Zidkijah Rynn

Zidkijah, by appearance, is an experienced warrior, appearing more as a mercenary than a holy knight. Blinded by a vicious battle, he does not battle by sight, but heigthened senses, and the holy power to feel the presence of evil. Despite his rough and warlike appearance, Zidkijah is a very devout man. Zidkijah avoids closeness with others, keeping them safe by keeping them at a distance, as he seeks vengeance agianst evil.


+ Extended History +

Zidkijah was born in a condemned, decrepit building that served as his family home. His mother and father, once rich and powerful, had become street rats in the face of war and siege. His young life was a struggle for survival, food scarce and plague rampant within the ruined city. Wounds and weariness were a constant, as the common people battled each other over the scarce resources.

Soon he was alone, his father killed and mother felled by sickness, even as he became ill. Alone and cold with death at hand, he was saved by a miraculous chance. A holy knight, a warrior at battle wih the city's oppression and poverty, crossed the boy's dying body. He lifted the child in his arms, taking him from a world of darkness.

When Zidkijah awoke he was in a place like he had never seen before, a holy temple of ancient gods, built of white marble and gold. The priests reassured him that he had returned from the afterlife, that he was revived by holy magic. He owed his life to the holy knighthood, and swore then that he would not let the blessing be forgotten.

The young boy grew into a young man within the walls of the great temple, serving with the priests, until his training as a Paladin began. He was taken under the wing of the holy knight that first saved him, a man known as Sir Darithus. Together they ventured back into the dark world, bringing with them holy light and might.

For years they battled the gathered darkness, bringing hope and order to the chaotic war-ravaged world. They thought the darkness had retreated, but in truth it was only regrouping. It was then that the dark armies began to gather once agian. As Darithus and Zidkijah came to know this darkness, they learned the true and growing threat.

In the middle of their battle they crossed paths with a twisted reflection of themselves, a warrior made of pure evil. Before his power they were weaker than children. Darithus was felled quickly by a savage wound from the dark knight's unholy sword, when he then turned his attention to the squire. The two locked swords in battle, Zidkijah fueled by righteous anger at his mentor's death. The dark paladin used this anger to his own advantage, a master of corruption and battle, he severed the young knight's hand.

Zikijah collapsed, in throes of an unholy pain he had never felt before. The Dark Paladin merely pointed a finger, with a wicked grin he murmured two words, "be blind," and Zidkijah was thrust into blackness.

When Zidkijah awoke he could see nothing, his sight had been taken from him, but he had been left alive. He lifted the body of his late master in his arms, and wandered blindly through the ruined city. It was days before he was found and returned to the temple. Sir Darithus was laid to rest in a holy tomb. Thier best efforts to heal the men had no effect, the power of unholy magic lingering in thier wounds. Zidkijah remained blind, for his vision nothing could be done, yet his hand was replaced by a glove of steel, returning his ability to fight. He then made a new oath, to find the dark paladin that had slain his mentor, and all of his dark ilk, and cleanse the world of thier evil.