| Han Valaint | |
| Nickname/Aliases: | The Valiant |
| Name of guild and clan: | Titan, The Brigade of the Radiant Blade |
| Title: | Knight |
| Date of birth: | 23 years ago |
| Class: | High Paladin of Stroheim |
| Alignment: | Lawful Good |
| Race or Species: | Human |
Gender: |
Male |
| Other Forms: | None, I care not for the arcane art of transformation |
| Eyes: | Gray |
| Hair: | Golden |
| Skin: | Lightly tanned |
| What do you look like: | Tall, muscular human with long hair, a large scar over my left eye and a draconic tattoo on my right arm |
| Describe your attitude: | As my name suggests, I hold the Olde Code within my heart. I am a slayer of evil and champion of justice, and I hate the ignorant, the arrogant and the rude. Too bad I'm not as tolerant as I should be. |
| Biggest character flaw: | Definetly my intolerance for those who do not deserve respect |
| Personal Quote(s): | "Never let go. When you find it, you will know." |
| Parents: | Xavier Valiant (father) and Jade Valiant (mother) (both dead) |
| Sibling(s): | Caden Valaint |
| Husband(s) or Wife(s): | None |
| Children: | None |
| Guardians: | Heironeous, the Deity of Valor |
| Close friends: | Tavin, High Archer of Pardee, Regent Aster of Stroheim |
| Worst enemies: | Those who violate the Olde Code, tainted Paladins, all who commit dark rituals and evil acts |
| Pets and their names: | My pseudodragon, Exalt |
| Favorite Color(s): | Gray, Brown, Black, Silver |
| Favorite Creature(s): | Dragon |
| Favorite Drink: | Mead |
| Favorite Food: | Beef of any kind |
| Favorite Weapon(s): | My Broadsword: Eclesis the Demonslayer |
| Favorite Belonging: | my Dragonbone amulet |
| Favorite thing to wear: | Sleevless jerkin and Slacks; My Breastplate "Armour of Marz" |
| Favorite Song: | Oh Angel! |
| Things you collect: | Rare coins, gems, blessed or holy items |
| God(dess) you worship: | Heironeous, God of Valor |
| A dream or goal you have: | To be the greatest Paladin in existance |
| Hobbies: | Training, playing flute |
| Favorite thing to do: | Fight, talk with friends, nap, sing |
| Something you are good at: | Fighting, singing |
| Favourite body part on you: | Ha! All of me! |
| Favourite body part on the opposite sex: | All of it! (just because I'm a Paladin doesn't mean I swear to oaths of chastity) |
| Tattoos or Birthmarks: | Draconic tattoo on my right arm, no birthmark I can see |
| Piercing(s): | Does a crossbow bolt shot through my shoulder count? |
| Best place to hang out: | Forests |
| Where do you sleep: | My bed, forest floors, Suites in Taverns |
| Important lessons you have learned: | Never attack when you don't know your enemy's capabilities, help when you can, respond to insult with swift, deadly revenge. |
| Best Advice: | Do NOT violate the Olde Code! |
| Words or phrases you overuse: | "Inhale. Slay. Exhale." |
| Most awesome experience of your life: | Having been taken in and trained by Regent Aster Torent |
| Scariest thing you have ever done: | Almost fall off a cliff while trying to bottle a Fairy (still having flashbacks) |
| Stupidest thing you have ever heard someone say: | I can't list them all |
| Funniest experience: | My friend Tavin yelling "Time Out, TIME OUT! I bit my tongue!" in the middle of a fight against a band of Goblin Warriors |
| Brief History: | I grew up casually in humble surroundings. My father was a fighter for the small town I grew up in, and he trained me when I was young. When I was about 12, A great fire broke out in my village. Only a few commoners and myslef were left alive. I ventured in the plains outside the smoldering hamlet, foraging and stealing what I could. I came upon what seemed to be a carcass of a dead Warrior Mage, but when I tried to pick up his backpack, the man awakened quickly and lifted me to his eye level. After exchanging small talk (barely able to keep from screaming in fear), the mountain of a man took me back to his manor. I read on the way in "Torent Manor". He finally introducd himself as Regent Aster Torent, the overseeing noble of out lands and member of the Titan Clan. I was allowed to grow up in his manor if I earned my keep, but I got a small bonus: he trained me in the art of combat. When I considered my training over, I set out to the world to slay denizens of darkness and left my master unburdened. |