a chill wind blows through the night, carrying with it the sound of swords clashing.Darvin was involved in a duel,against quite a talented swords-man,for his honor.He was a night, and followed a rigid code of guidelines and rules. As he nears the place he was going,his blade slashes through the night,the blade going through the others heart,to end it quickly and painlessly.As the other falls,Darvin gently grabs him and lets him down softly,putting his sword and shield upon his chest,and closing his eyes.He says the knights prayer Akara Knigtakga Shramana (Take this knight into your embrace,mother Earth -roughly translated.) He cleans his blade upon the ground,sheathing it and turning awayHe turns to the tavern,his head down. He wears black armor,with red lines on the armor. Upon his chest is a sign signifieing a knighthood. His hair is long and blond,his eyes ice blue. He is 6'8, and 300 Pounds,without his armor,Stout and very well built. He has learned to move stealthily and swiftly through incredible training. When he walks in,he heads to the bar and takes a bottle of Fire Wine from the shelf,and adds the contents of a pouch into the bottle,turning it to ice wine. He takes a swig,then sighs,weary and tired.
A/N: This is my first fanfic here, so R/R. This is a character I will be using fora Jake long story, back in the medieval times. Any suggestions would be appreciated