Freki

Realm/Units

• Realm: Dur Demarion
• Units: Bladestorm Gardez Warband
• Honorary: Desert Rats

Fighting Style

Sword and Board, Spear

Mundane

Michael was born in Slidell LA, but then moved away to Knoxville TN. There he lived until the age of 17 when he joined the US Army and decided he wanted to see the world.. and was he wrong .. He was sent to Ft.Riley KS where he learned that there is nothing to do, unless you drive and hour in any direction to go do anything. So after a year of wandering around aimlessly, he decided he wanted to see the mysteries of the Orient and was then swept away to Korea. While he was there, he saw many of the sights and found out that this drink called soju is pretty potent. Disaster stuck one day as he was about to fly back to his homeland, when the burning sands of Arabia called to him. Soon he found himself in Iraq for OIF II in the Anbar Provence. There he participated in two major offensives and helped the local nationals. He then went to Ft.Carson CO and four months after that we has in Ft.Campbell KY. There he has participated in OIF V, VII, and OEF X. He also is engaged to the lovely Lucky of BladeStorm and they plan to be wed in may after Beltaine.

Swordfighting

Fighting since 2009 in Tenneessee. Became a Initiate of Bladestorm and hopes to be Trailed in when he returns. He is the Warlord of the Gardez WarBand and Honorary Member of the Desert Rats.

Freki was given his name when he was a child. He was a wild lil bugger always stealing bread from the baker and running off into the woods when we was chased. one day while he was running through the woods he came upon a wolf. Dark fur and yellow eyes that seemed to speak to him. When he was close enough, the wolf gave chase to him and finally took him to the ground where he was bitten. An old man with one eye appeared who called to his wolf Freki and his sister wolf Gerti. He said then he said" You boy will take the name of this wolf for you have been chosen to become something great." With that He got up and ran back towards the village. On the way he saw a band of fighters just cross the wood line in a field. A thought in is mind urged him to go, so he did. He asked who they were and proudly they proclaimed, that they were BladeStorm, one of the hardest fighting units in all of dur demarion. Years past and he grew strong along with honing his skills as a fighter.

When the Holy Tide of Beltane arrived there was a Grand Meele on that day and BladeStorm arrived in typical fashion of being announced as they walked through the halls for the nights feast. There he learned what a great fighter is and was taken aback from what this grand sight was. Few months went by before the sounds of Ragnarok were approaching. So BladeStorm took up arms again and made the great journey to the field of battle. Once at the the field, he met fighters of the likes he had never seen and eventually found him self around the fire of Mordor where the poison master had brewed a batch of his red death. After a few drinks of the poison, he became another person and was given the name of Rykar. The battle lasted for days on end it seemed and on the last day of battle he was wounded in the eye by an arrow...I was really penny cored... He was dazed for a min, but then charged back into the meatgrinder of the fight and a rage filled him so, to the point where he charges the shield line and broke through the front lines and helped aid the fighters the win the battle at his own exspence. many months had passed and the sounds of battle once again filled the air for his second Beltane.

Goals

To to the best I can and try to look good doing it.

Links

Soon to follow

Events attended

(Mixture of Belegarth, Dagorhir events )

• Beltaine 2009, 2010
• Ragnarok 2009

Misc

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