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I'm going to change format a hair for posting a scene I'm interested in. I'm going to describe a character and his backstory, and leave it for people who may be interested to talk and plan out other characters that may become involved.
Without further ado, let me introduce you to Sir Marcus Varil!
(yes i know its the king of Jerusalem from kingdom of heaven, but the image serves the character well. This is not a desire to play character's from that movie!)
A long time ago, Marcus was a hearthrob among ladies of court in the province he was knighted under. He was known for his love of music and literature. He was as much the cultured diplomat as the errant protector of his province, strong and loyal. He accepted a mission to put to death the haunted master of a mansion in the northern mountains from his lord. He prayed to the patron saint of paladins before setting off, a song on his lips.
The castle was indeed haunted; the lord of the manor once known for a fair hand in matters of court had retreated into his halls, forgetting the needs of his people. Over many years, he withered away and became a malevolent spirit. People disappeared in the lands surrounding his cold mountain citadel, and his barony fell into ruin. Sir Marcus drove the spirits of those slain at his hands away, granting them eternal piece with prayers to his Gods. He ascended the central Dias and challenged the baron's ghost himself.
"You will not harm another as long as I live, my promise to heaven!" he shouted in a war cry, shattering the creature's body in a single sweeping blow. The victory felt too easily earned, a feeling that would soon be proved true.
"Foolish mortal, you have released me from a torment now you must share. The master of this castle is forever damned to have the visage of a monster and to be hated by his people!" The baron's voice echoed through the halls. "You will be given this land as a reward from your king, no doubt, and you will soon feel my exquisite pain. On your thirtieth year, you will perish as I have. Your soul will haunt these halls for an eternity, as your soul becomes as hideous as your face!"
The curse proved true. After receiving the land as a reward for his actions, Sir Marcus' skin began to fall apart. He was rejected from court and lost all his prestige. Now, twenty-nine years of age, he sits alone in an empty castle, attended by nothing other than his tormented thoughts. Over the four years he was lord of the cursed palace, he had tried to find a way to break the spell. The priest's remedy caused him to break out in anger, tearing down the heralded banners of his great hall.
"If you can find someone to love you for who you are beneath that mask, then the Goddess of Life will remove the curse from your shoulders. She cannot save you from yourself otherwise, it is her way."
As his thirtieth birthday slowly approached, he sat on an empty throne, overlooking a doomed province.
There was no hope, a loyal servant is forever damned.