Galahad Corben

A lonely knight, walks the beaten path. Forging his destiny in blood and steel. The rain spatters against gleaming armor, as sword & shield sing the song of war and death. He stands tall, a beacon of light for the weak against the darkness. A bastion of hope for those who cannot defend themselves.

Lore

Born to the brume

Growing up in the Brume, I grew up knowing what it meant to be cold and hungry. Born to a poor family of a stonemason and a seamstress, my life was doomed to mediocrity and poverty. Yet fate had other plans for me. Due to the losses sustained during the Dragonsong war, and the collapse of the wards. I was drafted as a man at arms, serving as the front line against the coming of the hoard. I cut my teeth on the very Steps of Faith themselves, fighting through the Dravanian masses. Cutting down man and dragon in droves, I walked away from that battle changed.

Many moons after the war was brought to a close.....I find myself shaken, the very knights I idolized showed their true colors as monsters and traitors alike. Using our very faith against us. I partook in the siege of the vault, throwing myself relentlessly into the melee. My oath chanting endlessly in my head, as I cut through the traitors. How dare they betray their oaths?! Turn their back on the very people they were sword to protect and for what?! Power?

Lore (cont.)

A knight is born

This week I'm to be made a knight......I can't believe it, serving under House Durendaire finally paid off. It came at a cost though, while I was helping escort a noble's daughter to Camp Dragonhead. She wanted to see her father for family matters and I was assigned. We were ambushed, cut down like chaff. I took a arrow to my shield arm....yet I remained in the fight.One after another they came, seemingly endless waves of men and beast alike. Wolves of war tore at throats, as spears and shields clashed against axes and blades. One by one we were cut down till only I remained. Pushed back against the ruined carriage I was encircled. Glancing back I saw a lone pair of green eyes peering back at me through a splintered board. They held raw terror at the grisly sight that greeted her. Only one lone defender, wounded and bleeding. A young one at that, one not quite aged by war. Sure I had been in battles, but not many. I lacked true experience......least then.....I would turn back to face the oncoming hoardIt was there I was granted a vision by the goddess. Halone had graced me with her presence......told me my time had not yet come. When I snapped back to reality.....my movements were my own yet not. It was if I was being guided in slow motion by strong yet gentle hands. I stepped into the fray, the men moved like cold molasses. I waded through them like a farmer through wheat. It all became a blur, when I came to I was surrounded by dead. Covered in blood, yet unscathed. I approached the cart and the terrified noble. I could hear her sobbing yet could no longer see her. I told her who I was, and she paused in disbelief. Using a spare axe I cut the door down. Freeing her, with her help I managed to limp with her the rest of the way to Dragonhead. I blacked out after we had reached the gates.When I came to I was met with the Head of my house, it seemed I had saved his niece.....and for that he was to knight me. I had finally achieved my dream......I could help raise my parents out of poverty.....I told him I would accept on my terms. He seemed almost thunderous, though he softened and even smiled and laughed when I told him I simply wanted my mother and father to have better accommodations, and perhaps even better jobs. They were granted in a heartbeat......

The Future

I was sent to Eorzea, after the war.....As more battles drew on the horizon, Ishgard would come to the aid of the new Eorzean Alliance. I was one of many knights who would be sent out as aid, it was there I was injured severely. Discharged from service I had no place to go but home.....yet I instead looked for work in a more....quiet environment. Got a job working as the head of security for a museum. It's slow work....but I've come to love the place.

-Knight of Ishgard: If you've been around the city and the surrounding area, you might have seen the knight in purple patrolling the streets.-Need a helping hand?: While usually quite reserved, Galahad cannot help himself when a soul is in need. No matter how simple or daunting the task, he almost always is ready to help.-Want to spar?: While still new to being a full fledged knight, Galahad served many years as a man at arms. As well as a squire and is no stranger to battle, he doesn't mind a helpful spar if it means he can help someone else be better or learn something new himself.-Gunblade: It seems this knight is not all he appears to be anymore. A gunblade sits upon his back. Not your average weapon for a knight.

Thank you for reading and enjoying my carrd, while still a WIP I am quite eager to expand his story and his carrd.Been Rping for over ten years and a avid writer. Love experiencing stories and seeing what other people create for their characters.Ok with most forms of RP, ERP MUST be story driven. Darker Rp is acceptable so long as there is no character death for my character. he has a long future ahead of him.