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This is an accumulation of my original characters that have been used in roleplays and can be used for any type of roleplay!
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Harlock Dietrich Age: 38 Height: 6'4 Eye color: Hazel Profession: (depends on rp) ( canonly — warrior , guard , soldier, Knight Commander ) Sexuality: complicated - attracted by getting to know a person first, then physically attracted afterwards Roleplay preferred setting: Fantasy & Medieval
A descendant of illegitimate royal blood, Harlock was the son of the youngest brother to a previous king. His claim to the throne had been very distant, though he never openly spoke that he ever wished upon it nor acted upon or against it. Harlock was trained ever since a young age to fight and to defend with a sword and shield. A warrior through and through to the core of his bones.
Though he may be just a human, he is able to pack a punch thanks to his highly trained physique and mentality upon growing up. Harlock is able to realistically take on a band of four men single hand since much of todays warriors seemed to lack the core foundation of why it is that people fight, regardless of origin and background.
Due to his position, Harlock barely has any spare time for himself. If he wasn't training, guarding the royal family, defending, or strategizing attack plans or movements for defenses, he could be found in the Royal Library of the kingdom reading old story books from novelists and scholars.
Harlock isn't fond of socializing when he doesn't need to. He enjoys his peace and quiet when off duty.
He lives by a code of honor among previous warriors, though he shows mercy most times he hasn't shown mercy to those who he does not see redemption within them.
You've seen him countless times before, with your father, the king. You've memorized the effects he had on others and when he entered a room behind any royal member. Immediate silenced followed after as the sound of heavy leather boots met wooden floorboards or the marble in the corridors flooring. How the light chainmail underneath all that leather clicked and tingled with every step he took. How his eyes gloomed and glared at all those within presence, and how they landed on you, always lingering for several seconds before they turned to loom elsewhere.
A long fine and eye catching war-sword was always strapped to that thick leather belt that wrapped around his waist and across from it, at the other side a much more shorter but sharper sword, both stowed safely away in their black and golden sheathes. His clothing was something else too. All guards wore heavy plates and armor, but he wore leathers across and through, not a hint of metal on top of him other than the light chainmail underneath, likely to prioritize speed instead of strength or protection.
Harlock was the right hand man to the King, holder of the title of Knight Commander. That meant that the kings life along with his family was Harlock's priority. And soon yours was going to be his own.
