.x. only leaders can be the purest of the impure .x. Today was the day, the day that he could live his name up to infamy. He was going to go against the kingdom's worst enemies and some of the best fighters the king of yonder could gather. That was except he didn't have achilles. All knew the Achilles was the best fighter you could find to blow down a whole army. He, his sword and shield were one, not three seperate things. They moved together so well and slick like he had fought from birth and never quit. Which he pretty much had because he had worked his way up in rank so fast that most of the other people in his rank were older. Once more, those battle wore hands picked up the shiny armor and beautiful deadly artwork that had slain so many and been raised in victory. A small smirk raised the edges of his lips as he walked out and saw his army ready for battle. From his sheath, he drew his sword and raised it. The lips of the men began to part and the words were formed. The words he wanted to hear today and in the future. Achilles Achilles! The chants continued as he kept his sword raised. Then the sword came down gracefully and slid into his beautiful gold plated sheath. "Men we gather today to go and fight our hearts out," his voice boomed over the men, reaching all, "they maybe strong but we have heart. We have dedication to this great kingdom that has lost no battles! We shall prevail! You are the only men I would ever want to fight with, you are the elite of this grand world! You are the most courageous and you can not be stopped." Strong hands picked away the wisps of dirty blonde that flew into his face as his aqua eyes scanned over the sea of men. His helmet was shoved over to him and he slowly drew it over his face and fastened it cleanly around his head. Eyes scanned over his men once more and he raised his sword, the chanting continued as he regally got on to his steed of pristine alabaster. Hand skimming over the unruly mane which made the steed look so wild. Reins were raised and the equine went to his hinds, and Achilles raised his sword high once more for the men to see. He fastened his shield and checked over his bow and arrows then galloped off through the line of men awaiting them to follow until they got just by the in between land of their kingdom and the other where they would stand by for orders. And he rode off to the Monkey Village. Name : Achilles Age : 25 Gender : Male Appearance : nice build. He is built as a warrior very nice muscles toned to perfection. Normally wears some kind of warrior gear and always carries a sword. Class Level : peasant Profession : can he still be one commander of the kings army? Your age in Real Life : 15 .x. that is why no one will remember your name .x. (C) of html and pic to ERAGON if anyone steals either they shall be ripped to shreds by my evil dwarf hamster named fido.