(will do mundane items in a bit)Name:
Born to a small settlement, the young man grew quickly into his role as the settlement's healer and protector. When corrupted food was brought back from foraging, it was his duty to clear it of the corruption. When dirty water could have sickened the entire village, he was the one who must stand over the water and make sure to expend his power to make sure none got sick. When food was stolen from the demons' followers, it was he who made sure that none of it had been poisoned on purpose. It was never an easy life, but in his duty he found a semblance of ... not happiness, but satisfaction, and perhaps even peace.
All that changed the day the demons found their encampment. Anton was out that day, leading a raid on the servants of the demons and they never expected what happened. They had always kept their location secret lest the demons find out where they were and kill them--or worse. But even worse than that happened, an ambush that took Anton and the others entirely by surprise. The only one to escape, Anton ran back as quickly as he could to the settlement where he found little but smoking ruins, ashes, and unrecognizable corpses. Tracks led away, but his skills in the wilderness were paltry and he was unable to follow the demons. Denied even his revenge he slept in the ruins of his home.
It was there, beneath a floorboard that had a strange, hollow ring as he lay his head down that he found his father's armor. Etched in a strange, silvery metal, it fit him like a second skin. Donning it he realized that everything he knew was gone, and that there was no going back to it. He had always put the expedition off as something silly, and he had always had more important duties to take care of. But now... That day he left his home with little left to lose, determined to find something new. Perhaps it might pay off after all. And if not, at least he wouldn't die defenseless like his family and friends had.Combat Roles:
Healing, buffing, debuffing, tanking.