Sir_Osden_Starry

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Name: Osden Cyrille Starling-Silver

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Age: 20

Occupation: Knight

About: Osden is a wandering knight in the most fantastical sense of the term, traveling the countryside in search of glory, chivalry,
self-fulfillment and adventure. Earnest and well-meaning, but not very clever, the young knight is nonetheless a very skilled and graceful
swordsman. He gets by doing good deeds and simple tasks, making friends all along the roads that he travels as well as quite a few enemies.

Born a spare prince to an old and venerated clan of nobility, Osden excelled in his chivalrous and martial pursuits from an early age but was
woefully outclassed in virtually every other area. Ruled out as a candidate for rulership in any capacity, it was decided that Osden would
be married off to the matriarch of another noble clan. But Osden learned of this and, not wishing to lead the life of a consort, fled his
home in the dead of night. He has still held on to his family name, after all these years, and some day he hopes to return to his siblings.

Osden's intelligence is questionable or often downright lacking. He doesn't have a mind for reading or writing - though he has sometimes
achieved a level of wordplay - and the more advanced fields of mathematics, history, and philosophy have eluded him completely. He likes
learning from others, but many a tutor can attest to the fact that he doesn't retain information very well.

Despite this, the Knight is certainly proficient enough to take care of himself and travel on his own, all while maintaining the fine
grooming that his family is oft admired for. He has a knack for singing and a passion for dancing, as well as a good grasp on the art of
cooking. Osden's naivety and sense of honor are often his undoing, but he makes up for it with a shocking amount of stamina, charm
and patience.

Appearance: Osden cuts a tall and sleek figure at a height of 6'1", but with narrow shoulders. He is energetic but not very intimidating,
and doesn't take up much room even at his height. His skin is fair andhis hair is platinum blonde, shoulder-length and always neatly kept.
His eyes are an unremarkable shade of brown.

Osden is generally only able to afford common clothes to wear, dyed in faded shades of green and red. His pride and joy, however, is his
equipment: A meticulously maintained mail shirt worn beneath a deep blue layer of brigandine, and a longsword with a sheath to adorn his
waist. Osden's heraldry, a bluebird on a white field, is stitched to his breast.