Weapons & Items:
Enlightened coin, acts as a source of light.
TrueSilver Breast Plate.
Ragnarok, his double handed sword. As its magically bonded with him the user, its light enough for him to use single handed or not.

Skilled/Proficient:
Trained in some weapons. (Staff, Spear*, DHSword, Knife*, and Shield His skills are only that of a beginners or novice level. Save for the combination of a DHSword and shield. Or two shorts as he has come to train with. ((* - Proficient as thrown weapon as well.))

Magic:
He never lets it come to be known that he even knows much magic.

BIO

�As it says he is an immortal. This much is true. He will not die come of old age. But he can still be killed under normal conditions.�

Coal Locke was born September 13th, 1979, to a Jonathan, and Victoria Locke, he has one older brother, born February 24th,1974, Vincent Locke. Or so he thought...

Coal was an average child growing up, a few friends, and a normal family, a mother, a father, and a brother, mind you, his father was an alcoholic, his mother a saint, and his brother...well, we'll get to that in a moment...

Coal's father, raised him strict, and disciplined when Coal screwed up, which in Coals case was often. He would come home from school late, he would be at the construction site; where he was told repeatedly never to go, smoking, stealing, simply growing up things. For punishment his father would beat him with a belt, a spoon, ruler, books, wood for the furnace once, basically, anything he could get his hands on to swing.

Coal never thought much about it, besides not getting caught the next time, but he eventually grew up to realize along with being a drunk his father...was abusive. His mother would step in front of him to defend young Coal from his fathers wrath, but was always shoved aside, or a quick backhand move her away pretty quick, and he was left to his own to accept whatever it was his father was swinging this time.

It was about his 14th year where, after coming back from his friend�s home late one night his father was waiting, angry as usual, and told Coal to go outback and grab a switch from the tree out there, mostly for a mind game..."If I take this one, he'll only send me back out for a bigger one, damm, I take that one, he'll break my back..."....it worked quite well...for at least a day or so...but on that same night when his mother, stepped between and his father pulled back to swing, Coal simply had enough, lunging forward and tackling his father to the ground, saving his mother from tasting the back of his hand, mind you, Coal got a serious beating that night, he was out of school for two weeks.

Coals mother, cooked, cleaned, and loved for her boys, always standing up for them, always there basically when they needed her. She was a beautiful woman, long brown hair, usually in a bun, nice dresses, with an apron on over it, just in case her boys were hungry and she needed to cook on the fly. Always greeting everyone with a smile, yes, Vicca was loved by many, and married to one, Jonathan. Such a pity...

Coals brother, Vincent, true they were blood, unlike his father and mother, who were "adoptive" parents, Vincent was Coals true blood family, 5 years older, 5 years smarter, 5 years stronger. Coal had always looked up to his brother, be it, the construction site they weren't allowed, school, riding the bikes with they're friends, anything, anywhere, Coal was always just one step behind his older brother. Brown hair like they're mother, and brown eyes, handsome too, Coal envied his so.

They were in high school, Coal's first year, and Vincent had to take an extra to make up for a few classes, that Coal really got a feel for what his brother wise like. He was always with girls, and always so confident, quite the opposite of Coal, whenever a pretty girl walked by, you'd find Coal face first on the ground. Yes, Coal really loved his brother.

Coals 18th birthday was the day he was told that Jonathan and Vicca were not his real parents, Vince had heard that same story on his 18th, and now it was Coal's turn. The news was a bit of an adjustment for Coal, he figured, if they weren't his real parents, why do they have any say in his life at all, maybe if he was bad enough, his real parents would come back to set him straight.

That was the thought the sent Coal down the road of a criminal, his brother, Vincent, and three friends, Jonny, Steven, and Andrew, Andrew and Steve were brothers, and Jonny was the brother of the girl Coal had the biggest crush on, but he never told a soul. That was "The Crew", anytime all of them got together, you knew they were up to no good at all...Vincent was the point man, he made the plans and organized everyone, Jonny was the safe cracker, Steve and Andy, demolitions, and Coal, secondary, basically there because he was an amazing shot, but mostly because he was Vince's lil brother.

Most of Vince's plans didn't require shooting, or even being close to the place by the time police found out about it. Yes, The Crew were good at what they did, they lived one job at a time, and had a blast doing whatever they wanted, who could stop them really...

It was Coal's thirteenth job, lucky number 13, when Vince had arranged with the rest of the Crew to leave Coal there...the only way to get the plan to go off without a hitch was to leave someone there to take the blame, simply have an alibi so that when Coal...if Coal fingered them, they were clean...simply a younger brother trying not to get caught alone.

It happened faster then Coal could think, as soon as the safe opened, he felt a slight pinch at the back of his neck, Steve had tasered him, and he dropped, they all collected there things and left him there...the police showed up just about the time he gains conciencness, and he got to his feet, scrambled about groggily and found a hiding spot near some old crates, figured they wouldn't look in everyone unless they had reason...poor Coal, the klutz that he is, his elbow hit a vase, sending it to the floor, and smashing, drawing every blue suitor in the place looking for him, and with broken glass, they knew right where to look. IN panic Coal drew his gun, and shot blindly, hoping just to use it as a scare tactic to open up a hole to escape...pity, he shot an officer, but he did get a short second to escape and he did, leaving the cops to tend for their fallen. The man lived, but unknown to Coal.

Coals wife, Carina Campbell, they had met in grad 12, Coal was 18, she was 17, her birthday was late in the year, December 17th, 1979. She was beautiful, not like his mother, more like perfection personified, she had semi short brown hair, when they met she was allowing it to grow, and blue eyes that almost look as though god pour the ocean in for color, he could get lost in those eyes in a blink.

They fell in love in chemistry class, Coal wasn't the best student, and Car was one of the better with her chem. labs, so the professor joined them for the semester and they've never been apart. She had a weak heart her entire life although, a murmur, a hole about the size of a coins width in her heart, her life was always estimated to be short.

But after graduation they married, a semi small ceremony, just family on both sides, and lived together happily for four years...until the night of Coals 13th job...

Coal returned home, and slipped inside, wanting to put that job behind him, let the crew go, who cares, he had his health, his wife, an actual job on the side, life was going to be fine. He took off his coat, and could hear the television on in the bedroom, he smiled, she had waited up for him.

Quietly he tiptoed through the home, peeking inside his bedroom...there she was, asleep, she had fallen asleep watching TV. Slipping inside the room, he kicks off his shoes, and crawls into the bed, resting his head on his pillow and smiling, just watching her...when...something wasn't right, he knew but his mind wouldn't tell him...a quick swallow to hold back the lump growing in his throat, and rubs the back of his hand over her forehead, brushing away the hair, finally feeling how cold she was, it sunk in, and Coal...broke...he cried for most the night, the TV being the only other noise in the place other then him.

After many hours that he never clocked and could tell how many long he stayed there himself, pulling himself together as best he could, he grabbed his shoes, his coat and the car keys, and left, left his home, NY, the state...he estimates about two days past while he drove when he finally the car simply died...

He had past a gas station about a mile or two back so he decided to walk, he didn't care how far it was, where was he going. The road changed under his feet, but Coal was unaware, still broken from his wife passing, the crew turning on him, killing the officer, it changed from paved, to gravel, stone, dirt, to finally just a path. When Coal realized he wandered he turned to head back, only woods had grown in, there was no way he walked through them in the first place, let alone go back the way he came, so he continued.

After about three hours of walking he came to a large stone Castle, now, Coal from NY a castle was a bit odd, but the middle of the night, and three hours of walking, you bet he stepped inside.

He was greeted by many, and treated well, he had crossed a portal from earth to Mystical Atlantis somehow, somewhere, and they all wished him well in finding his way back if he wished, but really, back to where? So he stayed, became a guard of the home, learned how to wield a sword, daggers were honed much better here, and he played with an axe the odd time. And fate stepped in again, just when he was beginning to feel like he was home...he was taken from there while he slept, another portal somehow, and he woke in the woods. Lost, just waking up, and cold, he simply choose a direction and walked for what seemed like forever.

He came to a village, the Sanctuary, and met up with a drow elf, Gia Navere, and an old friend from Atlantis, Lionesse, well, that sealed the deal, he had found home, Sanctuary, a gathering of the realism outcasts, either outcast from life, home or society, or they outcast any or all of those, but we were all outcasts one way or another...friends, enemies, neighbours...family, pure and simple....he found a family...