Raised by a small farming family, Reinhardt never had much ambition for the future in the wartorn lands of Neverwinter. He was sickly from birth, spending more time in bed than out in the fields helping his family; he and his family both truly thought he was knocking on deaths door everyday. While no clerics could discern precisely what was wrong with him, they did all come to the same conclusion: Reinhardt is 'standing' in both the real material world, and the spirit world. He exists in both, and his spirit can travel freely between the two. One day, a particularily good day, a traveling Knight Errant requested a room to stay in while on 'his' journey, and while the family obliged the fellow member of the Alliance; the events of that night shall never be considered normal. While sitting at the dinner table, the Knight told the family of 'his' mission, to stop a mad wizard who had decided to set up his tower near Neverwinter itself, and even now was threatening to build an army to assault the city. Young Reinhardt listened intently, always amazed by the tales of valor and standing in defiance to the wicked. The knight, seeming without any sort of magic, described how even a "simple swordsman" could turn the tide of any battle, no matter how powerful the enemy is. About how Doresain, 'his' King; would never allow his champion to fall. Reinhardt spoke to 'him' then, for he had heard this name Doresain before in his dreams..
"Doresain is the King of Ghouls, isn't he? Patron Saint of Cannibalism and Ritual Sacrifice?"
The table went quiet, as it became clear this knight was no member of the alliance.. and the family had "the enemy" sitting at the table! Reinhardt's father stood up, grabbing a pitchfork and threatening the Knight should he not leave immediately. The Knight, who quietly sat down 'his' utensils over 'his' plate; stood up and quietly walked to the door. 'He' glanced back, staring at Reinhardt with such a stare that the boy immediately choked on his own words and was rushed back to his room. Night settled in, and the family lay down too rest.. Leaving Reinhardt alone in his room.
It started quietly, a gentle shake and a firmly clamped hand over his mouth; and before he could even try to voice a protest, he was ripped from his bed and spirited away through his window into the night. He shook off the groggy effects of sleep, and stared up at his captor.. the same Knight Errant from the night before. He started to panic, but the Knight smiled down to him with an almost kindly expression before saying;
"You know too much for your own good, in a small farming town like this. Its only a matter of time before some cleric brands you a heretic and they burn you at the stake. You're coming with me, because my Lord has other plans for you.."
The Knight explained to the confused adolescent how even KNOWING about such a deity would bring unwanted woes to his family and himself, and the ease at which he discussed it with a stranger was alarming. But, there was hope, as the Knight also told him that 'his' Lord has been watching him.. and he was very pleased. The Knight approached 'his' camp, and set the boy down on 'his' own bedroll; before taking a seat nearby and discussing what 'his' Lord had planned..
Reinhardt would be kept safe, at least in body; healthy and happy.. and his spirit would be made real even in the Physical world. This would cause his body to shut down, entering a deathlike state that allowed his spirit to manifest physically and travel freely. This made scrying, scouting, hunting and even battle itself so much easier; for as time passed the Knight and Boy became quite close. The Knight defended the boys' stricken body with a ferocity only compared to that of a Mother defending her Children, and Reinhardt would lend his spiritual aid to the Knight when things got too rough for just swords to handle. So began a profitable, and happy arrangement between the two of them. Reinhardt traveled with the Knight, often carried by him due to his sickly body; and would usually remain at camp while the Knight would go about gathering materials and foodstuffs for them. And so it persists today, his family having long since moved on from his missing presence (The random sacks of gold showing up on their doorstep helped.), and he finally got to see the world at large, even if it was from his bedroll or cot..
Physical Statistics:
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 100lbs
Age: 15 (Can be played at 18 if preferred)
Body Type: Thin/sickly
Eye Color: Red
Sexual Preference: Bisexual, but Inexperienced.
Physical Statistics:
(Spiritual Form)
Height: 7'4"
ECL: 21
Appearance: Exactly like Reinhardt, but with a far more athletic "body"
Abilities: Bite of the King - Swallow prey whole, even much larger than himself.
Shield the Soul - Ethereal Shield that can protect himself or the "living"
Windwalk - Can move as if made of wind, ignoring most physical obstructions.
Incorporeal - Cannot be harmed by anything less than a Magical weapon or Spell
The Bell Tolls - Tears the "spirit" of a target straight from their body, forcing them to fight on his playing field. Something they undoubtidly arent used too.
This font indicates Reinhardt in his normal Physical Self.
This font indicates Reinhardt is in his Spiritual Form.
Scenes I'm interested In:
Adolescent Awkwardness
Predator being caught unaware by his 'second self'
Storyline-Driven Scenes
Making friends his own age
Finding out what "love" is
Abduction
Scenes I'm NOT interested In:
Perma Death
Transformation
"Curing" his ailment
Slavery
Recent Storyline Scenes:
Reinhardt met Devial_Blax , and the two hit it off surprisingly well considering the circumstances. Reinhardt speaks quite happily of his new 'friend', whom he might have developed one hell of a crush on. Devial was kind enough to provide some art for the occassion!
Unlisted sliders are not "no-no's"; I am simply indifferent to the subject. Open to any and all creature types.