Name: Dawn General, Herold Meshihar.
Gender: Male
Race: Beorc
Age:43
Beorc Information:
Class:Trainee-->Knight-->Greatknight
Weapon(s): A master warrior he uses whatever weapons are available. He can use swords, lances, and axes equally well, but with all the skill of a master. In the ring he could even kill his enemies with his fists, or the edge of his shield. Always one for the theatrical, he never gave up a chance to go in out numbered or with one hand tied behind his back.
Armor Appearance: Meshihar likes to look like the white knight, wearing silver armor and a red cape.
Animal Appearance: His stallion is a horse so wild it only allows Meshihar to control him.

Appearance: Meshihar has a golden mane and beard. His award winning smile and his military prowess gained him fame in the arena. He's hard to miss as he is almost seven feet tall. A giant among me, he shrugs off most attacks like they tickle because of his armor. Most opponents do not have the reach to land an attack on his head So he does not have any scars on his face, save a small gash on his chin that is only viable because it no longer grows hair.

Personality: He has done more in one day then many men have done in their entire lives. He a strong, talented, he truly believes he cannot die. He will charge into battle without a second thought. He's more of a hit first ask questions later kind of guy. He thinks with his muscle and gut. But that doesn't make him less dangerous. He has years of experience and keen instinct when it comes to strategy. He is not to be taken as a fool. He doesn't brag but if he did you better believe he could back it up, otherwise you would be the fool.

He is in fact a good person. He is honest, and will help out the needy. He values human life, but will not disobey a direct order. He knows where the line is. He is loyal to a fault. But he can be rash and act without thinking. At the same time he honors friendship and love. Big and furry-hearted as he is do not cross him, unless you are willing to cross blades with a battle tested gladiator who has never lost a fight to anyone.

He is bold, blunt and doesn't mince his words. He says what he is thinking and doesn't care if people don't like it.

Background: Herold Meshihar, was born in a small village called Vim, in the Great Wood. His village was at the corner of the courtry, right where Danio, Briddo, Caeli meet. His villager received travelers from all over. Some families had both Dragon Laguz and Tiger Laguz heritage. The strength of Vim's men and women was well known. Even if a family didn't have any Laguz blood in their family tree, chances where good the women were still stronger then most men. Herold was born to such a family. There was no Laguz blood in his veins. Despite that, he was one of the strongest children his age. Even before his father would allow him a weapon he threw stones and lifted heavy objects for sport. He and the other boys would make contests out of it. Who could throw the biggest stone the farthest, that sort of thing.

Vim had been one of the first villages in Caeli to be inhabited by the Lux. The strong men of Vim were among the first soldiers of the Light. Even though that day had been many over 200 years before Herold's birth, it was still a major part of their society. It was a great honor and tradition for the men of Vim to serve the Lux in one of the purest ways they know how. It was custom for the men and women of Vim to serve in the army of the Lux for at least four years. Herold Meshihar was no different, when he was 18 he headed off for the capital, with some other men and women his own age. The party enlisted together and trained together. Yet it seemed Herold alone stood out. The others would make fine soldiers as well, but it was Herold who caught the eyes of some very important people. He was quickly promoted from Trainee to Knight of the Lux.

He was given a place in the Gladiator ring. The Arena was where he shined. They started him off small. They sent two lions into the ring to fight Herold. Quickly abandoning his lance he wrestled them barehanded. Ripping the lower jaw off one of them, and riding the other around the ring, to the applause of the of the crown, before breaking it's neck in a rapid twisting motion. He only got better. Tourists and dignitaries from the surrounding nations came to see Herold Meshihar fight. He loved the crowd and always put on a good show. The crowds loved him. The Arena had turned him into a man. Before he was thirty he was made General.

When he was 33 he was made General of Dawn one of the four legendary Champions of the Lux.