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Fyoré, a young man from a small farming village lived a simple life with his villagers until one fateful night when brigands attacked and set his village ablaze.  Many perished in the chaos, but he and few others managed to fend off those who ventured away from the heart of the village to ransack the group of small houses to the south where he resided.  It has been three years since he fled the burning village and now he is a drifter, bound to no one place.  In those three years he has trained and has become an adept swordsman and a proficient archer.  Skills neccessary if one were to survive in the world as a nomad.  The world has not been kind to him and he shall show no kindness in return, the only thing he shall give is the fatal blow to his enemies. As he leaves the previous town he was lodging in, he encounters a small band of people who seemed too well equipped with weapons to be ordinary travellers.  He payed little heed and continued walking down the worn road, what happened to others was of little concern to him.  As he closed the distance between them he noticed a cloaked figure in the center of the group who walked with a staff in hand.  He never liked spellcasters but he pushed the thought aside since they made no move to indicate any maleviolent intent.  He kept walking in the direction in which they came, but as they finally passed him he felt a cold shiver run down his spine, followed immediately by a firm hand to his shoulder.  He whipped around and unsheathed his blade, ready to strike at the owner of the hand, but as he looked to see the face of his "attacker" he hesitated.  The cloaked figure was a young woman with shoulder length hair and blue eyes, eyes that seemed as deep as any ocean.  Lowering his weapon he asked the spellcaster what she wanted.  She motioned for him to lend her his ear and he reluctantly complied.  As he leaned closer he felt his body become immobilzed and he swore through his half open mouth.
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Fyoré, a young man from a small farming village lived a simple life with his villagers until one fateful night when brigands attacked and set his village ablaze.  Many perished in the chaos, but he and few others managed to fend off those who ventured away from the heart of the village to ransack the group of small houses to the south where he resided.  It has been three years since he fled the burning village and now he is a drifter, bound to no one place.  In those three years he has trained and has become an adept swordsman and a proficient archer.  Skills neccessary if one were to survive in the world as a nomad.  The world has not been kind to him and he shall show no kindness in return, the only thing he shall give is the fatal blow to his enemies.
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As he leaves the previous town he was lodging in, he encounters a small band of people who seemed too well equipped with weapons to be ordinary travellers.  He payed little heed and continued walking down the worn road, what happened to others was of little concern to him.  As he closed the distance between them he noticed a cloaked figure in the center of the group who walked with a staff in hand.  He never liked spellcasters but he pushed the thought aside since they made no move to indicate any maleviolent intent.  He kept walking in the direction in which they came, but as they finally passed him he felt a cold shiver run down his spine, followed immediately by a firm hand to his shoulder.  He whipped around and unsheathed his blade, ready to strike at the owner of the hand, but as he looked to see the face of his "attacker" he hesitated.  The cloaked figure was a young woman with shoulder length hair and blue eyes, eyes that seemed as deep as any ocean.  Lowering his weapon he asked the spellcaster what she wanted.  She motioned for him to lend her his ear and he reluctantly complied.  As he leaned closer he felt his body become immobilzed and he swore through his half open mouth.
  
 
"I know who burned you village and killed you friends.  If you want justice then you shall meet me in Woodhaven Keep to the north, tell nobody of me or what i have said."
 
"I know who burned you village and killed you friends.  If you want justice then you shall meet me in Woodhaven Keep to the north, tell nobody of me or what i have said."

Revision as of 19:55, 14 October 2008

Fyoré, of the Freehold of Woodhaven Keep

”My friends...it has been a honor fighting with you. Now, as we charge to our inevitable doom I have but one thing to say...TO THE END OF US ALL!!!”

Photograph

Biography

A relatively new member to Woodhaven Keep of Rochester Hills, Michigan. He was introduced to Amtgard by Ausar when he found out that Fyoré had a passion for collecting and sparring with various weapons. Fyoré's first hand made weapon was a six foot staff, and he proved to be a admirable adversary the day he joined in battle. He is still assimilating to the rules of the game but he can hold his own. Recently he has taken a favor to long sword and shield and his eight foot polearm. He also owns three different sized bows (two short, one long) and is in the process of constructing a scythe. He is currently a level two Barbarian and a level one Archer (Updates when possible).

Persona Background

Fyoré, a young man from a small farming village lived a simple life with his villagers until one fateful night when brigands attacked and set his village ablaze. Many perished in the chaos, but he and few others managed to fend off those who ventured away from the heart of the village to ransack the group of small houses to the south where he resided. It has been three years since he fled the burning village and now he is a drifter, bound to no one place. In those three years he has trained and has become an adept swordsman and a proficient archer. Skills neccessary if one were to survive in the world as a nomad. The world has not been kind to him and he shall show no kindness in return, the only thing he shall give is the fatal blow to his enemies. As he leaves the previous town he was lodging in, he encounters a small band of people who seemed too well equipped with weapons to be ordinary travellers. He payed little heed and continued walking down the worn road, what happened to others was of little concern to him. As he closed the distance between them he noticed a cloaked figure in the center of the group who walked with a staff in hand. He never liked spellcasters but he pushed the thought aside since they made no move to indicate any maleviolent intent. He kept walking in the direction in which they came, but as they finally passed him he felt a cold shiver run down his spine, followed immediately by a firm hand to his shoulder. He whipped around and unsheathed his blade, ready to strike at the owner of the hand, but as he looked to see the face of his "attacker" he hesitated. The cloaked figure was a young woman with shoulder length hair and blue eyes, eyes that seemed as deep as any ocean. Lowering his weapon he asked the spellcaster what she wanted. She motioned for him to lend her his ear and he reluctantly complied. As he leaned closer he felt his body become immobilzed and he swore through his half open mouth.

"I know who burned you village and killed you friends. If you want justice then you shall meet me in Woodhaven Keep to the north, tell nobody of me or what i have said."

With that said, she and her companions vanished without a trace, no doubt with the aid of magic. Fyoré regained his balance after the spell was nullified and looked back at where he saw the woman disappear.

He turned towards the north and started walking.

Affiliated Groups

Belted Family

Notable Accomplishments

  • Champion of Spencer Keep (Disbanded)

Additional Images

  • Link to image 1
  • Link to image 2

More Information

  • Fyoré plays the MMORPG Guild Wars frequently under the names Kratos the Vigilant and Acolyte of the Mind (ADD ME!)
  • Myspace