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Haine Traugott
Name: Traugott, Haine Mikael Dietrich
Age: 31 (looks 27-ish)
Gender: Male
Job Class: Lord Knight
Nationality: Pronteran
Physical Attributes: Like any other loyal knight, Haine is never seen without his armor. Though, on rare occasions, he takes it off. He may look muscular, all thanks to the full plate armor he wears; but without it, he looks like any other male…slightly muscular, sinewy, tanned and the like. He may not look like it, but his strength can par with or slightly stronger than a raging bull. He is really efficient with hiding his strength, he likes to surprise people.
Some may find him attractive, others not so much because of his cold exterior. He has a mop of blond hair that reaches half-way of his back. Haine keeps his hair tied neatly in a low pony tail. He also hates getting his hair to his face. A pair of burgundy colored pools accentuates his almond shaped eyes. During battle, the expression on his eyes is always ruthless and cold, showing no mercy towards his opponent. Outside of battle, they’re blank and half-hooded.
Despite his age and the weight of the armor he is wearing, he is quite tall. Standing six-feet flat, he towers most of the battalion inside the chivalry. And due to the excess paperwork he has to endure every single day, he acquired a pair of glasses to enhance his eye sight.
Personality: He is loyal to the teeth. Haine is willing to sacrifice himself or anyone just to please his liege and to keep his Oath of Chivalry. Though in contrast, he can be careful with his actions, it may reflect his character. He is also cold and sharp-tongued to his troops, testing them if simple words can make or break them. Sometimes, around certain people as well. But he is quite a well educated man, who studied and mastered etiquette, swordsmanship, some sciences, arithmetic and literature.
He is quite ambitious, as well as a perfectionist and he doesn’t tolerate failure. Haine can be brooding and serious at times, especially at meetings where he has no time to joke around. But there is still that little spot of humor in his human side, he can still laugh and smile; though, he rarely shows this. His anger is probably in the middle, he has patience but it can break when the situation is dire. He expresses his anger verbally, in a sharp, deadpan manner...or knit (see history).Respect and trust? He doesn’t hand it out like candy, one must strive for his.
For others, he doesn't talk much. He's rather a boring person to be with. He's quite shy to people he newly met. He listens, but never speaks or rarely. He covers his shyness by acting like the solider that he is. Towards the Guild he is quite notorious. Comments of him are mostly whiney students who think of him as a jerk and he is a strict guild master. What can you say? You’re applying for a job that needs a lot of physical training and wit—go figure. But, really, even if he is cold, there is still a caring side of him. He cares for everything, especially for his liege and the kingdom. But, he doesn’t show it.
Strengths:
+ Loyal to the teeth
+ A very proficient fighter
+ A pretty well rounded student on his academics
Weaknesses:
- Kakorrhaphiophobic (Fear of Failure or defeat)
- Can keep grudges for a very, very long time
- Can be apathetic and bitter towards the world
- His “perfectionism” drive can drive him nuts
- His ego
History:
"Mercy is bad for the vision, Ruthless will clear it away"
-The Archer, Splashdown (Redshift EP||1999)
He was a product of betrothal between Charles Traugott, a knight and Yvonne Vradica, a florist. Charles was already twenty-six when he married Yvonne who was only nineteen. There was no real chemistry between the two; all that they know of is that their marriage was only for convenience. Lord only knows what the reason is, some say that they got married because Yvonne’s father gambled his own daughter’s hand because they had no money and they were swimming in debt.
The couple mostly bickered and yelled at each other at the first year of their marriage. Duties, who’s doing what, this and that—simplest of things---they fought from dawn till dusk. They bore a child during the third year of their marriage, a boy that they named Haine. Yes, this made Charles proud that he had a son, the Traugott linage will still live on. But then, the price of Yvonne’s life was taken away after she had bore her child. In respect, Charles prepared a funeral for his wife, and being the soldier that he was there is really no room for mourning.
Charles became a dutiful father to his son, but never spoke of Yvonne. The naïve boy would often ask where or who his mother was, as a reply, Charles would only just shrug and ignore it. He promised himself that he would never to tell the boy how his mother died. And soon, Haine grew tired of asking.
Haine started school early; he was three when he learned that there is a bigger world out there waiting to be explored. He learned quickly the materials that the tutor was giving to him and would often ask questions that toddlers would not normally ask. At the same time, Charles was already teaching him how to hold a sword by using Haine’s wooden one. The father told young Haine that he should be a knight, so he could save and defend the Kingdom. Charles would often tell colorful stories of his escapades, from Morroc to Lutie, Yuno to Ayothaya and so-on.
Of course, Haine ate his father’s stories like it was candy. Tantalized by his father’s courage while fighting monsters and helping other people. He promised Charles that he would be like his father, a knight. Charles smiled at his son’s response, but at the same there was a lingering fright that creeps to his veins. He was afraid of losing his son. But the father encouraged the boy to strive hard to fulfill his dreams.
~
When Haine turned eight, he was enrolled at the Novice Academy. He presented himself as a model student there. He was diligent and ready to face whatever instruction their teacher would throw. He showed prowess with the sword, but failed with the other categories. Soon, the final interview before graduation was set place. Haine presented himself with dignity towards his superiors and the answers he gave them were fit to be a swordsman, and was immediately sent to Izlude for further training. He was eleven when he stepped outside the Novice Academy.
His arrival (along with the other trainees) in Izlude was welcomed by the head swordsman named Nicolai Ffamran. Sir Nicolai oriented the trainees about what hardships they will face in the months and years to come. Some of his fellow trainees were already scared to death, but not him, he was ready to face anything…hell or glory. He was assigned to a knight named Vyktor Puccini, a gruff, stone-faced man living in his twenties. Along him is a fellow novice named Morven, who wants to be a crusader. Sir Vyktor wasn’t much of a help, he lets the two discover possibilities, honing their strength and abilities; the only time he approaches them is when they really need him. Vyktor also taught the saying “Acta, non Verba (Act, don’t Talk)” to the two and made them swore to it. Their superior explained that people, especially knights, are weighed by their actions.
As time passed, he and Morven got close. They often sparred together and both of them are equally skilled. They also trained in the wee hours of the morning, whether it be rain, shine or snow. And both of them graduated as swordsmen at the age of fifteen. Haine and Morven often traveled together, from Payon to Byalan and trained there with several others as a party. Their friendship grew stronger and they made friends along the way. The journey was long and rough, and by the age of eighteen, he and his friend parted ways to apply for their second jobs. And a week later, he was now a knight.
The chivalry was a rough place to be, knights, like he, were trying to rip each others throats off just to get the top. Haine wants to earn his place as well; he convinced himself to harden his body and soul. He became merciless and cold towards his opponents showing no sign of guilt or pity. The young knight became a tough competitor, disarming his target in just a few seconds and exposing their blind spots. If he failed, he sacrificed blood, sweat and tears just to be better. He didn’t give up just to satisfy his ambitious nature. Acta, non Verba… he still kept his promise.
~
Haine followed his superiors’ orders, no matter how hard they are, he followed like a loyal dog; doing his best so it’s done right. He participated in missions and several parties throughout his knighthood. One mission took him to Lutie along with several other knights to provide provisions for the cold winter that took place that year. The journey took several months to complete; some perished along the way due to the length, some because of the monster-filled and confusing terrain of Mt. Mjolnir and some to the blistering cold fields of Lutie. The mission was a success, even though there were others who perished along the way.
He also trained several novices under his wing with the same nature his mentor showed him. He guided them for the first few days and eventually let them fend for themselves from then on, only to approach them when the situation is dire. Haine also trained several swordsmen who were about to be knights. The man taught them the works and trained them intensively. Some complained seeking other mentors, while others succeeded. He also never failed to take time for himself to train and prepare himself for things to come.
Despite his busy schedule, he never failed to visit his father, who is now retired from his job. His father was proud of him and the things he accomplished. Charles never doubted anything that will happen to his son. His father finally talked about his mother. He described her as moody, fickle and her cooking can kill a herd yaks. Haine couldn't help but giggle at the description. How bold of his father to describe her like that. And with a saddened sigh, Charles also mentioned the cause of death...him. This didn't move Haine at all, his gaze softened but he just smiled and thanked his father for mentioning. Charles said that if ever he finds a woman, she at least knows how to cook; looks, decent enough...but she has to know how to cook, that's what's important. He also never failed to write to his friends and comrades that he met along the way, especially his mentor.
~
He was twenty when he was stationed in Alberta to patrol. His comrades come and go to the bars to drink or be with someone. Sure, he would have a glass or two, but never enough that he would turn wasted and screw his patrol time. Haine would be described by his fellows as a person that takes his occupation seriously. They often tell him that he'll be aging quickly, he'll never get some "time", a wife even. Haine just ignored their words and just do what he does best...keep quiet.
Months later, he met a blacksmith by the name Minerva. She had deep blue eyes and chocolate-colored hair; she was quite beautiful and a charmer as well. He fell for her, hard. His friends encouraged him to talk, but well, he was far too shy. That was his dirty little secret, he was rather shy around women. He can't choke a single word without stuttering. Ha! So the brave Haine Traugott finally met his weakness.
He and Minerva began talking. She said she was twenty-four. She was not much older than him, but, still...the age difference was kind of uncomfortable. But nonetheless, they were meant to be. He was 'complete' finally. He got his first kiss with her after two months of dating. They were opposites as well, she was child-like and carefree, while was serious all the time. Their relationship went smoothly and lasted for almost a year...until--
She said it was over. She found another. She said she found someone like her, someone who’s aloof and carefree. Minerva broke his heart because of a huntress named Genevieve.
Like any other person who got their heart broke... he was ready to renovate someone's face. His friends consoled him, offered him such things like tobacco and more alcohol. To write a bittersweet, evocative song? He could. But Haine said no, but instead he turned into knitting. Yes, knitting. He had to find more conventional ways other than beating a poring into a pulp. Hey! A man's got to do, what a man's got to do!
~
Haine was twenty-eight when he decided to go to the pilgrimage to Valhalla. The journey was rough and tested his sanity. He was at his wits end and holding at the last strand of hope he clung on to, he made it. He had received the blessing of transcendence; he became a Lord Knight after a long hard journey that consumed every bit of his strength.
Taking things into another notch, he participated again in missions and joining quest parties that took him to new places that tested his abilities. Haine still continued to teach novices, swordsmen and knights to show their hidden potential and the job they’re treading on is not a joke. He still continued to show his abilities as a swordsman by participating in friendly jousts and tournaments. Some considered him the best fighter out there, but to him, he is not. He still declares there is room for improvement for him, even at his rank and ability.
Months later, there was an opening for the spot of guild leader. The former one confessed that he was ready to retire. So he designed a small tournament to test who is worthy. Many, including him, participated. There was a written test that consisted of questions “What if…” scenario questions; there was also an endurance test and the tournament. His peers were hack-slashing away, just to get the position; while he was defending himself and attacking when the opportunity strikes and finally the interview.
He was eventually chosen, because of his loyalty to service and abilities that made him a firm leader. With his training long passed, it finally paid off.
Skills:
Parrying
Two Hand Sword Mastery (Passive)
Cavalier Mastery (Passive)
Ride Peco (Passive)
Frenzy
Bash
Magnum break
Bowling Bash
Aura Blade
Two Hand Quicken
+ Hraesvelgr: A powerful melee attack that consists of three powerful attacks. 10% Chance to break bone(s), 15% Chance to cause bleeding and 20% chance to stun the enemy.
+ Counter Attack(Passive): 15% Chance of automatically striking back when attacked physically.
+Skídbladnir: Basically a buff; Raises person’s defense and attack for at least 4 posts (5 post cooldown)
Special Items:
- A necklace with a silver cross pendant (He's a religious person)
Equipment:
- Full Plate
- Greaves
- Katana
- Two-hand sword [Primary weapon]
- Helm
- Pauldron
- Black Framed Glasses
Trivia:
- Is an excellent cook and he bakes (secretly)
- A germophobe
- Loves to eat peaches
- Keeps his office neat and organized daily
- Likes to drink Earl grey with milk and vanilla (London Fog)
- Owns two tabby cats named Tartuffe and Elimere; but the cat family grew to five. The additions are Adam, Sybil and Oswald.
Age: 31 (looks 27-ish)
Gender: Male
Job Class: Lord Knight
Nationality: Pronteran
Physical Attributes: Like any other loyal knight, Haine is never seen without his armor. Though, on rare occasions, he takes it off. He may look muscular, all thanks to the full plate armor he wears; but without it, he looks like any other male…slightly muscular, sinewy, tanned and the like. He may not look like it, but his strength can par with or slightly stronger than a raging bull. He is really efficient with hiding his strength, he likes to surprise people.
Some may find him attractive, others not so much because of his cold exterior. He has a mop of blond hair that reaches half-way of his back. Haine keeps his hair tied neatly in a low pony tail. He also hates getting his hair to his face. A pair of burgundy colored pools accentuates his almond shaped eyes. During battle, the expression on his eyes is always ruthless and cold, showing no mercy towards his opponent. Outside of battle, they’re blank and half-hooded.
Despite his age and the weight of the armor he is wearing, he is quite tall. Standing six-feet flat, he towers most of the battalion inside the chivalry. And due to the excess paperwork he has to endure every single day, he acquired a pair of glasses to enhance his eye sight.
Personality: He is loyal to the teeth. Haine is willing to sacrifice himself or anyone just to please his liege and to keep his Oath of Chivalry. Though in contrast, he can be careful with his actions, it may reflect his character. He is also cold and sharp-tongued to his troops, testing them if simple words can make or break them. Sometimes, around certain people as well. But he is quite a well educated man, who studied and mastered etiquette, swordsmanship, some sciences, arithmetic and literature.
He is quite ambitious, as well as a perfectionist and he doesn’t tolerate failure. Haine can be brooding and serious at times, especially at meetings where he has no time to joke around. But there is still that little spot of humor in his human side, he can still laugh and smile; though, he rarely shows this. His anger is probably in the middle, he has patience but it can break when the situation is dire. He expresses his anger verbally, in a sharp, deadpan manner...or knit (see history).Respect and trust? He doesn’t hand it out like candy, one must strive for his.
For others, he doesn't talk much. He's rather a boring person to be with. He's quite shy to people he newly met. He listens, but never speaks or rarely. He covers his shyness by acting like the solider that he is. Towards the Guild he is quite notorious. Comments of him are mostly whiney students who think of him as a jerk and he is a strict guild master. What can you say? You’re applying for a job that needs a lot of physical training and wit—go figure. But, really, even if he is cold, there is still a caring side of him. He cares for everything, especially for his liege and the kingdom. But, he doesn’t show it.
Strengths:
+ Loyal to the teeth
+ A very proficient fighter
+ A pretty well rounded student on his academics
Weaknesses:
- Kakorrhaphiophobic (Fear of Failure or defeat)
- Can keep grudges for a very, very long time
- Can be apathetic and bitter towards the world
- His “perfectionism” drive can drive him nuts
- His ego
History:
"Mercy is bad for the vision, Ruthless will clear it away"
-The Archer, Splashdown (Redshift EP||1999)
He was a product of betrothal between Charles Traugott, a knight and Yvonne Vradica, a florist. Charles was already twenty-six when he married Yvonne who was only nineteen. There was no real chemistry between the two; all that they know of is that their marriage was only for convenience. Lord only knows what the reason is, some say that they got married because Yvonne’s father gambled his own daughter’s hand because they had no money and they were swimming in debt.
The couple mostly bickered and yelled at each other at the first year of their marriage. Duties, who’s doing what, this and that—simplest of things---they fought from dawn till dusk. They bore a child during the third year of their marriage, a boy that they named Haine. Yes, this made Charles proud that he had a son, the Traugott linage will still live on. But then, the price of Yvonne’s life was taken away after she had bore her child. In respect, Charles prepared a funeral for his wife, and being the soldier that he was there is really no room for mourning.
Charles became a dutiful father to his son, but never spoke of Yvonne. The naïve boy would often ask where or who his mother was, as a reply, Charles would only just shrug and ignore it. He promised himself that he would never to tell the boy how his mother died. And soon, Haine grew tired of asking.
Haine started school early; he was three when he learned that there is a bigger world out there waiting to be explored. He learned quickly the materials that the tutor was giving to him and would often ask questions that toddlers would not normally ask. At the same time, Charles was already teaching him how to hold a sword by using Haine’s wooden one. The father told young Haine that he should be a knight, so he could save and defend the Kingdom. Charles would often tell colorful stories of his escapades, from Morroc to Lutie, Yuno to Ayothaya and so-on.
Of course, Haine ate his father’s stories like it was candy. Tantalized by his father’s courage while fighting monsters and helping other people. He promised Charles that he would be like his father, a knight. Charles smiled at his son’s response, but at the same there was a lingering fright that creeps to his veins. He was afraid of losing his son. But the father encouraged the boy to strive hard to fulfill his dreams.
~
When Haine turned eight, he was enrolled at the Novice Academy. He presented himself as a model student there. He was diligent and ready to face whatever instruction their teacher would throw. He showed prowess with the sword, but failed with the other categories. Soon, the final interview before graduation was set place. Haine presented himself with dignity towards his superiors and the answers he gave them were fit to be a swordsman, and was immediately sent to Izlude for further training. He was eleven when he stepped outside the Novice Academy.
His arrival (along with the other trainees) in Izlude was welcomed by the head swordsman named Nicolai Ffamran. Sir Nicolai oriented the trainees about what hardships they will face in the months and years to come. Some of his fellow trainees were already scared to death, but not him, he was ready to face anything…hell or glory. He was assigned to a knight named Vyktor Puccini, a gruff, stone-faced man living in his twenties. Along him is a fellow novice named Morven, who wants to be a crusader. Sir Vyktor wasn’t much of a help, he lets the two discover possibilities, honing their strength and abilities; the only time he approaches them is when they really need him. Vyktor also taught the saying “Acta, non Verba (Act, don’t Talk)” to the two and made them swore to it. Their superior explained that people, especially knights, are weighed by their actions.
As time passed, he and Morven got close. They often sparred together and both of them are equally skilled. They also trained in the wee hours of the morning, whether it be rain, shine or snow. And both of them graduated as swordsmen at the age of fifteen. Haine and Morven often traveled together, from Payon to Byalan and trained there with several others as a party. Their friendship grew stronger and they made friends along the way. The journey was long and rough, and by the age of eighteen, he and his friend parted ways to apply for their second jobs. And a week later, he was now a knight.
The chivalry was a rough place to be, knights, like he, were trying to rip each others throats off just to get the top. Haine wants to earn his place as well; he convinced himself to harden his body and soul. He became merciless and cold towards his opponents showing no sign of guilt or pity. The young knight became a tough competitor, disarming his target in just a few seconds and exposing their blind spots. If he failed, he sacrificed blood, sweat and tears just to be better. He didn’t give up just to satisfy his ambitious nature. Acta, non Verba… he still kept his promise.
~
Haine followed his superiors’ orders, no matter how hard they are, he followed like a loyal dog; doing his best so it’s done right. He participated in missions and several parties throughout his knighthood. One mission took him to Lutie along with several other knights to provide provisions for the cold winter that took place that year. The journey took several months to complete; some perished along the way due to the length, some because of the monster-filled and confusing terrain of Mt. Mjolnir and some to the blistering cold fields of Lutie. The mission was a success, even though there were others who perished along the way.
He also trained several novices under his wing with the same nature his mentor showed him. He guided them for the first few days and eventually let them fend for themselves from then on, only to approach them when the situation is dire. Haine also trained several swordsmen who were about to be knights. The man taught them the works and trained them intensively. Some complained seeking other mentors, while others succeeded. He also never failed to take time for himself to train and prepare himself for things to come.
Despite his busy schedule, he never failed to visit his father, who is now retired from his job. His father was proud of him and the things he accomplished. Charles never doubted anything that will happen to his son. His father finally talked about his mother. He described her as moody, fickle and her cooking can kill a herd yaks. Haine couldn't help but giggle at the description. How bold of his father to describe her like that. And with a saddened sigh, Charles also mentioned the cause of death...him. This didn't move Haine at all, his gaze softened but he just smiled and thanked his father for mentioning. Charles said that if ever he finds a woman, she at least knows how to cook; looks, decent enough...but she has to know how to cook, that's what's important. He also never failed to write to his friends and comrades that he met along the way, especially his mentor.
~
He was twenty when he was stationed in Alberta to patrol. His comrades come and go to the bars to drink or be with someone. Sure, he would have a glass or two, but never enough that he would turn wasted and screw his patrol time. Haine would be described by his fellows as a person that takes his occupation seriously. They often tell him that he'll be aging quickly, he'll never get some "time", a wife even. Haine just ignored their words and just do what he does best...keep quiet.
Months later, he met a blacksmith by the name Minerva. She had deep blue eyes and chocolate-colored hair; she was quite beautiful and a charmer as well. He fell for her, hard. His friends encouraged him to talk, but well, he was far too shy. That was his dirty little secret, he was rather shy around women. He can't choke a single word without stuttering. Ha! So the brave Haine Traugott finally met his weakness.
He and Minerva began talking. She said she was twenty-four. She was not much older than him, but, still...the age difference was kind of uncomfortable. But nonetheless, they were meant to be. He was 'complete' finally. He got his first kiss with her after two months of dating. They were opposites as well, she was child-like and carefree, while was serious all the time. Their relationship went smoothly and lasted for almost a year...until--
She said it was over. She found another. She said she found someone like her, someone who’s aloof and carefree. Minerva broke his heart because of a huntress named Genevieve.
Like any other person who got their heart broke... he was ready to renovate someone's face. His friends consoled him, offered him such things like tobacco and more alcohol. To write a bittersweet, evocative song? He could. But Haine said no, but instead he turned into knitting. Yes, knitting. He had to find more conventional ways other than beating a poring into a pulp. Hey! A man's got to do, what a man's got to do!
~
Haine was twenty-eight when he decided to go to the pilgrimage to Valhalla. The journey was rough and tested his sanity. He was at his wits end and holding at the last strand of hope he clung on to, he made it. He had received the blessing of transcendence; he became a Lord Knight after a long hard journey that consumed every bit of his strength.
Taking things into another notch, he participated again in missions and joining quest parties that took him to new places that tested his abilities. Haine still continued to teach novices, swordsmen and knights to show their hidden potential and the job they’re treading on is not a joke. He still continued to show his abilities as a swordsman by participating in friendly jousts and tournaments. Some considered him the best fighter out there, but to him, he is not. He still declares there is room for improvement for him, even at his rank and ability.
Months later, there was an opening for the spot of guild leader. The former one confessed that he was ready to retire. So he designed a small tournament to test who is worthy. Many, including him, participated. There was a written test that consisted of questions “What if…” scenario questions; there was also an endurance test and the tournament. His peers were hack-slashing away, just to get the position; while he was defending himself and attacking when the opportunity strikes and finally the interview.
He was eventually chosen, because of his loyalty to service and abilities that made him a firm leader. With his training long passed, it finally paid off.
Skills:
Parrying
Two Hand Sword Mastery (Passive)
Cavalier Mastery (Passive)
Ride Peco (Passive)
Frenzy
Bash
Magnum break
Bowling Bash
Aura Blade
Two Hand Quicken
+ Hraesvelgr: A powerful melee attack that consists of three powerful attacks. 10% Chance to break bone(s), 15% Chance to cause bleeding and 20% chance to stun the enemy.
+ Counter Attack(Passive): 15% Chance of automatically striking back when attacked physically.
+Skídbladnir: Basically a buff; Raises person’s defense and attack for at least 4 posts (5 post cooldown)
Special Items:
- A necklace with a silver cross pendant (He's a religious person)
Equipment:
- Full Plate
- Greaves
- Katana
- Two-hand sword [Primary weapon]
- Helm
- Pauldron
- Black Framed Glasses
Trivia:
- Is an excellent cook and he bakes (secretly)
- A germophobe
- Loves to eat peaches
- Keeps his office neat and organized daily
- Likes to drink Earl grey with milk and vanilla (London Fog)
- Owns two tabby cats named Tartuffe and Elimere; but the cat family grew to five. The additions are Adam, Sybil and Oswald.