Post by payne on Jun 5, 2017 19:24:23 GMT
Vaziel Varix [Redacted] [Redacted]. {‘Vesryn” for those who know.}
Title (s):
Wanderer or Vagabond.
The Silver Saber of Okarthel.
Nickname/Aliases:
“He whom is like fire.” “Sword Dancer.” “Marksman of Five.”
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Important Information
Age:
He’s of a young age, being a wood elf and seemingly everlasting in that guise.
Gender:
One of the most masculine men you’ll ever cross upon.
Race:
Wood Elven.
Sexuality:
For now, he’s considered aromantic for more than enough reasons, being that he has lost faith in his right to love someone.
His first lover died when she fell off an ice ridge during an expedition at the age of fifteen.
His second lover splattered when they fell off a ridge during another expedition.
His third lover decided to kill him when a bounty on his head was too high to ignore, even past love.
His fourth lover, and last one, killed herself after thinking Vaziel had died in combat. Vaziel mourned her and decided to never love again, at least until his heart was healed.
Languages Spoken:
Common and Elven.
Physical Disabilities:
None to note in depth, however he suffers from stress at times.
Jewelry/Accessories:
A decent cloak with fur lining the top near the collar. It is drawn to full length to meet with his boots.
Spurs array themselves on the heels of his boots, purely cosmetic however they’re used on horseback.
Pets/Companions:
None.
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Build:
He is of a lean build, his shoulders to his elbows are immensely well built after years of carpentry and quarterstaff work with his comrades and father. His arms are also well struck after his rigorous training with a bow.
Height:
Five foot and eleven inches.
Weight:
180
Voice:
Listen to me in Discord, add a pirates twang to it.
Hair:
Black hair, nearly raven-like.
Skin:
Porcelain white, almost pearl-like.
Eyes:
Tinged silver in color as the sunlight flickers. The eyes themselves are stoic and militaristic in figure that he’s normally very observant.
Distinguishing Features:
His obscenely stoic attitude. Should one be intimate with him, they would find a scar that comes from his left shoulder all the way down to his ribcage past his heart.
Appearance:
Normally clad in coat of plate, of a stocky build, this porcelain ghost of a man is seemingly knightly in figure. From head to toe, this formidable soldier is built on the principles of military, standing tall with precise vestige as he is one to appear in charge and with care in his eyes. The stoic figure seemingly commands respect by his gaze alone.
Hygiene:
Fairly well. He does well to keep clean in most instances, if he must, he’ll bathe in natural waters instead of basins at homelands and such. His teeth are relatively clean in mixture of mint pastes and brushes as he moves along. His hair to one side is commonly flipped if he were not in battle or an instance where it is required that it is free-flowing.
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Traits
Red Denotes Negative | Yellow Denotes Neutral | Green Denotes Positive
+- Warlord - Vaziel was known in his homeland for being an outstanding soldier and an even better warrior, a legend at home during times of conflict. This man is skilled in the way of the blade and most blunt weaponry. This was due to him and his friends being prematurely enlisted into a local military as caused by the internal conflicts in Port Silver in the bides for power.
+- Strategist: Pierce, like his friends, understand conflict and politics to a decent extent. Both will never run straight into something unless they know there is spoils to win and a plan ahead and a contingency to follow it. The two when alone are known to be very precise in their actions and notions.
-- Lawbreaker: “On the label.”
-- Proud: Vaziel values his families blood amongst all else, and his name above gods, and has to be one of the most prideful individuals in a long time.
-- Eating Disorder: Vaziel normally doubles over with anything too rich and tends to throw up at times. Albeit he does this alone to better his physical performance and fix his body for time to come. He formally eats breads and soups to remedy this, along with teas and exotic drinks. Depending on the time, he eats borderline charred chicken.
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Past
Hometown:
Okarthel.
Port Silver
Type of Childhood:
Reserved and troubled. Albeit his father and mother were present, at the age between eight and nine, both were dragged into slavery, leaving him and his brother into foster-hood. Up into his teens, him and his brother trained in the art of war until they were sent to war in Vaerik for a bide of power.
Childhood Pets:
An eagle, its feathers were golden in color and it were very beautiful, it died when he turned eight, just weeks before his parents were dragged into a slave army.
First Memory:
Getting thrown against a wall by a soldier from another land, presumeably a could-be-father, since his mother was not so savory in her past time.
Most Important Memory:
At the age of fifteen,, he killed his first man in a duel.
Why:
This taught him- “Any man can die.” It was important that he learned this quickly, else he himself, would die quickly.
Dream Job:
Education:
Knightly education under the Jason. This includes combat, and education of noble speak, full understanding to read and write common, so on and so forth. Through his father for the first two portions of his very early life, he learned the art of carpentry and being a combatant with quarterstaves and two handed weaponry. Being a smith helps aswell with his body.
Furthermore, the young man understands lower arms ranging from longswords to the roundel, however has never seemed to grasp the mace. His understanding of bows is outstanding, but he can also make the weapon itself and fletch arrows.
Present
Current Location:
On a ship heading to Mirrasilii lands. He and the comrades he’s made on the ship normally rest at the prow assuring equipment they gathered is in check and properly maintained.
Religion:
He worships war as a concepts and believes it to be a way to enlightenment. To kill is to preserve, to kill is to grant oneself a ticket to the Afterlife and the Abyss to come.
Finances:
Well off.
Posessions: Whatever he’s been making, along with Moibeal’s coverage.
Alignment:
Neutral Evil / Lawful Evil.
Vaziel’s law is the following-
Take nothing, take everything.
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