Born into faith, vigilant to faith, willing to die for faith. this Knight was once a crusader who would fight for his religion, bringing his good word with his sword. however, one crusade went wrong, horribly so.

His men were burnt by tar, his horses impaled by spears and floor mounted spikes, his bravest warriors slain by hoards of of those alleged to false gods and horrid beasts. having only just made it out alive, he was the sole surviver. to blame it on someone, he turned against his god, claiming it to not be real and that the illusion was merely a settup by his kingdom to keep their people in check.

Enraged by the thoughts he fed on, he turned to a far darker religion, to a demonic cult that told him to destroy those of the other faiths and to show them how weak their false gods were. at first he would try to stay to his honour, but with each killing blow, each blood lusting shank, each blood curdling scream, he grew more savage, brutal, bloodthirsty.

The Knight would soon destroy his original identity in favour of a terrifying demon knight, the Forsaken Knight, bringing down death on the illusuary gods that failed him, on the kings that fooled him, on those who dare oppose him and those he deemed to weak for the world.

The Forsaken Knight is death, and he wishes it unending.