Armus the Lost Commander

Name: Armus Severus, Armus The Commander of Bloodmoon, Armus The Lost Commander Species: Human(originally), Ghost(currently possessing his own armor) Eyes: Purple, glowing, piercing like an arrow Features: Tall, athletic, possesses armor Personality: Very serious, Likes: loyalty, kindness, training himself, and conversations, Dislikes: Betrayal, evil, extravagantness, and laziness Clothing: Medieval armor(smooth and looks organic with no sharp edges as if the armor is an organism) Backstory: "My name is Armus Severus, but you can call me Armus. I'm often regarded as Armus, The Commander of Bloodmoon when i was alive, but now i am regarded as Armus, The Lost Commander. I'm an adult and i would say very mature. I'm quite tall, i believe i am 2 and half meters tall. I would say i'm quite serious and rarely ever joke around. I'm a commander and a royal knight of the Bloodmoon Empire, i was the strongest and highest regarded knight in the empire. My armor was made by the finest blacksmith of the Bloodmoon Empire, I purposedly requested for it to look smooth and organic with no color on it. What happened to me? Well it was quite a long time ago, I was leading the largest army i had ever lead. We were on a journey to kill an ancient dragon who wrecked horror and destruction upon the empire's lands. It was a long and hard journey but my comrades kept everyone's morale high. Once we reached the lair of the ancient dragon, we all prepared for the bloodiest battle in history however, only one would die on that day and that was me. They all betrayed me, kicked me into the dragon's lair and then they all left me to die. I fought hard, even though i was alone and had been betrayed by everyone, i could never give up no matter what. But, in the end it wasn't enough, even with all the injuries i had inflicted onto the dragon, the dragon killed me. I then woke up outside of the dragon's lair, it seems i have possessed my armor and now i am a ghost. Now i roam the land with no direction, lost and alone. I do not know when i will rest nor when i will find peace. I often meet adventurers on their journey, most are frightened by me but quickly recognize me, some do not believe me for who i am and try to kill me but they're usually to weak, and some converse in conversations with me. Bandits and other criminals also come across my path, they usually run away from me but a few try to fight me, those who do never return alive. Other species rarely ever come across me, however all of them have been very accepting of me. The elves and dwarves are especially kind towards me, it might be because i am a human anymore from their prospective. I have met the dragon who killed me, we have settled our difference and i understand the dragon was only protecting it self from and vice versa, we have become friends and often visit their lair as a caretaker."

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