(I will be Solaire of Astora, from Dark Souls."
Name: Solaire
Age: I'd assume late 20's
Appearance: Knight armor with green shoulder pads
Religious Preference: Follows Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight
Occupation: Warrior of Sunlight
Personality: Friendly and helpful, he started as an optimist, but with his quest to find his very own sun in the land of Lordran, his confidence slowly turned to misery as he scoured the land, unable to find what he became undead for.
A knight was standing on the edge of the cliff. His face was covered by his helmet, and his eyes frantically searched the sky. He was no stranger to death, and had died many times before, but something was wrong. He usually was revived at a bonfire, but not this time. He woke up at a fountain grass, but that did not bother him. There was one thing on his mind, and he said to himself. "No... No... The Sun... Where is it? Where is The Sun?" I had it... I had the sun... Could this be... the Age of Dark?" Solaire looked around, It was a island in the middle of endless black.