Name: Sir Knight Artorias
Covenant (If applicable): Not Applicable
Sir Knight Artorias despite his legends and stories shared amongst humanity is a rather oblivious and above board but down to earth person. His rather comedic relief personality amongst the four knights due to being the youngest and perhaps most immature was often appreciated but discouraged.
Artorias was at the very least able to control his less than optional wisdom at the best of times during citations that required concentration and seriousness. Otherwise he would normally act himself, and show kindness and genuine interest in lords and humanity alike.
Artorias really took a liking to animals, especially Sif. He is generally a fearless individual on the outside but is perpetually panicking on the inside, he is extremely self conscious about his legs and the thinness of them alongside the patches of paler skin. He has severe trauma in regards to the abyss and beings pertaining to such a place alongside abyss-related mood swings which come and go.
Hair color/style: Wild, shoulder length black hair with white streaks through it.
Physical description: Artorias has quite the lanky physique, which is uncommon for a knight who uses weapons like he does; he has extensive scarring from his dance with manus in the abyss. His flesh is lacking pigment in certain areas due to effects of the abyss which in turn has affected his hair. Artorias’ left arm was severely damaged but sought healing, it didn’t provide full healing but it healed enough to grant functionality.
Sir Knight Artorias’ story begins towards the end of the dragon war, where he served alongside the other four knights before the quartet was even formed. Artorias’ main focus during the war was working to hold help command and hatch battle strategy rather than face dragons head on to begin with as a young knight.
After his induction into the Four Knights of Gwyn and being assigned the title of ‘Abysswalker’ by Lord Gwyn himself, Artorias took it upon himself to set a good image for knights in Anor Londo that wasn’t just cold, calculating and militaristic. He prided himself on offering help to those in need outside of Anor Londo despite holding such a high rank in the military and Anor Londo generally.
It was soon after that Artorias would be wandering the areas of Darkroot to come across an orphaned greatwolf who he would soon come to know as his greatest friend and companion; Sif.
Artorias was well known for his unorthodox fighting style by incorporating acrobatics in with general and rather whimsical use of his greatsword and shield; catching most foes and friendlies off guard with the sheer amount of stupid luck or skill such abilities would require to pull off.
Whenever the time came, Artorias eventually took upon Gwyn’s request to battle the abyss at Oolacile. Even with his attempts to defeat Manus in one to one combat after making attempts to evacuate the remaining populus of Oolacile; he was at a severe disadvantage and loss once Manus damaged his arm almost beyond repair. Retreating with his head hung low at the loss and inability to preserve Oolacile and her people; Artorias opted to never return to Anor Londo due to the extreme guilt and shame which weighed upon his shoulders, almost fearful for what Gwyn and the other knights would think of his failure.
Not only had he faced severe injury but minor abyssal corruption which influences his general behaviour with ailments such as mood swings and severe trauma alongside horrendous nightmares from residual abyss residing within his body. His flesh began to grow paler in certain spots which in turn influenced the pigmentation of his hair, all of which greatly distressed and upset Artorias but at the very least the physical side stagnated at a manageable level; only leaving the emotional turmoil as the larger issue.
His fragment of the lord soul was slightly corrupted by the abyss, which is the root of all of his ailments and he actively is now searching for a way to alleviate the symptoms.
With his wounded arm and equally as so pride, Artorias set sight for newer pastures beyond Anor Londo so that none within Anor Londo may follow or find him to shame him of his failing at Oolacile. Heading for the lands of further away from Anor Londo with his great companion Sif.
On his journey to such lands Artorias would seek healing for his damaged arm; soon beginning to regain functionality after training and gentle use. Now opting to train his right hand to wield his sword with the shield in his left due to the inherent weakness.
He faced many hardships and recognition on his journey which brought mixed emotions and reflection upon his title ‘Abysswalker’ soon casting such things to the side as it brought too much turmoil and internal strife to his soul; feeling undeserving of such a title whenever someone else had taken the victory in slaying Manus, Father of the Abyss for themselves despite what legends would say. Often finding himself in the position of having to explain that he was not the individual who slew the twisted abyssal abomination, only further bringing back such feelings of guilt and shame associated with not being able to finish the job nor save more people from the clutches of the abyss.
Artorias now-a-days finds himself as a wandering knight completing quests for those in need, trying to find a new purpose to once again feel fulfilled in life, to give himself purpose he lost a long time ago. Most days he finds himself in places where he may rest and speak with the local populus, regaling them of stories from long ago in Lordran and of the great Anor Londo and her residence; having learned to tell such stories through song on a lute from a man who took pity on his strife to help cope with his shameful past.
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