Sorondos Ivance III

Name: Sorondos Ivance III

Age: 21

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: Snow white generally in a rouge knot.

Eyes: Deep Ocean Blue

Weight: 245 lbs.

Height: 6' 4''

Weapon: Lance, with the blade coming from the mouth of a dragon at the top of the shaft. On his command it can either emit an icy aura or a fiery aura.

Armor: Scale mail and plate mail, and spike gauntlets with Razor like spikes on the gauntlets, a emblem of a dragon is engraved into the chest plate

Strengths: Ivance is somewhat balanced fighter, and tends to keep it that way. His greatest defense is generally his armor, the gauntlets to be precise.
He is unrivaled at his weapon trade of hand to hand, and of the lance.

Weakness: He tends to avoid horseback battles, as he is scared to death of horses, a fear from his youth, and that of water, well swimming to be exact. He has a rather nasty weakness to magic, as well to electricity.

Skills/Magic: He has an abnormal ability to jump, its said unhindered he could leap to the top of Hyrule castle, but thats just hearsay. There is a rumor that this man is in possession of an artifact, that could possibly slow or increase the flow of time, even put to a dead halt. Its shape is that of an everyday pocket watch. The limitations lay with the inter workings of the watch, it can only be used so much at a time lest risk it breaking during this, it can only protect the user so much from being effected as well. Even if he/she halted time, even then they would move at a slow pace.

Appearance: The black workings on red trim of his armor is distinct, and typically wears a brown cloak to hide some of his large frame, even though you can hear the tale tale signs of metal scraping metal as he moves. His eyes seem to pierce, like that of a dragon, the soul many have looked and couldn't pull away from his gaze. He has fair features, but from many battles his face is weather beaten and tough as leather, his skin tan from being in the sun on long travels. He has the makings of a goatee, and it is wild. His lance, strapped to his back doesn't, amazingly, stand out on his body nearly a head taller than himself. Although a pocket watch of brass seems to be off set by everything else about the warrior.

Personality: Personality: He is to those whom are close to him, very kind willing to do anything if needed for them. Though due to his size and appearance he has none that many can remember. He is very chivalrous, and will defend any woman in trouble, this has gotten him robbed, and beaten and ran out of a town naked before, although he is more careful now he still would defend those whom he doesn't know. In battle he shows respect to his enemy , as they show it to him. He only stops if they surrender or lay at his feet dead. He has broken away from a battle to protect some others taking the blows for them. He likes to be around people, and soak up their cultural, he loves the song and dance, but isn't very fond of excessive drinking, and being rowdy. He has a belief he shared with his father, that we are judged by what our hands have done. that our deeds will reflected what we receive in death, and your armor and weapon is to be passed down from father to son. He will most likely be found in a tavern or some where in a town that is filled with people, as he enjoys their company. He typically buys what he needs when he needs it. He acts like any other average joe in public.

Biography: Ivance doesn't know much about his home life, he doesn't remember his mother much. He knew she died shortly after giving birth to his siblings, He was fourteen when his father first started to teach him to fight. They lived in a forest area, it was a dangerous place, but being poor they didn't have much choice. The woods were not in the kingdom's domain, but his father always told him as grew, "Aim to live in the kingdom, be a knight, live with what we never had." He was taught to be a knight, but this was informal and likely hood of him being knighted were slim. The dream of being something greater than a woodsman's son was the drive he needed. A wizard taught him basic things that he would need to know, although when asked to preform some magic, he turn and say "I taught you didn't I?" at this they would all laugh. Until a plague came and ravaged their land making the trees sickly and the animals ravenous. He was separated from his family, and put the past behind him, and as the wizard once said, "If you loose your family leave their memory behind." He did as he was instructed, drinking an orange colored potion they did fade from his mind, and to this day his family is sketchy at best to his mind. He simply wanders now, unsure of what to do and where to go.

To start, I'd like you to add more weaknesses to balance out his skills and strengths--at least one or two that are not environmental factors (like say, maybe he's slow on his feet, or is weak against magic of a particular commonly-found type.)

Once you've done that, post here or PM me and I'll check over the rest.