reinhald
the There Is No Reason Why Someone With A Plebeian Name Should
Not Be A Knight Ore Unicorn
CP: 5
Mindvoice: Bold #AD881D - Low, gravelly, and so easily mistaken for your grandfather who might have smoked a few packs in his time.
Description:
He’s a rather typical looking unicorn from an earthling’s point of view. Most of his hide is a glorious white, but because of his age parts have turned grey and brown, reminiscent of liver spots and greying hair. It doesn’t help that occasionally he’ll have a spot of mange-like problems where the fur just vanishes for a bit.
His mane is white and silver streaked, but cropped short and very uneven, as if he somehow cut his own hair. How? Who knows. His tail is similar, in that the long hairs have been cut as short as possible, and as sloppily as possible.
His hooves, though made of diamond hard materials, are chipped and scratched. They show evidence of perhaps having had shoes installed but never were properly maintained. Likely because he forgot.
His horn is a lustrous, and dented, gold. Literal gold. Not exactly the best metal for something that he frequently uses as a weapon. Thankfully the horn seems to slowly grow (very, very slowly) back into place. It’s almost always dull from too many attempts to joust with it.
And then, of course, his glorious suit of armor. Reinhald won’t be caught dead out of his armor unless he’s dressed in fancy clothing reminiscent of a knight off duty to court a fair maiden. Neither look particularly great on his gangly limbs, ponched belly, and saggy skin. The joints on his legs are pretty much always disgustingly visible.
Personality:
A stubborn old goat would be an apt descriptor. He doesn’t see himself as such, of course, but he’s very stuck in his ways. Unfortunately those ways don’t take his advanced age into account. He’s fierce, brave, and loyal. His morals are fair, even if he’s a bit insulting to those he doesn’t find as on his level when it comes to bravery and strength.
Thankfully he also believes anyone has it in them to become a knight and he will insist on assisting them on this journey, whether they agreed or not. Reinhald puts glory high on his list of goals, of course. A knight cannot function without something to work towards. Whether it's the glory of a maiden’s kiss or the saving of a village from a fierce beast, it doesn’t matter.
Civen will of course be his prime priority in properly training. The poor potato farmer is going to be put through his paces. And while Reinhald is old, he rarely sleeps, like some sort of paranoid mountain hobo guarding its property. Up at the crack of dawn and running drills- some of the drills will be completely useless but I’d like to see you convince him of that.
Powers:
Reinhald’s powers seem rather arbitrary. He’s mainly gifted with the ability to communicate with nature. Trees and flowers will slowly grow around him if he stands still too long. Flowers are one of his joys, and if he’s bored enough he’ll begin planting flourishing garden’s around the property, gently watering them with his powers.
Power 1- Ridiculous Luck: Reinhald’s primary power seems to be similar to a Zhubajie Suina. Considering his tendency to run head first into danger, it’s probably the only thing keeping him alive. If he’s caught unawares by a dangerous enemy, he may trip at the most prime moment, letting the rushing enemy fly over his head and over a cliff instead. While tripping, he’ll of course land in a pile of the softest down and probably find a treasure or two. This power will likely spread through his bond, infecting both Civen and the other bonded creatures as well.
Power 2- Perfect Weather: Reinhald has never had to walk in the rain, or the snow. In fact, there seems to be a small radius of absolutely perfect temperatures and humidity surrounding him. It’s probably the only reason his old armor hasn’t rusted from years of abuse. Anyone riding him should experience the same bubble, even as the world seems to suffer from disaster inside. Of course, this has skewed his understanding of the world- while he’s not actually experiencing the storms, he can see and hear them. Years of this has led him to believe he has experienced them. That storm looks like a cake walk! He’ll say, before dragging you through a hurricane.
Mindvoice: Bold #AD881D - Low, gravelly, and so easily mistaken for your grandfather who might have smoked a few packs in his time.
Description:
He’s a rather typical looking unicorn from an earthling’s point of view. Most of his hide is a glorious white, but because of his age parts have turned grey and brown, reminiscent of liver spots and greying hair. It doesn’t help that occasionally he’ll have a spot of mange-like problems where the fur just vanishes for a bit.
His mane is white and silver streaked, but cropped short and very uneven, as if he somehow cut his own hair. How? Who knows. His tail is similar, in that the long hairs have been cut as short as possible, and as sloppily as possible.
His hooves, though made of diamond hard materials, are chipped and scratched. They show evidence of perhaps having had shoes installed but never were properly maintained. Likely because he forgot.
His horn is a lustrous, and dented, gold. Literal gold. Not exactly the best metal for something that he frequently uses as a weapon. Thankfully the horn seems to slowly grow (very, very slowly) back into place. It’s almost always dull from too many attempts to joust with it.
And then, of course, his glorious suit of armor. Reinhald won’t be caught dead out of his armor unless he’s dressed in fancy clothing reminiscent of a knight off duty to court a fair maiden. Neither look particularly great on his gangly limbs, ponched belly, and saggy skin. The joints on his legs are pretty much always disgustingly visible.
Personality:
A stubborn old goat would be an apt descriptor. He doesn’t see himself as such, of course, but he’s very stuck in his ways. Unfortunately those ways don’t take his advanced age into account. He’s fierce, brave, and loyal. His morals are fair, even if he’s a bit insulting to those he doesn’t find as on his level when it comes to bravery and strength.
Thankfully he also believes anyone has it in them to become a knight and he will insist on assisting them on this journey, whether they agreed or not. Reinhald puts glory high on his list of goals, of course. A knight cannot function without something to work towards. Whether it's the glory of a maiden’s kiss or the saving of a village from a fierce beast, it doesn’t matter.
Civen will of course be his prime priority in properly training. The poor potato farmer is going to be put through his paces. And while Reinhald is old, he rarely sleeps, like some sort of paranoid mountain hobo guarding its property. Up at the crack of dawn and running drills- some of the drills will be completely useless but I’d like to see you convince him of that.
Powers:
Reinhald’s powers seem rather arbitrary. He’s mainly gifted with the ability to communicate with nature. Trees and flowers will slowly grow around him if he stands still too long. Flowers are one of his joys, and if he’s bored enough he’ll begin planting flourishing garden’s around the property, gently watering them with his powers.
Power 1- Ridiculous Luck: Reinhald’s primary power seems to be similar to a Zhubajie Suina. Considering his tendency to run head first into danger, it’s probably the only thing keeping him alive. If he’s caught unawares by a dangerous enemy, he may trip at the most prime moment, letting the rushing enemy fly over his head and over a cliff instead. While tripping, he’ll of course land in a pile of the softest down and probably find a treasure or two. This power will likely spread through his bond, infecting both Civen and the other bonded creatures as well.
Power 2- Perfect Weather: Reinhald has never had to walk in the rain, or the snow. In fact, there seems to be a small radius of absolutely perfect temperatures and humidity surrounding him. It’s probably the only reason his old armor hasn’t rusted from years of abuse. Anyone riding him should experience the same bubble, even as the world seems to suffer from disaster inside. Of course, this has skewed his understanding of the world- while he’s not actually experiencing the storms, he can see and hear them. Years of this has led him to believe he has experienced them. That storm looks like a cake walk! He’ll say, before dragging you through a hurricane.