<strong>Name</strong>Anders Hessman Queens Champion (http://rainsilves.webs.com/DeathCloaked.jpg)<br/><strong>Location</strong>Near the Queen<br/><strong>Tag</strong>Any<br/><br/>Anders stood as he'd been taught , ready to move in any direction against any threat to the Queen, he was hooded and masked so as not to offend, and while he no longer lived in the lands of the Eastern Lords the biggest challenge he'd faced was removing the mask and cloak and walking openly amongst his own people, thousands had seen him only one knew what he looked like, the Queen. The eastern aversion to his race still engrained but not to the extend their training had been, and the training had been both brutal and serene, but brutal first.<br/><br/>He had seen young boys of the kingdom fight mock battles with wooden swords, sometimes the swords hurt but they almost never killed, his introduction to training had involved ten thousand boys all age seven, children of the poor or orphans, no value but their potential. He'd stood along with the other children facing a thousand armed men, both groups inside a walled city empty except for them. With no warning the armed soldiers rushed forward and became hacking away at those boys who didn't flee. The ones that ran were chased down by the quicker faster adults. Anders only knew the word for 'yes and thanks'  useless when a young seven year old who'd lost his father to slow death not a week earlier was being chased by armed men who for some strange reason had an aversion to seven year old boys.<br/><br/>There was a reason for it , that Anders discovered only months later when his language ability improved after countless beatings and near starvation for disobeying commands he didn't understand. The reason...will.<br/><br/>Will, was a corner stone of survival without it there was no point in training. Hundreds of boys ran out the city exit on the far side, survivors in the first of many brutal lessons , thousands didn't.<br/><br/>And so Anders stood ready to do his Queens bidding , defend her honour and her life , knowing most feared him , some respected him and the rest were fools, but none knew him , oh there were rumours, he was a foul sorcerer corrupting the court, controlling the Queen his demonstrated martial talent could only be magic, they built his talent where he had none and ignored his talent where it was abundantly clear.<br/><br/>He had no magic about him but he was a master with or without a weapon for he knew the one truth ,one day there will be someone better he lived for that day, trained for it . As for the Queen he had no control of her , but he wanted it, he wanted to control all women but the Queen most especially.<br/><br/>Anders watched as the Duke of Ynysia arrived his eyes moving over the man and those with him, Anders showed no signs of moving but the fact they chose to be armed when they could have chosen not to spoke volumes , Anders had met such as this one before... a man of talent, power and entitlement and so much more, but Anders also knew this wasn't the one he'd trained all his life for.