Name: William Erasmus Jenkins
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Alliance: Divine Trinity - Currently taking orders from Divine Lady Camilla Ellendra
Appearance:
Class: Knight
Abilities: Rapid Regeneration - Knights are able to heal their wounds quickly. If they receive minor injuries, it takes short minutes to completely heal over. If they receive major injuries, they take longer to heal, but will eventually fully recover in a quick amount of time.
Enhanced Sight - Knights are able to focus their vision, able to see things from afar or identify small details up close.
Hyperkinesis - Knights are able to perfectly synchronize their thoughts and actions, allowing them to possess better aim, balance, reaction speed, and other motor skills.
Equipment: Holy Medallion, Prayer Book, Flare Gun, Set of Manacles.
Casual Clothing: Grey shirt with holy symbol embroidery on the chest, tan slacks, simple leather shoes.
Armor: Plate-and-Chain ensemble, as shown in appearance.
Simple Steel Buckler.
Weapons:
Silvered War Pick w/ Axe Head,
Single-Shot Hand Cannon, and an Iron Dagger.
Personality: A man of the church, through and through... Knight Jenkins does not take kindly to anything that might endanger the sanctity of the faith, anyone who might attempt to subvert the authority of the Divine Trinity, and whatever being that wishes harm upon his holiness Divine King Mathias IX, The Most Noble Elijah Latharos, or Divine Lady Camilla Ellendra. He is an easy man to get along with, so long as one is respectful of their holy word and decrees. He will not lie under any normal circumstance unless commanded to by a superior, he holds law and order in high standing, and will defend those who are loyal to the Divine Trinity without question. Some call him a stick in the mud. Others call him a great man. Whatever the case, William Erasmus Jenkins is a man of unflinching faith and devotion to the Divine Trinity.
History: Born in the time of the Aeon of Inferno, Knight Jenkins' childhood was not one of peace. It was, however... one of moderate comfort compared to most. His father was a Paladin and his mother a tailor to Sanctuary's wealthy few. Given his father's place in the church, William was naturally interested in following his father's footsteps. In his early days, he often swung sticks around and used bin lids as a shield in order to slay imaginary Scourge Beasts. His father applauded his fervor and told him he would be a warrior of the faith before he knew it. Emboldened, William continued the behavior to a point where he took it too far.
One day, he saw a group of kids loitering around outside a building. As he had just been slaying imaginary scourge beasts again, William had his new toy sword and miniature bucker his father had made for him the week before. One of the loiterers saw this and decided to test just how "mighty" William was. For his efforts, the boy got a nasty bump on his head and a broken hand. The other boys were not pleased by this, and all attacked at once. In desperation, William lashed out with his wooden blade and unintentionally put out the eye of one of the boys. His screams drew the attention of those nearby, and William was declared the aggressor by the whole group.
While his age granted him reprieve from more serious punishment, his father was furious.
"You are stripped of your title of junior paladin and are relieved of duty for the next three weeks. Go to your room and don't come out until morning." The title of Junior Paladin was more a joke to William's father at first, but William took it completely seriously. He felt like his father had made him a member of the Templars... so being 'stripped' of that title made the punishment feel all the more severe. His father knew this, and did so for that very reason. Harsh, perhaps... but necessary to teach William right from wrong.
Years went by and William became a fine young man bound for greatness among the Templars. While training, he showed great promise. His stamina was unmatched among recruits in his group, he had great awareness of his surroundings, and moved with almost preternatural quickness and precision during maneuvers and drills. Thus he was quickly asked if he wished to take the field test upon completion of his training in Zion. Accepting without a second thought, the rest is history. Completing the test, William Erasmus Jenkins became Templar Knight Jenkins. He had done it. He had followed in his father's footsteps. While he was not a Paladin, he was still a proud and valiant warrior of the Templar Order.
Since then, the Aeon of Daylight has begun. For a time, Knight Jenkins was sent back and forth between Sanctuary and Hirod. Guarding the shipments was an important and noble task, and Knight Jenkins did not hesitate to comply with his assignment. Recently, however... he was recalled to Sanctuary and put on assignment to serve the city by enforcing its laws and apprehending criminals. Not a man to question orders, Knight Jenkins thanked his superiors and set about performing his duty once more.
RP Sample: It had been one year since he had been reassigned in Sanctuary. While he missed the rush of not knowing what might beset the caravans to Hirod, the comfort and familiarity of home made this assignment every bit as enjoyable. War Pick clanging at his side, the heavily armored man tended to draw attention... especially from wide-eyed children. Knight Jenkins loved the children of Sanctuary. As he had once been an eager young lad, so too could any of these children become a Templar in the future. As such, he always smiled at them and was willing to answer a question or two if the children asked.
Still, that did not mean his task was one of leisure and peace. On occasion, he would have to search the lower districts for some bastard who thought they could disregard the laws of his holiness Divine King Mathias IX. One such occasion was today. Upon one of his many visits to the middle districts, Knight Jenkins stopped by a bakery to buy some lunch. The door was locked. Thinking that odd, he knocked heavily on the wooden door to the point his gauntlet left several deep scratches in it. The baker's wife answered the door after a short time, and almost burst into tears when she saw who was making the racket. According to her story, their son had not come home last night. Initially, she had thought him at a friends house. This morning, she found that was not the case.
Scanning over the scene, Jenkins' incredible eyesight picked up on something amiss. One of the cooling racks for the bread had been set on the lowest shelf... backward. This sort of thing would make it difficult to retrieve bread from. Intrigued, Knight Jenkins pulled the metal sheet off of the shelf only to find a note specifically addressed to him. Immediately, his heart sank. Whoever had taken the boy had done so to draw Jenkins out. That sinking feeling was replaced quickly with fury. Whoever had done this was not only a criminal with no regard for the law of the city... but also a coward who thought himself clever for taking a child to lure out a Templar.
"I will bring him back or die trying. You have my word." And with that said, he took the note and walked out of the bakery.
Following the directions on the paper, Jenkins found himself walking toward a long-abandoned cathedral in the lower districts. Stepping through the door frame, his keen eyes once more picked up on something that was amiss. The dust on one section of the floor was much thinner than the surrounding area. Someone had tampered with it, and quite recently. Sure enough, it was a trap door that led to a tunnel. However, when the door shut he heard a child's voice cry out:
"No, Mister Jenk-" before it was cut off. Rushing back to the trap door, he ascended the ladder only to have it slammed against his helmet.
Knocked from the ladder, Jenkins almost immediately heard growls coming from the tunnel he was now trapped within. Two large dogs, each with jagged metal muzzles for enhanced biting. Oh, joy. One dog was taken down with one blow of his war pick. Apparently the large spike had little issue penetrating dog skull. The second dog bit down on the knights hand, trapping it and preventing him from swinging the deadly weapon. Thankfully, he still had a way to easily dispatch the animal. Dropping his buckler and drawing his dagger with his free hand, Jenkins plunged it into the animal's side. A weak whimper was all that signalled the poor dog's demise. ... now it was time for the kidnapper.
By the time Jenkins had ascended the ladder and chopped through the trap door with the rear side of his weapon, it was too late. The boy was dead. A note wedged in his shirt pocket read:
"Too late, Knight. Keep trying. Maybe one day you will catch REAL monsters." ... real monsters? What was that supposed to mean? He had taken out a scourge beast before ao it made no sense. In any case, Jenkins had a promise to keep. The killer was gone and he needed to return the boy to his parents. The baker and his wife were inconsolable, and did not respond when Jenkins swore he would bring the killer to justice one day. Knowing he could do little else at the moment, Jenkins returned to his superiors to deliver a full report.
Jenkins is a welcome addition to the dysfunctional and diverse cast of characters we have lol I'm looking forward to exploring the criminal elements of Sanctuary with Jenkins working with the law enforcement!
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