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[10] Knight
Here are my first couple of entries; with hope, I will add a third shortly. These are screenshots taken by the default PS3 game camera, so my apologies for the small size.
American Army Medic Raphael
Back in his SC2 biography, there was a brief mention that Raphael was trained in medicine, so I'm revisiting that idea here. I think I did the best I could with the Creation resources, but I ran out of stickers before I was able to make every detail I wanted to.
Character Biography:
Highlands Warrior Patroklos
Obviously, he's more thematic than historically accurate, but I had fun making him.
Character Biography:
American Army Medic Raphael
Back in his SC2 biography, there was a brief mention that Raphael was trained in medicine, so I'm revisiting that idea here. I think I did the best I could with the Creation resources, but I ran out of stickers before I was able to make every detail I wanted to.
Character Biography:
Even before playing their part in helping to liberate the thirteen colonies from England’s tyranny, the Sorel family had a long and proud military tradition. If a man carried the name, he carried a sword-for a gentleman does not brandish a rifle during peacetime. When the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand became the catalyst for a war unlike any other, Raphael Sorel quietly thanked God that his homeland in the New World had declared neutrality, for he knew that if America joined the fight, he would be obligated to leave his prestigious life as a physician, and that he might not return to see his daughter grow up.
But such a luxury was not to last. When the Untied States declared war on Germany, the scion of the Sorel family announced his intentions to join the efforts not as a soldier, but as a medic, where he could be of more use to the Army (and more likely to return home). Upon hearing this, his father informed him that he was a coward, and unfit to invoke the family name if he would not fight like a warrior.
With scorn and defiance in his heart, Raphael took the heirloom blade with him when he left for Europe and the trenches that had been forsaken by God, determined to save any lives he could in a fight that was not his. What awaited him was a Hell that could only exist in a man’s nightmares, where he has taken more lives than he has spared, and the brutality quickly ebbs away at his humanity.
But such a luxury was not to last. When the Untied States declared war on Germany, the scion of the Sorel family announced his intentions to join the efforts not as a soldier, but as a medic, where he could be of more use to the Army (and more likely to return home). Upon hearing this, his father informed him that he was a coward, and unfit to invoke the family name if he would not fight like a warrior.
With scorn and defiance in his heart, Raphael took the heirloom blade with him when he left for Europe and the trenches that had been forsaken by God, determined to save any lives he could in a fight that was not his. What awaited him was a Hell that could only exist in a man’s nightmares, where he has taken more lives than he has spared, and the brutality quickly ebbs away at his humanity.
Highlands Warrior Patroklos
Obviously, he's more thematic than historically accurate, but I had fun making him.
Character Biography:
He had been weak, once. When he was a boy, his clan’s enemies had come to their very home, wild-eyed and bloodthirsty. They had slaughtered many men that day, with young Pàdair’s father among the dead. But while the invaders had granted the men death in battle, they had taken any women they could get, and that was the last day that Pàdair had seen his sister. His mother had taken him into her arms and they had hidden, away from the enemy warriors and away from the cries of his sister. They had survived, and he hated her for it.
Now that he was a man, he could prove that he was not weak, would never be weak again. Old enough to join the war parties, Pàdair had taken up his sword and donned the cloth of his father, eager to prove himself and to spill blood to avenge his lost sister. And spill blood he did.
His clothes streaked with the vitae of his clan’s rivals and his face painted with woad like the warriors of old, Pàdair fancies himself the clan’s next war leader. More experienced warriors know that he is young and foolhardy, but he will not listen to anything but the singing of his blade. He cannot hear the warnings against his forthcoming tragedy.
Now that he was a man, he could prove that he was not weak, would never be weak again. Old enough to join the war parties, Pàdair had taken up his sword and donned the cloth of his father, eager to prove himself and to spill blood to avenge his lost sister. And spill blood he did.
His clothes streaked with the vitae of his clan’s rivals and his face painted with woad like the warriors of old, Pàdair fancies himself the clan’s next war leader. More experienced warriors know that he is young and foolhardy, but he will not listen to anything but the singing of his blade. He cannot hear the warnings against his forthcoming tragedy.
