Grevin Euvilos

[SavvySavage]

                                           




                                                                                                       Name  : Grevin Euvilos
                                                                                                       Age    : 28
                                                                                                       Gender: Male
                                                                                                       Height : 6'2"
                                                                                                       Caste  : Spell Sword/Exiled Knight



                                                         The history; and Story of the Exiled Knight gone mad.


                                                               Little is known of Grevin Euvilos as he shared little of his past. But not for necessities sake,
                                                                  'nor privacy or mystery. 'Twas far more a common tale of him being a high-spirited and
                                                            virtuous boy, his heart held strong by tales of the proud and noble heroes that history passed
                                                                                down, as if it were tradition and an heirloom to be passed down further.


                                                              And it instilled such valiance in him: Such desire to be one of those heroes; to right the
                                                    wrongs of others while remaining just about it. To keep safe the innocent unable to defend themselves.
                                                                                                   
                                                                                              It was a thing of dreams for him, to one
                                                                     day become a knight in service to the Noble King of the Yietolias Kingdom, and
                                                               to serve as a protector for its people, and the people outside of the kingdom, as well.




                                                                                 Such were the dreams of many a young page, he himself included.
                                                                         Yet his desire for such to be a reality stood out above most, pushing himself
                                                                    past the limits that others would fall under exhaustion from. Limits that he strove
                                                                 to surpass on a day-to-day basis. As such, it wasn't long before he was acknowledged
                                                                      by one of the knights of the Yietolias Kingdom, and brought under his tutelage;
                                                                                  learning the ways any proper knight must carry him or herself.



                                                                            The years came to pass, and each day felt fleeting to Grevin, as each day
                                                                            meant new lessons, no matter how mundane they were; from the knight
                                                                      who had taken charge of him. The same knight who had done him even greater
                                                                                honor by vouching for him when the time came to become a Squire.


                         [size=78%]                [/size]And the very same day his dreams came to fruition;
                                                                                         did they begin to plummet into an ever-waking nightmare.




                                                                            Time passed once more, and things along with it. What had once started
                                                                       out as something glorious, was slowly beginning to wither, and the illusion it had
                                                              cast over the kingdom along with it. The Knights of the Kingdom seemed--, detached. Lacking
                                                                      of the virtue and passion he once believed they possessed. But he further deluded
                                                                   himself, unwilling to think ill of the fellow knights he hoped to join the ranks of one day.


                                                                Yet the truth of the currently veiled, sinful ways of his fellow man would slowly reveal itself
                                                                 with every passing moment, action and word. More so; it was jump started when he, the
                                                                   knight in charge of him, and a few others were sent off to a distant village, one of the
                                                                   serfs there having sent letter of a cult forming in one of the old and abandoned ruins
                                                                  of a fort. The journey there was time consuming, at best; lacking any worth of mention.


                                                                  And even upon arrival; the way the knights acted towards the village folk was less then
                                    excusable. Rough handling, the taking of food without so much as offering a few coins, even threatening them with blades drawn.
                                                    'Twas like common thugs and bandits garbing themselves in armor and passing themselves off as knights.


                                                              Yet still he made excuses for them; that the villagers were somehow in the wrong to deserve
                                                              such treatment. The time spent in the village was short, and the knights desire to spill blood
                                                          obvious: The only real reason they stopped prior was to loose gluttony upon what food there was.


                                                           It wasn't long before they arrived at the time-worn fort, and no sooner did they arrive were they
                                                          greeted with shouts and jeers from the cultists, both from within and outside of the crumbling fort.
                                                       And the knights gladly returned them whilst drawing swords and readying their shields 'fore advancing
                                                        upon the fort; meeting the cultists who' only weapons were worn daggers and surely rusting swords.


                                                         And they remain undeterred in their attack, even when they were falling with relative ease due to a
                                                      lack of armor and skill. The young squire, Grevin, could only fell a few before he felt somewhat sickened.
                                                  If not for the blood so easily spilled; then for those that shed it readily and without hesitation. As if they had
                                                a reason truly worth fighting for. Enough to send them, in but clothes and shoddy weapons in hand, at trained
                                               and heavily armed and armored knights. It wasn't long before those outside of the fort were dealt with, and the
                                                                                      time to make their way inside was upon them before long.








                                                                                              {I will add more once the rest comes to me.}
                                                             {Also not even going to bother trying to figure out how to remove that {size = 78%} BS up there..}

[SavvySavage]

{Updated and will continue adding more until it reaches the current point of the character; Grevin Euvilos. And more as he progresses.}

Current Event(s) circulating around Grevin Euvilos: Further stagnation, and now hesitation. With the number of Wakers(new-comers) steadily rising, he's come to a temporary conclusion that he must pace himself accordingly; lest he give reason for others to strike out at him. However, this does not stop him from his continued practice of giving rise to the undead and animating once inanimate statues; giving them the guise of 'Protectors' of his current home.

{Also; not dead. Just been haggered by the necessities outside of dandy-net-land and such. I'll be more active, and hopefully will rejoin the RP delights when they rear their heads, ugly or otherwise.}