MENTALITY:
Ganthanor stands proud and somewhat arrogant. His demeanor is that of nobility mixed with genuine compassion for the down trodden. He is fool hearty and very opinionated. Due to his fool hearty attitude he would consider himself fortunate to have lived to this point in his life if his ego would allow it. He is driven by guilt and rage to eradicate evil. He's never forgiven himself for the death of his love due to the hands of evil overlords. This has fueled his rage since the incident and the nightmares only make it worse. Ganthanor's guilt stems from his family's acceptance and their willingness to help the evil overlords in order to keep their wealth and their lands. Ganthanor's indirect acceptance of this, in his mind, led to his love's death. As a result his only peace, however short lived, is to spill the blood of evil.

APPEARANCE:
Ganthanor moves and acts with a proud, nobilic attitude. His appearance is clean, immaculate and proud standing. He wears his armor almost constantly and only removes it to clean and polish it. His sword is razor sharp and highly polished. He has a full head of brown hair kept neatly combed and trimmed. He is clean shaven and his brown eyes burn with rage against his enemies but are filled with compassion for his friends and the needy.

BACKGROUND:
Ganthanor was born to Galnor and Calie Flagenstavos, who were of noble blood and who owned much land and possessed a good deal of wealth. Ganthanor's life was easy being the the son of royalty but being a pampered rich kid molded him into a spoiled little child. There were many times that Ganthanor's tantrum's brought frowns from the other nobles and houses in the city of Flage. His young life consisted of servants that waited on him hand and foot and family who spoiled him completely.

As Ganthanor grew up, he began to notice that other people generally did not like the Flagenstavos family. The rumor was that his family supported the current regime (the current regime had invaded and conquered the entire area) and as such were allowed to keep their lands, their wealth, and their life style in exchange for assistance in keeping order. For the first time in Ganthanor's life, he noticed something other than himself. He never really cared for the regime as most people but it did let him keep his luxurious lifestyle. Life went on and many birthdays passed.

Two days after his 19th birthday, Ganthanor heard screams for help down a short alleyway. Without thinking, he plowed head long into the alley and discovered 2 of the evil Hegemone's men, who were of the regime, raping a young peasant girl. Fury built up instantly within Ganthanor. Pulling out his sword, he hacked into the assailants with such ferocity that he gave no thought as to his own well being. The battle lasted several minutes for the two guards began to play with Ganthanor. It was obvious to the guards immediately that this little boy, although having "some" ability, was no match for them. They taunted him at first while dodging his blows. Then they began taking turns slapping Ganthanor in the face between his swings. But luck and awareness gave Ganthanor an opening. While facing the first guard Ganthanor noticed the second guard move in behind him. Realizing for the first time that he was about to die, Ganthanor started to renew his attack on the guard facing him. But before he did, the peasant girl hit the second guard over the head with a broken pot and just for an instant the second man dropped his guard. Ganthanor swung in a sweeping, wide circle at the guard behind him and the blade cut deep into the guards throat. Continuing the circular swing, Ganthanor turned and swung at the first guard, who was watching his compatriate's head hit the ground with a loud SMACK, and again the blade scored a hit. This time it was a deep gash across the guard's chest. The guard panicked and ran. Ganthanor swung once more from behind and the guard went down hard and slid straight out into the street, dead before he came to a stop. There were no witnesses to the event, but that did not stop Hegemone from murdering hundreds as payment for his guard's deaths. In time the event was forgotten by most.

Several months later, Ganthanor met a young woman name, Jasper, who was from another noble house in Flage. Jasper and Ganthanor eventually fell in love. There romance was peculiar as Jasper always seemed to have the ability to disappear when Ganthanor was looking for her and then later show up as if nothing had happened. Ganthanor started to become suspicious of Jasper as she did have this secretive side to her. Eventually Ganthanor pressed her on this matter, and she, after much prodding, told him that she was a member of the resistance. The news was both a relief as well as source of alarm. Relief that Jasper's secretive side wasn't as bad as he had led himself to believe; and alarm that his beloved was working to overthrow the regime. Ganthanor never really liked the current regime but they were the law, and times were good for his family and himself. The matter was quickly settled with Jasper asking Ganthanor not to say anything to anyone. They kissed and each went home for the night. Ganthanor felt the hair on the back of his neck rise as he watched Jasper start walking back to her home. He knew she would be safe as the city in this area was heavily guarded. What was it that bothered him then? He started to stop her but discarded the notion that he was being silly and besides he was tired and really needed to get some rest. What ever it was that bothered him would have to wait till the morning.

Ganthanor woke the next day with a pounding headache and a sense of urgency that just would not be denied. What was going on? He quickly dressed and started on his way to Jasper's home. On his way, Ganthanor noticed a crowd in the street milling around the public executioner's block. It had always sickened him to watch such events and he never really had before. But today something was different. As he approached, he noticed that several people were being led to the block. To his horror, he saw his beloved just as her head was lowered to the stump. She looked up to see him forcing his way through the crowd to reach her. Tears welling up in his eyes, he realized he would never reach her in time. For a moment all was quiet and still as he saw her mouth the words "I love you. Remember the cause." The blade of the executioner sliced through her neck in the blink of an eye and with a loud "THUNK". Everything in Ganthanor's life came to a crashing halt. He had just witnessed his beloved beheaded! Shock, fear, and uncontrolled rage welled up from within him. "Why had she been so calm about it? She acted as if this 'Resistance Fighting' was the most important thing in her life and... what was it she had said there at the end? 'Remember the cause.' How could something be so important that one would sacrifice one's life?" Ganthanor thought long and hard that day. Hours passed by and soon night came. Ganthanor looked up finally realizing he had been wandering the streets completely unaware of where he had been walking.

The time came that day when Ganthanor was forced to choose. No longer would the lure of riches and the easy life blind him. His eyes were open now. Open and burning with a passion. A passion to right any injustice or evil doings that he found. Evil was responsible, completely responsible. And one day, Evil would be gone, completely gone. He was going to make sure of that. With that he walked home, gathered some belongings, mounted up and rode out of town.

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