Trial-Dyle-Run

<font color=#454440> Knight of Focalar. </font>                                                                                                                                                                      <body background=https://i.gyazo.com/857842fd15904b9085c98c761698d432.png>


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<font color=#AFACAB face=Candara size=3> <i> Let justice be done, through the heavens fall. </i>


A man stands before you at a moderate height of 6ft 1, equipped with a full set of armor. His facial features are mostly covered so people mainly identify him from his gear, known as one of the only people to actually wear his armor religiously or at least he used to. No longer does the man wear his iconic, helmet but rather it is strapped to his side instead. You'd come to see a face belonging to a young adult, his face roughed out over the years with a stoic expression written on it. The look in his hazel eyes tells you that he's not foreign to the battlefield. His left arm is artificial,  crafted workpiece made by what Evan would refer to as the Greatest Runesmith of his time. Runes littered the man's prostethic and skin alike connecting the two together allowing for movement. An incredible piece of work indeed. He is a man known for his few words and loud actions, quick to act rather than debate. He isn't one known to dabble in trifle matters or courtesies and as if though to represent that is the greatsword which rests upon his back. His left eye, an elegant prosthetic created by none other than Adrian Montbell himself. The alloy, in addition to the runic inscriptions has offered him the gift of sight once more. Brilliant blue light emanates from the center of his metallic iris.


Despite all the things that has been taking place in Argatha, Evan continues to fight and push forward.
To repeat the process of throwing himself in the flames of battle and danger so that others need not to.
He aims to be the shield of his nation.
A man that can protect those he sets out to and get the job he takes upon himself done by himself.
To do this, it of course takes trial and errors most of which one has to suffer severe consequences be it physically or mentally.
Sometimes the cost for glory is painful, dreadful yet you have to keep moving forward.


 I will shoulder the burden.


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