depends on his current job and locale. Rarely is he ever given leave, as it's not his place. He's meant as an almost eternal guardian of sorts, at least until his blood contract is traded hands. No matter what the job, he puts his heart into it, to give anything less betrays who he is as a person. With little social interaction, it leaves Reynald an awkward individual who has only recently started to adapt better, at a snails pace thanks to his new master, Kismet. |
Physical Information
➘ Full Name: Reynald de Helburg
➘ Aliases: Reynald
➘ Age (Lived Years): 874 standard years
➘ Physical Age: Despite his white hair, he could probably pass in terms of looks for someone in their late thirties
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Human
➘ Body Type: Average build for someone his height, his training gives him a nice muscular definition.
➘ Height: 6'2"
➘ Weight: 240 lbs
➘ Coordination: Nearing a century with a knight's training, Reynald has no issue in how his body functions.
➘ Reflexes: His body moves almost on pure instinct.
➘ Physical Strength: Stronger than your average human, but not absurdly so. His strength comes from the culmination of his magical embodiment alongside his physical form.
Appearance
➘ Clad in sleek, black, magically imbued steel, his knight's armor is an artifact of the ages kept in pristine condition through tireless upkeep. Not exactly standard in design, the plates are close and compact, to provide a lighter build but offer similar protection. The angles are strangely sharp in contrast to the prior designation in mind, but their true purpose lies in Reynald's ability, so it all works out. In this, the fingers of his armor almost look like claws, tips more than pointed and with a curve to cut through flesh if put to the test. The rest of his armor is fairly straightforward in keeping the overall similarity to the suit as a whole. The knight's eyes are a piecing blue, and strong in gaze while his hair is a dull white, cropped short and kept neat. More kept as an active guard at night, and sticking to whatever compound he resides at in the day, his skin has grown pale in complexion, though it has perhaps helped in keeping back some of those age lines.
Since being put in contract with Kismet, she has somewhat forbid his habit in wearing armor, save for more long distance adventures, or treks through seedy environments. Instead, she's taking in his opinion a strange liking to dressing the knight up like her plaything. Putting product in his hair to lift it up and shades to cover those harsh eyes of his, it easily takes off a decade even with his snow white locks. Designer name shirts, usually long sleeved button, and tight fitting pants now consist of his typical dress. All of this makes Reynald rather uncomfortable. Exposed would be a good word to describe his feelings on the matters, especially when he has to walk around in loafers that offer little support. Kismet finds it all rather humorous.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: Single
➘ Immediate Family: N/A
➘ Allies: Kismet Vereaux
➘ Enemies: N/A
➘ Followers: N/A
➘ Friends: Kismet Vereaux
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: N/A
➘ General Alignment: Lawful Good
➘ Sociability: He is hardly a people person.
➘ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
➘ Lures: A chance at peace and quiet, teaching others.
➘ Savvies: Martial combat, lecturing, following orders.
➘ Ineptities: Most social interactions, modern technology, cant drive.
➘ Profession: Guardian to those he is contracted to, usually there is a small monetary provision given to him.
➘ Education: Trained to knighthood, any modern teachings he's picked up on his own.
➘ Hobbies: Meditation, cataloging his encounters,
➘ Religion: Raised Roman Catholic
➘ Location of Birth: Winchester, England
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: Is wary at times of the full moon, doesn't trust modern technology.
➘ Virtues: Humility, Diligence, Temperance
➘ Vices: Wrath
➘ Likes: Reading, taking silent strolls, swordplay, polishing his sword and armor, artistic performances.
➘ Dislikes: Disobedience in all forms whether it be against the law, or his high, though slightly skewed moral standards.
➘ Affiliations: Reynald has shared affiliations with many secret organizations; i.e. Knights Templar, Illuminati, The Rosicrucians.
➘ Addictions: N/A
➘ Handicaps: N/A
➘ Medical Conditions: N/A
➘ Full Name: Reynald de Helburg
➘ Aliases: Reynald
➘ Age (Lived Years): 874 standard years
➘ Physical Age: Despite his white hair, he could probably pass in terms of looks for someone in their late thirties
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Human
➘ Body Type: Average build for someone his height, his training gives him a nice muscular definition.
➘ Height: 6'2"
➘ Weight: 240 lbs
➘ Coordination: Nearing a century with a knight's training, Reynald has no issue in how his body functions.
➘ Reflexes: His body moves almost on pure instinct.
➘ Physical Strength: Stronger than your average human, but not absurdly so. His strength comes from the culmination of his magical embodiment alongside his physical form.
Appearance
➘ Clad in sleek, black, magically imbued steel, his knight's armor is an artifact of the ages kept in pristine condition through tireless upkeep. Not exactly standard in design, the plates are close and compact, to provide a lighter build but offer similar protection. The angles are strangely sharp in contrast to the prior designation in mind, but their true purpose lies in Reynald's ability, so it all works out. In this, the fingers of his armor almost look like claws, tips more than pointed and with a curve to cut through flesh if put to the test. The rest of his armor is fairly straightforward in keeping the overall similarity to the suit as a whole. The knight's eyes are a piecing blue, and strong in gaze while his hair is a dull white, cropped short and kept neat. More kept as an active guard at night, and sticking to whatever compound he resides at in the day, his skin has grown pale in complexion, though it has perhaps helped in keeping back some of those age lines.
Since being put in contract with Kismet, she has somewhat forbid his habit in wearing armor, save for more long distance adventures, or treks through seedy environments. Instead, she's taking in his opinion a strange liking to dressing the knight up like her plaything. Putting product in his hair to lift it up and shades to cover those harsh eyes of his, it easily takes off a decade even with his snow white locks. Designer name shirts, usually long sleeved button, and tight fitting pants now consist of his typical dress. All of this makes Reynald rather uncomfortable. Exposed would be a good word to describe his feelings on the matters, especially when he has to walk around in loafers that offer little support. Kismet finds it all rather humorous.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: Single
➘ Immediate Family: N/A
➘ Allies: Kismet Vereaux
➘ Enemies: N/A
➘ Followers: N/A
➘ Friends: Kismet Vereaux
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: N/A
➘ General Alignment: Lawful Good
➘ Sociability: He is hardly a people person.
➘ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
➘ Lures: A chance at peace and quiet, teaching others.
➘ Savvies: Martial combat, lecturing, following orders.
➘ Ineptities: Most social interactions, modern technology, cant drive.
➘ Profession: Guardian to those he is contracted to, usually there is a small monetary provision given to him.
➘ Education: Trained to knighthood, any modern teachings he's picked up on his own.
➘ Hobbies: Meditation, cataloging his encounters,
➘ Religion: Raised Roman Catholic
➘ Location of Birth: Winchester, England
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: Is wary at times of the full moon, doesn't trust modern technology.
➘ Virtues: Humility, Diligence, Temperance
➘ Vices: Wrath
➘ Likes: Reading, taking silent strolls, swordplay, polishing his sword and armor, artistic performances.
➘ Dislikes: Disobedience in all forms whether it be against the law, or his high, though slightly skewed moral standards.
➘ Affiliations: Reynald has shared affiliations with many secret organizations; i.e. Knights Templar, Illuminati, The Rosicrucians.
➘ Addictions: N/A
➘ Handicaps: N/A
➘ Medical Conditions: N/A
Abilities
➘ General Overview/Limits: Reynald was a honorable and skilled knight even before his magical reconstruction having served dutifully for over a dozen years at his king's behest. With constant training and centuries to hone those skills further, Reynald is a force to be reckoned with especially when taking into consideration his heightened physical abilities and lightning magic at his disposal. That said, the knight is not indestructible and while a decent tactician has had great difficulty adapting to modern times.
➘ General Overview/Limits: Reynald was a honorable and skilled knight even before his magical reconstruction having served dutifully for over a dozen years at his king's behest. With constant training and centuries to hone those skills further, Reynald is a force to be reckoned with especially when taking into consideration his heightened physical abilities and lightning magic at his disposal. That said, the knight is not indestructible and while a decent tactician has had great difficulty adapting to modern times.
- Geas: Reynald's contract is essentially a Geas, which is a magical compulsion to follow any order given. The holder of his contract can command the knight to perform any number of tasks and Reynald cannot refuse to do so unless it would endanger the holder of the contract, or directly threaten his own life as the first Geas to for him to be placed under holds precedence over all others--survive. Under such a directive, when situations appear dire, Reynald can perform incredible physical and mental feats as if guided by higher power in order to live on.
- Elemental Affinity [Lightning]: Reynald is capable of channeling the mana in his body to summon torrents of electricity throughout his person. In theory he could command a strike of lightning at a distance, but uses it instead as a discharge of electricity from his fingertips. The damage depending on the intensity of his attack could lead to electrocution, disfigurement, or even disintegration. Reynald has also been known to augment his sword and melee strikes with his electrical magic which could lead to similar results.
- Supernatural Physique: Reynald's form has been magically tempered, as such his aging process has been all but halted and his constitution against disease and illness are greatly increased. The magics coursing through his body also allows him increased speed, strength, endurance, and reaction speed, but not obscenely so. While he is confident in combating other metahumans, he understands that there are creatures well out of his capability to compete against.
- Knight's Training: Reynald is a top tier swordsman, and with his augmented strength he can swing his blade with precision and power to catch most off guard. Naturally, as a knight, he is well trained in chivalry and combat tactics at a macro personal level.
Weapons/Gear
➘ Knight's Armor: A suit of black steel magically forged to shrug off blows that typical armor of the era it was made in would be unable to. This custom armor is made to fit solely Reynald, and requires minimal maintenance. Although hardened beyond normal means, it is not indestructible, but to severely damage it would be no small feat.
➘ Knight's Longsword: A black longsword forged with the ethereal properties needed to properly conduct Reynald's lightning magic through the blade for a variety of purposes. As such, like the armor it is stronger than the typical steel that the blades of his era were forged from. By no means is it indestructible, no weapon in this world truly holds such a title, but to break it would be a feat in itself.
➘ Knight's Armor: A suit of black steel magically forged to shrug off blows that typical armor of the era it was made in would be unable to. This custom armor is made to fit solely Reynald, and requires minimal maintenance. Although hardened beyond normal means, it is not indestructible, but to severely damage it would be no small feat.
➘ Knight's Longsword: A black longsword forged with the ethereal properties needed to properly conduct Reynald's lightning magic through the blade for a variety of purposes. As such, like the armor it is stronger than the typical steel that the blades of his era were forged from. By no means is it indestructible, no weapon in this world truly holds such a title, but to break it would be a feat in itself.
A Little Snippet of Their Life:
Embers flared at the end of a crudely rolled cigarette as Reynald took a long hit, the burning heat pulled in and held for an uncomfortably length before he expelled the smoke from his nostrils. In the dim candlelight a set of darkened steel armor gave off a fair sheen, the dedication put into its maintenance clear at a glance. This marked the start of a new job, one in a long line of protecting artifacts and individuals of varying importance throughout the centuries. A proud knight of the round in the distant past who accepted the call to further pledge his allegiance to his king. Taken in by a magi with fire in his eyes and a name he couldn't pronounce, his body was lashed with metaphysical chains, insides woven and bound in powerful magic to give him inhuman abilities for the purpose of guarding the holy grail. Reynald did not understand the sorcery that changed him, or truly what had happened to his body, only over the course of his new training in the art of magic did he grasp but a glimpse of his power. As he saw it his body become a conduit to smite those who would stand against the crown, bright blue light coursed through his form and could sear the flesh of those the knight directed it into.
Letting out a deep sigh, the knight put out the stump of smoldering paper against the stone of the floor and stood to prepare his armor. Never was he told that his life would be unnatural along with the rest of his body, nor that the magic that flowed through him also bound him to a passing contract held in blood. Forever in service to those that needed him, he was but a tool to be traded, a stoic knight placed on the chess board to protect his figurative king. Ultimately, Reynald cared not about the artifacts he protected with absolute purpose. Such priceless possessions were not his to desire, and as long as they were safe under his watch, that would be the end of his thoughts on the matter. No longer did he hold the naivete that he was a soldier of god under service to the great king. A shake of his head to clear his mind as the cold metal of his armor set against the leather straps he wore underneath to protect his flesh. A snug fit that most would find difficulty maneuvering in, but to the knight it was second nature. In silent solidarity, the process was completed.
A knock at his chamber let him know they were ready to appoint him, to exchange his contract to whoever wished to own him. The black knight pushed the solid wooden door out of his way and followed his escort to wherever he needed to be, surely he knew not of this structure, but he would in time if it was assumed to be his ground to guard. Reynald had but his thoughts, the quiet breaths he let slip from his lungs, and the consistent sound of metal sliding against itself. What appeared to be a cathedral the knight and much smaller man entered through massive double doors, which shut behind the pair with a clunk of a noise. Only a handful of individuals were present, his old proprietor, the one who signed his contract last time, and who he assumed to be the new one. His escort then had to be the third party to oversee the process. Tall glass panes were the only source of light into the otherwise empty room, illuminating the knight's approach to the alter the two stood across from. Like the times before this, he was simply going through the motions, even their words were but a dull grumble of technical jargon. On a single knee he thought back to times before this, the faces of those he'd serve and how they changed when positions were swapped between receiving him and passing him off. The woman to his right signed slit her thumb, and against the ancient parchment, she'd sign her will. One might think some absurd display would occur from passing on an individual soul from one hand to another, but ultimately when he heard the last phrase direct towards him, "Dost thou swear unbridled fealty towards thine holder of the contract? To follow the will of the beholder without question and to the fullest of your ability?" Eyes chilled by nearly five hundred years of a hardened life looked up to his owner, a woman young and fair. For what purpose they had for him Reynald did not even begin to question; all he did was state his reply as he'd done for hundreds of years. "Yes, my lord."
Embers flared at the end of a crudely rolled cigarette as Reynald took a long hit, the burning heat pulled in and held for an uncomfortably length before he expelled the smoke from his nostrils. In the dim candlelight a set of darkened steel armor gave off a fair sheen, the dedication put into its maintenance clear at a glance. This marked the start of a new job, one in a long line of protecting artifacts and individuals of varying importance throughout the centuries. A proud knight of the round in the distant past who accepted the call to further pledge his allegiance to his king. Taken in by a magi with fire in his eyes and a name he couldn't pronounce, his body was lashed with metaphysical chains, insides woven and bound in powerful magic to give him inhuman abilities for the purpose of guarding the holy grail. Reynald did not understand the sorcery that changed him, or truly what had happened to his body, only over the course of his new training in the art of magic did he grasp but a glimpse of his power. As he saw it his body become a conduit to smite those who would stand against the crown, bright blue light coursed through his form and could sear the flesh of those the knight directed it into.
Letting out a deep sigh, the knight put out the stump of smoldering paper against the stone of the floor and stood to prepare his armor. Never was he told that his life would be unnatural along with the rest of his body, nor that the magic that flowed through him also bound him to a passing contract held in blood. Forever in service to those that needed him, he was but a tool to be traded, a stoic knight placed on the chess board to protect his figurative king. Ultimately, Reynald cared not about the artifacts he protected with absolute purpose. Such priceless possessions were not his to desire, and as long as they were safe under his watch, that would be the end of his thoughts on the matter. No longer did he hold the naivete that he was a soldier of god under service to the great king. A shake of his head to clear his mind as the cold metal of his armor set against the leather straps he wore underneath to protect his flesh. A snug fit that most would find difficulty maneuvering in, but to the knight it was second nature. In silent solidarity, the process was completed.
A knock at his chamber let him know they were ready to appoint him, to exchange his contract to whoever wished to own him. The black knight pushed the solid wooden door out of his way and followed his escort to wherever he needed to be, surely he knew not of this structure, but he would in time if it was assumed to be his ground to guard. Reynald had but his thoughts, the quiet breaths he let slip from his lungs, and the consistent sound of metal sliding against itself. What appeared to be a cathedral the knight and much smaller man entered through massive double doors, which shut behind the pair with a clunk of a noise. Only a handful of individuals were present, his old proprietor, the one who signed his contract last time, and who he assumed to be the new one. His escort then had to be the third party to oversee the process. Tall glass panes were the only source of light into the otherwise empty room, illuminating the knight's approach to the alter the two stood across from. Like the times before this, he was simply going through the motions, even their words were but a dull grumble of technical jargon. On a single knee he thought back to times before this, the faces of those he'd serve and how they changed when positions were swapped between receiving him and passing him off. The woman to his right signed slit her thumb, and against the ancient parchment, she'd sign her will. One might think some absurd display would occur from passing on an individual soul from one hand to another, but ultimately when he heard the last phrase direct towards him, "Dost thou swear unbridled fealty towards thine holder of the contract? To follow the will of the beholder without question and to the fullest of your ability?" Eyes chilled by nearly five hundred years of a hardened life looked up to his owner, a woman young and fair. For what purpose they had for him Reynald did not even begin to question; all he did was state his reply as he'd done for hundreds of years. "Yes, my lord."
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