The Protector

Magical Support by a Suit of Armor

No gender, is robot

Soul is 25

20 lbs, but can hold himself down if he needs to

6' 6" in regular form, can morph into whatever size he needs to to fit over anybody.

Purple

Automaton

Purple

Armor

Is a suit of armor

Willing to protect at all times; formal

Protecting everyone; good or bad

Barely believes in justice; will believe in life to the greatest extent

Can wield a battleaxe with ease, but that's just a last resort for him
Recharge - after resting for a few seconds, able to "recharge his batteries", healing up his armor and reamping his energy
Undead - does not need to do anything a living thing would have to do
Energy Bind - able to cause the energy within a person to completely stop, effectively immobilizing them and disallowing them to attack at all
Aura Structure - can create structures out of auric energy
Light Armour - can create armor made out of light to go around another being
Light Barrier - can summon a shield made out of light to block any attack
Armor Fitting - can cause his body to fit around another person perfectly, effectively giving them a suit of armor
Beast Rage - lets out a war cry that empowers his next attacks or supports

Bodyguarding

Prolife to the fullest; formal; fatherly

Bodyguard

Bodyguard

Common

August 28th

There was a man, who was simply known as the Protector. And he was dang good at his job. He was a bodyguard, one of the best, and he was hired to protect many important figures throughout his lifetime, one being a certain Archbishop before this woman took his spot. But that didn't happen because the Archbishop didn't like him. He was killed protecting the Archbishop from the crossbow attacks sent his way. He didn't know about the plans for the attack, so he was a little bit sluggish on the uptake of his protection when he noticed the crossbows. He immediately starting running to the Archbishop to tackle him to get him to safety, but he realized he was too late for that. He decided to sacrifice himself, jumping in front of the crossbow shot that he knew was headed to the Archbishop. He fell back, knowing he was damaged for the last time. As he laid down on the ground however, he noticed a green haired woman with crossbows sticking out of her back do what he was planning to do and smiled a little bit. A new guard already. That smile was short lived though as he died a couple seconds later as the rampage went on around him.

An hour later, one of the major wizards of the empire nearby found the Protector dead on the streets, and called a blacksmith over to him. Pretty soon, the whole town gathered to look over and mourn over the fallen bodyguard, for he was well loved and respected in the empire. The wizard had an idea, and looked to the blacksmith. "Can you make armor?" was the wizards simple question. The blacksmith acknowledged. "Create a suit of armor for this man, purple like the royalty he either was or that he died protecting. He must live on." The blacksmith just nodded and everyone watched as he worked. And a suit of armor it was, very well made and built to protect against many attacks. Long story short, it wasn't going to break anytime soon. Especially with what the wizard was going to do. The suit of armor was brought to the wizard, and the wizard cast a spell. "At the expense of my life, bring this protector back to life. The world needs him more than me." With that the wizard breathed his last and the suit of armor was animated. The Protector looked around at the town, looked down at the wizard, and just said five words. "Thank you. I will protect."