Farahelm

Havel’s appearance is as imposing as the legends that surround him. He stands over six feet tall, encased in armor that looks carved from stone—jagged, brutal, and impossibly heavy. The armor bears no sigils or ornamentation, only the worn texture of ancient rock, giving him the look of a walking fortress. Each movement of his massive frame is accompanied by the grinding of stone, yet he moves with the control of a seasoned warrior. His helmet is a slab of angular rock with a narrow visor slit, concealing his face and adding to his inhuman presence. Some say the helm has fused to his skull. His gauntlets are crushing, his boots thunderous. On his back or gripped in both hands is the Dragon Tooth, not a forged weapon but the petrified fang of a wyrm, turned into a maul only someone of Havel’s strength could wield.

Beneath the unmovable stone and the crushing silence of his armor, Havel possesses a dry, gravelly sense of humor as heavy as his maul. His laughter, when it comes, is rare but seismic—deep, slow, and unexpected, like boulders shifting in a cave. He finds amusement in the absurdity of life and battle alike, often offering grim jokes mid-fight or muttering sarcastic prayers to a god he half-believes in. His jollity is not the warmth of taverns or festivals, but the kind forged through hardship—a cheer that stands in defiance of the dark. He'll call a dragon "lizard-chicken" one moment and smash its skull the next, grumbling cheerfully about how “that one flopped better than the last.” To his few comrades, Havel is gruff but loyal, a dependable presence whose grins are like eclipses—rare, but unforgettable.

He was a high ranking cleric in Gwyn's army, and was a Bishop in the Way of White. He was known for his use of extremely heavy armor carved of solid rock. He wielded the tooth of an Everlasting Dragon as a club. His reknown lead to a company of other knights emulating him, wearing similar stone armor and using dragon tooth clubs. They were known as Havel Knights. Havel had a deep-seated enmity with Seath the Scaleless. It's not clear why this started, but Havel hated anything to do with Seath, particularly the practice of Sorcery that Seath invented. He is credited with inventing the Magic Barrier and Great Magic Barrier miracles as a result. At some point, he went mad, either from Hollowing or just from his vendetta against Seath. At that point a trusted friend of his locked him in a tower in the Undead Burg, where he remained until the Chosen Undead struck him down.