ardbert

Name: Ardbert Schirmer
Age: Appears late-20s, early 30s, though he's been sentient for a hundred years more than that.
Gender: Cis M
Race: Hume (Midlander Hyur)
Classes: Warrior (...of Darkness.)
Appearance: He looks decidedly... average. He's slightly taller than most midlanders, broad from over a decade of swinging an axe around like it was an extension of himself. His body and face are both lined with scars, but he seems particularly fit to bear them. If he were to shave his scant stubble and perhaps wash his face, he would appear much younger than he is- but, facial hair and inherent exhaustion have aged him. His hair is a mousy brown, deliberately chopped short but recently allowed to grow out slightly, sticking up in all odd directions. His eyes are a pale blue- once compared to the sky, but now closer to puddle on concrete.

At first landing, he'll wear a heavy curiass lined with furs, to keep him warm during cool Dravanian nights. His axe is heavy and familiar, and still stained with blood from monsters slain. As he grows more comfortable, he'll likely swap to other styles of tank gear- perhaps somewhat lighter, but still offering some measure of protection. He'll also clean the axe, for good measure. A small, unfamiliar beast will also be found wrapping along his legs- like a crow on four legs, filled with the spice of life. He would die for this animal.
Personality: He's spent his whole life dedicated to a cause- and, in some measure, his death. This dediation lead to failure, which turned him slightly bitter, and turned his temper hot. He's gotten better, as time passed, and more accustomed to it, though he'll still lean into it when particularly stresesd. Additionally, where bitterness used to live in his entire being, guilt has followed. He quite nearly doomed a world with his own hands, and though it was by his actions that doom was stayed, it could have gone much worse. In a sense, his actions henceforth have been a sort of atonement, and he'll readily say that to anyone that asks- he fights because he's done something wrong and wants to make up for it. It won't save anyone who had died, and it won't bring his friends back, but it might take his thoughts off of his past.

That being said, it's not entirely accurate. At his heart, he's a traveler, and he can't stand to see anyone in pain unless it's ultimately necessary. He can't save everyone, but he can save someone. He's willing to throw himself in the front line of danger to protect the defenseless, and this fearless courage can rally people behind him. Above anything, he can lead and plan, and though he doesn't look a tactician, his plans aren't usually awful. He's quick to speak his mind and quicker to act, and he'll barge in when he's needed until he's not needed anymore.
History: He was a farmer's son. Animals came to him like second nature, and if he so choose, he would have had a wonderful life following in his family's footsteps. But, he was a lonely boy, and he always caught himself staring at the night sky and wondering what was to be found in the world. One of these nights saw gave him a gift of falling stars and a voice, begging for help, pleading for someone to hear and feel and think... something. He didn't know what. On his eighteenth birthday, he set out for adventure, without a clue of what the world had in store for him. It was around then that he met Lamitt, and the rest followed.

He was just doing what he was told to do- what he felt like he had to do. People needed help, and there were obvious causes to what the world was facing. If he tackled those, then he could save everyone- save them and end this nightmare. But the monster was his friend being puppeted by the Ascians, and he realized that he was just playing their game- and then he refused to play. He refused to kill Cylva, and he refused to let the Darkness win. And, that was around where everything went wrong, he reckoned.

His world was flooded by the Light that he had created. It destroyed everything in its path. He didn't have time to think, and he didn't have time to act- and he knew that he was a pawn again, but when the white robed Ascian said that he could fix it, he didn't have any choice. One world for another, a life for a life- he could do that. It wasn't just anyone, remember, it was his father- it was Lamitt's sister, it was everyone that they had saved. He led them into sacrifice, he chose this, and he was thankful to have his friends at his side.
...But it didn't matter, did it? They were stopped, and they failed, and it was only by a twist of fate that they were able to do anything about it. They were on the Source for but a moment before they were thrown back home to stop the flood. And it worked, mostly- but Ardbert wasn't allowed to throw himself into the fray with his friends. He had to watch- watch as his friends were reanimated into monsters. Watch as the world (rightfully) turned against them as the cause of this apocalypse. Watch civilization barely hold on for a damn century, until someone came to pick up his pieces.

It was easier to talk to them, this time. It was like finding another part of himself. Maybe he was going crazy, after being alone for a century, but maybe there was something to that. A soulmate, or something like that. He quickly found himself attached to them, the one who filled his place- and, he decided he would die for them.

It was like coming home. He saw his friends, and came to an odd understanding of himself- a comfort, at home in something bigger then himself. And... then, there was another understanding, of him deserving to see more- And then, his feet were on the ground, Seto excitedly wrapping himself around his legs, and his head just fucking killing him. Something was wrong- but, he could help.
Extras:
- Bi and ready to try
- Seto is here as a baby again! A new adventure for them both.
- He's interested in joining the Scions- it feels like something he would do.
- He has omega depression.