Utterly Mad

State your name: "Tyrid."
For what purpose have you traveled to Darvic: "My brothers-in-arms all lie dead. Nothing for me back from where I came. Might as well start anew."
What land do you hail from: "Karthus. Born and raised in Nokturnus."
What do you carry: "My armor, pillaged from one of the countryside mausoleums. It's worn, but it works. I also have my blade, of course, and my bearded war axe." Tyrid's armor is ancient iron plate with a helm, incredibly worn and rusty. It's been jury-rigged here and there, tied together with frayed rope in some joints. The helm is round and heavy, with protrusions like the bars of a cell covering his face. He wears a billowing fur cloak, moth eaten and dusty, over this. (Think the Yahar'gul set from Bloodborne.) The sword is long and narrow, double-edged, with a pitted iron blade and a hilt wrapped in old rope. The axe is an ancient item of corroded bronze, with a hook-like, bearded blade and a solid bronze handle.
What do you look like: He responds with a grunt. He's tall, dark, and rangy, with sinewy limbs full of lean muscle. His black hair is cut short, and he has humorless green eyes.
What have you done before this: "I was a brother of the Mortuary Knights for a good few years. It was good work. What you didn't have, you could find, all in those damned crypts covering Karthus. None of our enemies could see us coming. We looked too much like the other blasted relics."

Vim: 6
Vigour: 6
Agility: 5
Strength: 6
Skill: 7
Mana: 0
Luck: 0