Charles

Charles-Henri Sanson

Age: 27

Birthplace: Walton

Charles was raised from a young age in the Order of Scales to be a knight just like his father and just like his father he was expected to become the Order's sword of judgment, thier executioner. This set him apart from others training to be a knight and he didn't have many friends growing up, most would either bully him or where afraid of him knowing what he would be. Charles didn't want to take the role of his father, but it was expected of him by so many and he felt that if he did not he would disapoint everyone. So when he did become an adult he toke over his father's role and became the Order's sword of judgment. Those that where not heald in jail for their execution he would arrive at thier homes. The order sentenced many to their deathes in Charle's time as executioner, so many that people started to call him the Grim Reaper. His sword was magical, passed down from his grandfather and father, but the amount of people Charles beheaded some had started to belive it was more cursed then anything. They spread rumors that being cut with his sword marked you for death, the Black Blade of the Grim Reaper. Charles detested these rumors, but he never spoke out against them. He just quietly accepted thier fear and hate, feeling he deserved nothing more. Charles had only one friend. The poeple of Temple Town Walten, his home town, would stay far away from him and barely make eye contact with him. All except for one man and his wife, Lewis and Marie, they where always so kind to him regardless of what he had done. Charles cared very much for the two, which made the order that they where to be executed made his blood run cold. The Order said they where conspireing against them, said they had proof... but Charles never saw any proof. The couple was arrested and on the day of their execution Charles sat with them before hand like he had for several others when he could. Charles never disrespected those that where senteced to die, he was always kind even when others where not. On the day he spoke with his friends he had almost wished they would not have been as kind as they where, telling him it was not his fault and that they understood that if he didn't he would just be killed with them. He came to try and comfort them, but they ended up having to comfort him. The day he had to sever the heads of the only two people that where ever kind to him was the day he started questioning if all his actions where really right. He had always been told every death sentence he had to carry out was for the greater good, but what good could come from killing such sweet people? Charles had been in an almost stupor for the next year, questioning all of his life teachings and all he had been told to do. Not that anyone noticed, after the execution of Lewis and Marie, people and even other knights went out of their way to avoid him at all cost. A new rumor spread that even being in his presence could mark you for death. Charles still followed orders without question. He felt he desereved all the hateful and fearful words said behind his back. One night, a fire broke out in the knights quarters. Charles barely made it out with his sword. He was away from everyone, on an implus decision, he ran. It was the first actual decision Charles had ever made for himself, the first time he did not just follow the orders of another. He still wasn't sure if he made the right decision. He ran and ran in a direction he couldn't see, away from the Order, away from his home town. He just wanted to escape it all, not caring if he died in the process. Charles ran until he collapsed, only to wake in a home practically in the middle of nowhere by an elderly dwarven couple. His sword was wrapped up and his face and clothes where a mess, so they did not reconize him. Yornic and his wife Skalerra housed Charles for a bit, thinking he was a runaway. Though he was greatful for them he didn't stay longer then he needed to and he kept his full name and past a seceret, claiming a head injury had robbed him of his memory. Once Charles could, he left with a bit of coin and some gear that he earned helping out, he didn't want any harm to befall the kind couple because he was there. Charles lived his life like this for a few years, joining an adventures guild and travling around, never staying in one place for two long and never reveiling his identity to anyone. He only killed when there was no other choice, and even then he felt sick to his stomach when he did. He focused more on healing and taking what medical knowlage he knew from his reading and executions to treat those that could not afford a doctor. Charles also liked playing with and entertaining the kids in the diferent town with stories and games, but again he never stayed long.