"My heart, my soul, my unwavering existence... belongs to the lady..." Name: Protector wraith Garrison Nickname: the lady's pet, her castle, the fortress who walks. Gear: [spoiler]Dark fogged greatsword: a large sword bearing reseblence to the weapons wielded by darkwraiths albeit larger with a massive sword guard. A dark mist seemed to flow from the blade itself. Estus: a health potion. Not going to go into much detail. Modified darkwraith set seeming to be substantially heavier than the original. [/spoiler] Abilites: [spoiler] life steal: he can harvest health with a firm grip on his enemy. Numbness hex: feels and suffers less from injury though becomes temporarily blinded to things on his side's Whispers of despair: a dark orb tracks his foe. If hit they will become more prone to injury. [/spoiler] Bio:[spoiler] within Garrison's life, he had but three true professions. A guard, a killer, and finally, a protector. In his early years, Garrison had found work as a guard due to his sheer size and strength. Many would joke that if the wall were to break, he would simply have to stand tall and no one would know. War broke out years later as a siege tore through the kingdom's defences. Try as he might, Garrison was unable to hold back the tide of enemy soldiers even with his raw power and unnatural force of will. While he had survived the tragedy his old armor layed tarnished and mangled on his injured frame yet his unwavering determination to yield value in himself pushed him forward into joining a much darker path. The path of the darkwraith. Men fueled by the desire to bring forth an age of dark, an age of man. It was here Garrison proved himself to be worthy. initially tearing through their ranks with nothing more than a large slab of steel and tattered armor, he soon was offered a place within the covenant where he raided and pillaged others on his conquest to steal humanity. Even there he had gained a reputation for raw power though with his time amongst them he began to dab into dark magic, hexes. He did not care to become a mage but to use spells to improve his overall capability in combat which he had done with two spells. After some time there was a dislike in his new profession. It was enough to give him value but at the same time it merely felt like a hopeless feeding of the void. Little did he know he was soon to meet the void itself. A young woman in black, what would surely be yet another target was alone in the woods. At the time he did not know what it was but he had an urge. A captivating desire to protect her from the world. Instead of ending her life he took her hand. The girl wished for solitude and he was to grant her this. What he found that faithful day was a purpose. What he found was darker than what any other wraith could claim to had found. What he had found was a woman, who was a shard of Manus's very soul.[/spoiler] [spoiler]I Know Dark Souls 2 is the black sheep of the three but I mean come on. The fragments of the abyss story was pretty awesome.[/spoiler]