Libourg Tundel

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Libourg Tundel

-Appearance

Age:
27

Weight:
180lbs [81 KG]

Height:
6,1

Gender:
Male

Physical Description:
Overall quite physically fit, barrel chested, a stout and bulky appearance made even more bulky due to his armour. Underneath, he appears a relatively calm man, a light blue hue of sapphire twinkling in his iris. His face is mottled faintly with battle, a long vertical scar trailing down his right eye after an encounter with a Carrion-Worm, whilst the rest of his face is undamaged. A thick, jet black beard spreads wide across his jawline and chin, expertly trimmed by his own hand. The hair upon his head would’ve draped down to his neck in an amazing spectacle, however, due to his attachment to his armour, he has had to tie up his hair until a ponytail in order to fit his helmet on comfortably. Overall, he is quite easy on the eyes, some might consider him attractive, some might consider him bland, but it isn’t a worry for him. A rough, but somewhat sun-kissed skin tone his apparent on his skin, however he remains quite pale when looked upon from afar when he’s not wearing his armour. The man is quite tall, the definite height being ‘6,1’ which adds to the intimidation factor of his armour all the same.

Attire:
Usually consists of silk clothing, however he mainly wears a white puffy silk shirt and black silk pants. Fairly apparent with the attire of a noble, but mainly because it relates to what his father wore in the good times of his life.

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-Biography

Quirks:
Positive-
+Unholy Slayer (Righteous justice, cast down one swing at a time to send the walking dead back to their graves!) [Efficient at killing creatures that are deemed 'Unholy']
+Deadly [Strikes fast and true, despite the mans metal shell.] (Increased chance to cause critical blows.)
+Duelist [Permanent] [An artist of one on one combat, an expert in the field of close quarters. Live or die, victory or defeat. The light demands the first option for both.] (Good at fighting creatures individually)

Negative-
-God Fearing (Merrymaking has only made this man bitter, and only bad choices have come of it. Only God has the answer, only the Light will listen... or cut him down.)
-Plague of War [An tickling, persistent lapse of dread from the times of the crusades. Men dying of wounds or infection, swords clashing, the dead wailing... a maddening cry to drive the survivor mad.] (PTSD)
-Fear of Unholy [Permanent] (Afraid of the walking dead or anything unholy)

Synopsis:
Libourg was brought about by the church at a young age, not that he had a choice due to a horrid event leaving him scarred mentally, and as he grew he became more proficient with combat, eventually being sent on a crusade against the Eastern Heretics. He then served as a Northern Warden for the European Court, protecting those of his faith that were higher up in the religious hierarchy than himself. Eventually, he was sent back to his church, and was called on by a messenger to be sent to the Darkest Estate.

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Libourg himself was born into a noble house that held true to the acts of chivalry, and general acts of civil courting and politics upon European soil. Libourg himself had a nice father, and mother, along with four siblings. However, Libourg was conceived before marriage, and is thus deemed a bastard by society. Although his family treated him well, others did not; his presence to other children and noble houses was often scoffed at and usually mocked, making him awkward and somewhat anti-social due to his inability to communicate with anyone. However, with this lack of social interaction, he focused more on study, specifically linguistics, religion, general morality, militaristic documents and so on in his fathers great archive.

At the age of six, Libourg and his family underwent a small visit to another noble house, known as the Laratel family, who had ties to Italian royalty across the seas and generally acted as a merchant family rather than one of militant heritage. Halfway there, a brigand party ambushed the guards as they wore Armour fashioned from the bones of humans and dogs alike. In Libourgs childlike mind, he thought they were the living dead. Thankfully, Libourg managed to escape, but his father and the rest of his family had ran in another direction... his father throwing him his ring upon fleeing the carriage. Later on, Libourg managed to stumble his way through the forest, nearing an isolated church on a hill, where he was taken into arms by a priest, and a veteran crusader marred by time and battle.

Times were rough for Libourg at that time, in a strangers home without his mother and father. Alone. Though the crusader looked out for him, in his own, strict way. For a few more years, Libourg was schooled and educated, until he reached the age of 11 where he abandoned his scholarly research and forced into militaristic training. This was the 2nd hardest events he's ever had to face, where he was beaten, cracked with a flog, and slapped around by the crusader who cared for him if he failed, which he did on many accounts. This would go on until he was 17, grueling training sessions with the long sword, endurance training which included gut punches and carrying stones to the top of the hill and back down. Hell on earth.

Though when the crusades came, where the Eastern Heretics would rise up to instill their God upon the Light, and racial conflict on a grand scale would ensue. The Eastern Heretics occupied a large region of land, though their technology and general military equipment was limited. However, they were still a skilled foe, and battling on the foreign sand was tough for Libourg and his other companions.

He enlisted at the age of 17 as a frontline unit, responsible for charging the opposition. Although the crusades didn't last long for him, they felt like they had lasted a million years, with a million dead to follow. An exaggerated amount, but it was fairly traumatic for Libourg. During his crusade he would meet with a variety of different individuals, and religious orders. Most notably was the Apelion order who acted as both a healing and militant force, acting out with religious fury that even Libourg could not rival. The order would also militarise suicidal lepers, using them as decaying soldiers of war through holy fervor and drug induced rampages, or as gunpowder runners, to run/shamble their way into the lines of enemies, though this has only occured twice, and the attack itself was meant to reduce morale of the enemy to show that they face a force that shows no mercy, and that their faith is superior to the eastern heretics. However most of the time when the time was right, leper spit and other liquids would be gathered in vials, and on three occasions, scouts have been able to sneak deadly toxins carried by the lepers into the food. And not only would the enemy soldiers contract leprosy after a few years, but the lepers had other diseases as well. These lepers however were in short supply since they would usually die.

All the battles he fought in rang out all the same: A warhorn to signal the charge of the footmen, and then the following clash. There were bellows of holy fervor, bellows of hatred and racial slurs being thrown from either side. In the heat of the moment, Libourg did the same, the tone of his voice bared resemblance to the veteran crusader who had trained him. In a couple battles, Libourg only escaped by the skin of his teeth, a crossbow bolt pierced his chest, almost striking at his heart, and in another battle, he was speared through the leg.

He fought for years, and at the age of twenty two, he was taken off the frontlines after applying for the role of a Northern Warden, becoming more independent as life went on. The mans life became rather routine after that, partaking in holy sermon whilst protecting figures of high religious regard primarily in England as he was ordered from priest to priest, bishop to bishop. His goal as a Warden was to protect religious figures, along with carrying out deeds to enact the will of God.

However soon enough the mans bodyguard duties would cease, being called back after long absence from the church he was brought up in. Something urgent had arrived to gain the attention of his stepfather, who was now verging on the brink of death.

Libourg returned, armor and longsword equipped, he would enter the church and reach his Stepfathers quarters. The veteran crusader was being cared for by his nurses and other chapel members, the end times for his stepfather called to him, and he could no longer move like he used to. He was old, dying, and he hated every second of it. Libourg would enter the room, and his stepfather called everyone out so it was just him, and Libourg. He beckoned Libourg closer so he was at his bedside, motioning toward the beside table drawer with a shaky wave of his hand.
'Our brothers are being slain up north, their whereabouts... unknown. I fear...'

His stepfather paused in his old, gravelly voice as he breathed slow, eyes staring wide to the wall in front of him, before his head turned to the left and gave Libourg a serious look. His hand, quivering from a forgotten youth, grabbed onto his forearm tight as he reached for the drawer.
'I fear that something terrible is coming. I have felt it, in my dreams... something threatens to douse the flame. And I fear that it will consume us all in the process.'The mans speech was swift, his hand released from his forearm, and the contents of the drawer contained a writ with the darkest estates seal.

Libourgs duty as a Warden, and an anointed knight by the Pope, is his most important aspect. Valour, and honour must be maintained at all costs, and this order sent down from his stepfather from beyond the grave must be carried out. And so he treads the tainted mud of the Estate, warring with the unworldly foe.

Misc. Notes:
+ A ring made completely out of an onyx jewel, carved intricately with swirling patterns of thin gold upon the crystal surface of the ring.
+ A wide vicious scar trailing down vertically down his right eye, caused by a carrion worm. Also apparent on his barbute.
+ A crossbow bolt scar wound piercing through his left shoulder.
+ Spear stab scar wound through his right thigh.

-Skills & Equipment

Weapons:
+British Longsword
His main weapon of choice appears to be a British long sword, forged from a common steel in south England. The pommel itself has been twisted and hammered into the shape of a burning ember, fashioned from steel and coated in a glittering brass. The grip is wrapped around with criss cross patterns across the surface, made from rough elk leather, tanned and disinfected for a deep brown texture.

The cross guard is straight all the way across, not changing in dimensions whatsoever, yet at the end of each side of the crossguard, the edges have been smoothed down. Materials for the crossguard appears to be the same steel as the pommel, along with the same luxurious coating. The rainguard, also known as a 'chappe', is rounded near the crossguard on both sides of the blade, hammered and wielded into by the strength of a blacksmith. Materials consist of the same iron, however no coating can be seen.

Finally, the blade itself is wide and impressive, with the edges grinded down to have a clean, triangular edge on the left and right of the sword, whilst the middle part remains the thickest. A fuller, beveled into the middle, can also be seen on either side along with the central ridge nearing the end, the material being a plain steel of grittier design, much tougher and harder than the spring steel.

A easily missed feature would have to be a small engraving on the crossguard itself, a German translation of a battlecry Libourg and his fellow german crusaders would use during the times of the crusade when performing a charge.

'Das Licht scheint, der Kreuzzug Ruft, nur Gott wird Antworten'

'The Light shines, the Crusade calls, only God shall answer'

This is primarily used as a form of motivation, to instil the word of God in the lifes of Soldiers when charging head on into arrow and shield, though on occasion this has resulted with Libourg's sword performing the same effect as his Zealous Accusation, where a red hot glow radiates from the blade itself, wrapped around the steel yet not melting it. This has managed to save Libourgs life on one occasion, and it has happened randomly times before. The aura itself that wraps around the blade doesn't last for long, and in Libourgs experience of it happening after using the phrase, it tends to go out after one blow, though the red hot nature of the blade does linger on the steel, but not to a degree where it would bend and mishape the metal if Libourg struck at something or someone.

+Flanged Mace

For a sidearm, Libourg utilities a flanged mace, with the shaft twisted along with a flanged head. The majority of the weapon, minus the grip, appears to made out of wrought iron, specifically the hard variant of iron. This weapon does not have the same effect as Libourgs longsword, and this weapon is most effective against armoured enemies.

+Ornamental German Dagger
A German Noblemens dagger, weathered and torn, passed down from generation to generation. According to Libourg, this dagger has been used as a charm for luck and occasionally used as a last measure weapon, as evidenced by the chips along the blade, probably from hasty parries. For some reason, half of the daggers previous users of this dagger have died randomly through unlucky events. A convenience perhaps? Probably.

Armor:
The majority of his armors material consists of leather, chain and plate reinforcements. The layer closest to Libourgs flesh would be the gamberson padding, thick and very tough, however a stab from a sword or chop from an axe would hit flesh, it just wouldn't go through all that easy. The material color itself appears to be that of a dark red, with rectangular patterns across the gamberson sleeves clear to see.

The second layer are drapes of chain mail, most prominently on his chest and the upper section of his arms. A chain coif also protects the mans neck which ends at his upper torso, and the chain mail on his arms is bound tightly to his gamberson via the use of buckles and leather bits to tie about. All the chain mail is made out of iron.

The third layer is the plate reinforcements, bulky and thick, made out of common steel, slightly lighter steel than his sword in order for sufficient movement within the shell of metal. A shining knight in armour, though not that shiny to depict the stereotypical knight. There's some degree of grit to the texture of his Armour, but not much. His knighthood stands out quite well, if that wasn't already obvious. The plate reinforcements cover all sections of his limbs, mainly on his chest and back whilst the upper section of his limbs remain covered by plating, specifically his hands and shins.

Armour design varies from the varying limbs, the head itself is protected by a visored barbute, scarred from the horrors of the place. Fluted pauldrons protect the mans shoulders on either side, with bevels fixed into the surface of the pauldron to create a nice pattern. A shield crest is strapped horizontally across the mans right pectoral muscle, with a strip of leather fastening it to his torso. Elbow and shin fold guards are iconic on the Armour, appearing like a blossomed flower in design. The gauntlets are heavily plated, bulky and ridged, looking as if it would break someones jaw from a backhand. The plate reinforcements on the greaves are ridged, with a diamond shaped knee guard along with glaring spaces of chain mail being exposed on the left and right side of his kneecaps. Finally, the mans sabatons are pointed and ridged, with faint swirls going up from where his toes would be to just below his knee on either leg.

Other gear:
- A tinder box containing 20 matches.
- Four 100ml of chrism oils held within urns, acting as both a blessing material... and recreational form of fiery purging, should the need arise. [Will purchase on his way back]
- Scroll of healing.

Libourg will recite ancient German scripture on his scroll, where a warm, visible flowing light washes from the parchment. The scroll discolors, turning a ashy white for a moment until the light approaches the individual who has been deemed for healing. The healing itself in moderate cases will rejuvenate them, the Light allowing light-almost medium level wounds to heal them to the performance of his abilities. For wounds that are life threatening or quite high in severity, Libourgs healing magic will simply not work as intended. Instead, it attempts to calm the user instead of actually healing them due to the lack of strength his healing magic has unlike the vestal.

The extent of which it can heal if the divine forces strike true through Libourgs reading of memorized scripture, it can slow blood flow and seal moderately sized wounds like a sword gash across an arm or the chest region. The least it could do is to provide some form of numbing to the pain, along with the increased rate of congealment.

- Scroll of Zealous Judgement.

Libourgs offensive usage of the Light is managed through another scroll with brass patterns adorning both handles of the scroll. His offensive usage of the Light appears to be more strong than his healing capabilities, though Zealous Accusation itself isn't inherently powerful on most foes, minus the unholy. The spell, Zealous Accusation is a short range yet multi-target offensive spell that releases a burst of Light energy resembling a blast of heat bursting out from the scripture.

The magic itself can range from a bright light and a warm touch to skin or bone if done improperly... but if the Light hears Libourgs demands for justice, the vibrant light will grow as if they were looking upon lava, and harsh bolts of pure light would be sent forth like lightning to scorch armour to a glowing red, and to sear skin and bones of those that oppose him. The bolts themselves always amount to two, that only last a few seconds in the air as they strike the two designated foes with outright religious justice. The blinding light itself can be held right after the attack as long as the prayer continues, though this can be outright draining.

-A medium sized satchel, fashioned out of a common leather.

Strengths:
+Powerful horizontal and overhead swings,
+A skilled duelist so is proficient at 1v1 combat,
+High Constitution,
+Trained in hand to hand combat if the need arises,
+Strong Defense.
+Ability to utilize both minor healing spells and moderate magical offensive attacks.

Weaknesses:
-Easily manipulated,
-Prone to outbursts of zealous rage when acts of 'heresy' occur,
-Easily Outmaneuvered by fast combatants.
-Attacks are quite sluggish and slow.
-Easily overwhelmed if more than one enemy opponent is engaged with Libourg.

[relentless]

Made the appropriate changes.

[Bloodtrailkiller]

I noticed a few mistypes in Libourg's sheet, markedly in the third paragraph of the full biography;
"...These was the 2nd hardest events he's ever had to face..."
Along with a few others, though they're rather minute.

I'd prefer it if you found other names instead of direct reference's to Real World locations and foundations. It's not a major issue in your sheet, as they seem to refer more to the general geographic location and are names that don't rightly change with time. But all the same, it would be preferred to use terms that are more strictly geographic such as 'The Isles' for England, 'Western Mainland' or just 'Mainland' for Germany, perhaps Northern or the like to specify locations.

However; Ottomans and The Swiss Court need to be changed, unfortunately. Using the 'Far Northern Courts' for the Swiss Court works, as well as 'Eastern Heretics' for the Ottomans. Examples, but you're welcome to use them ;D
It's also fun to try and tie it to the little lore we have for the Darkest Dungeon. It feels a bit disconnected to reference specific nations like the Swiss and Ottomans.

The main reason for this is to avoid chronological incompatibilities with other charas and the like.

I'd also like to see examples of what wounds Libourg's scrolls can heal and how badly his Accusation can hurt.
The examples will do a lot more than 'medium' and 'hot'. These are calling upon some unspoken allknowing power, not some recipe for cooking steak.

However; your appearances and other details are very on point. It's a very solid sheet, though some very important parts of it will need some work on the issues described.

[relentless]

Changes made!

[rumsztyk]

I have naught to add to Blood's critique. Solid sheet overall.


Temporarily accepted.

[Unter]

nice beard



Pretty good sheet !

It's another approval for me.

[Bloodtrailkiller]

Yooo! There are still a few grammatical errors ("...more stronger", "...german..."), but the more relevant details all seem to be hammered out. With that...

LIBOURG IS ACCEPTED
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