Royce Graveskeep
Royce Graveskeep
Royce Graveskeep is the descendant of a once powerful and respected noble house of the Halish Empire. The House of Graveskeep was devastated at the onset of the Halish Civil War all those many, many years ago and the ancestral home of the house, the eponymous Graveskeep, was reduced to rubble. All that remained of the family went into exile for the centuries to come, beggar nobles that never held power again. Royce could recite the entire history of the House of Graveskeep, passed down from generation to generation, from his father to him, and hopefully one day from Royce to his own son. That was the hope. But life is not so kind. What remained of Royce's family died during a plague that ravaged Thravace when he was young man, leaving him alone, the last Graveskeep to wander Istria.
Feeling no longer bound to Thravace where he had lived his entire life, Royce ventured out into the world in search of that ancient castle long lost to the mist of time. He swore that before he drew his last breath he would find the Graveskeep and restore it to glory. He was a young man when he left. He isn't young anymore. He fought in wars all across Halion on behalf of dozens of lords, joined mercenary bands, lost and gained fortunes. He tried to be a good man, to save those he could, to protect the weak and downtrodden even if it cost him dearly. He did pretty well for himself. But life, as he often says, is not so kind.
The worst unkindness to befall Royce happened only a few years ago when he was hunting down a child-snatching witch that was tormenting a village for months. He managed to corner the witch in a cave during a particularly heavy rainstorm, sneaking upon her unaware, and very nearly took her head with his sword when she turned the tables on Royce and brought him to his knees.
She did not take his life, nor torture him, at least not traditionally. The witch laid a curse upon Royce that night as the winds howled, a curse that would follow him to the end of his days, unbreakable in life:
"You long to defend those who cannot defend themselves, to protect with sword and shield, so upon you I lay a hex everlasting. Your hand shall never again touch a weapon of war, for all implements of death will slip from your grasp even as the innocent are slaughtered before you, now and forevermore. You cannot save them, you will never save them."
When Royce awoke the next morning, the witch was gone.
He tried to pick up his sword.
Tried.
Now he wanders the world, still trying his best to be a good man, searching for the home lost to him and his kin so long ago.
Relationships
Relationship Reasoning
Party member ally.
Alignment
Neutral Good
Current Status
Digging a ditch
Species
Age
40
Date of Birth
27th of August, 5198
Birthplace
Thravace
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Pronouns
He/Him
Gender
Male
Eyes
Hazel, narrow
Hair
Medium, dark brown, messy
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Light tan
Height
6'0"
Weight
196 lb
Belief/Deity
Elios
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