Mikael - The Keillar Enforcer

Character Name: Mikael
Played By: Mikael
Dimension/Country: The Keillar Strongold
Race: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality: His wisdom belies his tender years. Although shrewd and unforgiving on the exterior, he doesn't have a heart of stone and has been know to fight long and hard for personal allegiances.
Class: Warrior
Written Description: Carrying his rare and valuable Pyros Blade, Mikael is a hardened warrior, who has fought against many a fiend, many a force and many a fellow warrior. His armour bears the scars of battle, and he wears it with pride. These scars are his trophies, as he treasures nothing more than his own life, and the life of his allies. These scars remind him of the near misses, as well as prove the durability of the armour itself. Known to charge headfirst into battle, Mikael is a 'slash first, think later' type of fighter. He is a master swordsman, and is also trained in unarmed combat. He knows not of magics, deeming them untrustworthy forces, instead relying on his own strength and quick thinking to see him through any situation.
His physical appearance is of long black hair, steel body armour with various slashes and marks, chain mail sleeves, steel gauntlets, armoured platelegs, and steel boots. He wears a long black cape, and his only weapon is the Pyros Blade.
Character Sketch: (I have no sketch... I've no aptitude when it comes to drawing... seriously...)
Character Bio/History: Mikael was brought up by his father, as his mother died during childbirth. Because of this, they were exiled from their home village, forced to live as scavengers, roaming from city to city, selling any junk they may find. His father was a crafty man, who had a wicked way with words. Managing to get food and drink every night for his son, Mikael's father was content to live in this way. Not Mikael however. He wanted to make more of his life, and one day, as his father was attempting to sell some old swords he'd collected from a battlefield, he took one of the swords and began hitting logs, stones, anything that didn't crumble straight away. Several years later, Mikael was a lot stronger, and had developed his own left-handed swordsmanship. He joined a gathering force when he was seventeen and quickly rose up the ranks, thanks to his now equally gifted tongue to that of his father. Once he was within touching distance of actually commanding the force, he had to prove his battlehardiness. A training battle was set up, where Mikael almost killed his opponent. From that moment, he had become a powerful commander, and led a force into what was eventually a fruitless battle, but killing over 200 men in the process.
He sought refuge, eventually finding it in the Keillar Stronghold, where his abilities and power were not unnoticed, and he was promoted to the Enforcer for the city.