Post by Rolf on Jun 12, 2014 17:36:36 GMT -5
This is the first character I'm creating here. It's a little edgier than the characters I usually come up with and I hope I'm not crossing any lines.
Name: Valerian Malva (goes by Ryan for the time being)
Age: 19
Race: Human(?)
Physical description
Valerian is a tall, slender youth with a noble bearing, dark hair and a fair complexion, bordering on pale. His facial expression is usually calm and hard to read, his piercing blue eyes are both captivating and slightly unnerving.
Having left his home with little more than the clothes on his back, Valerian is dressed in rich garments, the quality of which is hard to discern under all the grime.
Personality
Due to his sheltered upbringing, Valerian is rather naive. he is a man used to having his every whim attended to and is having a hard time adjusting to life outside of the lavish manor he grew up in.
Though he may appear cold, arrogant and aloof, people who can stand being around Valerian long enough come to understand how much the young noble values loyalty, honor and justice. Valerian will usually go out of his way to do the right thing, even if he doesn't really understand what the right thing is. When Valerian finds a cause worth fighting for, he will often pursue it to the point of obsession.
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Abilities
Swordplay
On his father's insistence, Valerian has been drilled in the way of the sword since the day he could hold one. The style he learned is considered rather unconventional among the courts, utilizing techniques that would be considered dishonorable, if not outright illegal, in official tournaments. Though his swordplay has not earned him any trophies, Valerian can hold his own in a real fight, even when outnumbered.
Suggestion
People seem to have a hard time ignoring Valerian's requests and follow any order he gives them. He had always assuame med that people did as he asked simply because of his noble birth, but his influence seems to hold even with those who are unaware of the young noble's status. After giving people particularly forceful commands, Valerian becomes lightheaded and sometimes starts bleeding from the nose.
Superhuman healing / toughness
Recently, Valerian has noticed that his wounds seem to heal much faster than those around him. He once woke up with nothing more than a faint scar mere days after sustaining a wound that would surely have slain a normal man.
Biography
Valerian was born the son of Bethran Malva, a count of mediocre standing in Gartrova, a small country ruled by a senate of four dukes. He was raised mostly by his mother and servants in her employ. As a boy, he saw his father only during silent family dinners and the rigorous combat training sessions the count put him through. From childhood Valrian's mother, countess Sidonia, groomed him for life in the courts. He quickly learned the unwritten rules to the vicious games which determined the pecking order amongst Gartrova's nobility.
When Valerian reached adulthood, his mother began inviting over noblemen to introduce their daughters. The men always seemed remarkably eager to arrange a betrothal for their children, despite often being of much higher standing than Valerian's own father.
One day, the Malva household was the host to none other than the grand duke himself. The duke's daughter, the lovely Lady Natalia, had suitors from all over the highest circles of nobility, all hoping for a match that would surely guarantee a seat in the senate. Valerian wondered why the grand duke would bother to introduce his daughter the the son of a lowly count. As the evening wore on, the young man found himself more and more intrigued by this timid, polite girl that was the desire of half the realm's noblemen. The count had excused himself shortly after dinner, no longer being able to stand the sight of his wife being more than a little too friendly with the grand duke, as she tended to be with most men she wanted something from. As the countess poured her guest yet another glass of expensive wine, she suggested that Valerian an Natalia take a walk through the Manor's gardens, so that they could become better acquainted, the duke murmured his agreement without even shifting his gaze.
As the two young nobles strolled trough the gardens, which were remarkably devoid of guardsmen or other servants, Natalia gently took hold of Valerian's hand, A remarkably bold gesture for a lady of noble birth. Despite the mild spring weather, she claimed to be cold and requested that Valerian take her on a tour of the mansion's interior instead. As he led her trough the halls of his ancestral home, Valerian noticed that the girl seemed to have little interest in the impressive paintings and tapestries which lined the walls. Instead, she kept her gaze firmly locked on him. When they reached Valerian's personal chambers, Natalia asked to be shown inside, her lips forming a subtly flirtatious grin. Unable to refuse her incredibly forward request, Valerian ushered the lady inside and closed the door behind them. As he turned around, the grand duke's daughter practically pounced the young man and kissed him full on the lips.
Within seconds, the pair of them landed on the bed, hastily tearing off their clothes. A great hunger overtook Valerian, when he struggled without success to undo Natalia's intricate corset, he looked around in frustration and noticed the dagger he used as a letter opener. He hooked the viciously sharp blade under the accursed garment, ripping it open in a single fluid slash. The girl let out a gasp of surprise and Valerian looked down at her now bare chest to see a thin crimson line where the dagger had broken her skin. He opened his mouth to utter a panicked apology, but Natalia silenced him with another kiss. When their lips parted, she urged the stunned young man to continue.
After the pair finished their lovemaking, they lay side by side, gazing upon eachother with desire. Noticing that her superficial wound had started to bleed, Valerian ran a finger between Natalia's breasts and looked with fascination as the blood trickled down his finger.
Noticing his distraction, the girl took his hand and suggestively licked it clean. A fire stirring within him, Valerian took the dagger once more and made a delicate cut just above her navel. She gasped in excitement and let out a sound of satisfaction as he licked clean her new wound. Again and again he let his blade flash, covering the girl's pale flesh with streaks of red. So entranced did he become with this macabre game that he never even noticed her moans of pleasure turning into screams of pain and panic. When he finally regained his senses, Natalia was lying next to him, an unmoving figure on a bed stained crimson. Panicked, Valerian shook her lifeless body and felt his heart sink deep into his stomach when he realized the girl would never wake again.
Under the cover of darkness, the young noble left his home forever, carrying only a handful of possessions and some scraps of food he swiped from the kitchen.
A week later, he crossed the border, leaving for far away lands in self-imposed exile. And so he lived for months, buying food and shelter with the coin he took with him. More than once he had to rely on his skills with a blade and his way with words to survive in the harsh outside world.
Valerian, or 'Ryan' as he introduces himself these days, does not know where his path with take him, or if he will ever return home and face his fate.
Name: Valerian Malva (goes by Ryan for the time being)
Age: 19
Race: Human(?)
Physical description
Valerian is a tall, slender youth with a noble bearing, dark hair and a fair complexion, bordering on pale. His facial expression is usually calm and hard to read, his piercing blue eyes are both captivating and slightly unnerving.
Having left his home with little more than the clothes on his back, Valerian is dressed in rich garments, the quality of which is hard to discern under all the grime.
Personality
Due to his sheltered upbringing, Valerian is rather naive. he is a man used to having his every whim attended to and is having a hard time adjusting to life outside of the lavish manor he grew up in.
Though he may appear cold, arrogant and aloof, people who can stand being around Valerian long enough come to understand how much the young noble values loyalty, honor and justice. Valerian will usually go out of his way to do the right thing, even if he doesn't really understand what the right thing is. When Valerian finds a cause worth fighting for, he will often pursue it to the point of obsession.
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Abilities
Swordplay
On his father's insistence, Valerian has been drilled in the way of the sword since the day he could hold one. The style he learned is considered rather unconventional among the courts, utilizing techniques that would be considered dishonorable, if not outright illegal, in official tournaments. Though his swordplay has not earned him any trophies, Valerian can hold his own in a real fight, even when outnumbered.
Suggestion
People seem to have a hard time ignoring Valerian's requests and follow any order he gives them. He had always assuame med that people did as he asked simply because of his noble birth, but his influence seems to hold even with those who are unaware of the young noble's status. After giving people particularly forceful commands, Valerian becomes lightheaded and sometimes starts bleeding from the nose.
Superhuman healing / toughness
Recently, Valerian has noticed that his wounds seem to heal much faster than those around him. He once woke up with nothing more than a faint scar mere days after sustaining a wound that would surely have slain a normal man.
Biography
Valerian was born the son of Bethran Malva, a count of mediocre standing in Gartrova, a small country ruled by a senate of four dukes. He was raised mostly by his mother and servants in her employ. As a boy, he saw his father only during silent family dinners and the rigorous combat training sessions the count put him through. From childhood Valrian's mother, countess Sidonia, groomed him for life in the courts. He quickly learned the unwritten rules to the vicious games which determined the pecking order amongst Gartrova's nobility.
When Valerian reached adulthood, his mother began inviting over noblemen to introduce their daughters. The men always seemed remarkably eager to arrange a betrothal for their children, despite often being of much higher standing than Valerian's own father.
One day, the Malva household was the host to none other than the grand duke himself. The duke's daughter, the lovely Lady Natalia, had suitors from all over the highest circles of nobility, all hoping for a match that would surely guarantee a seat in the senate. Valerian wondered why the grand duke would bother to introduce his daughter the the son of a lowly count. As the evening wore on, the young man found himself more and more intrigued by this timid, polite girl that was the desire of half the realm's noblemen. The count had excused himself shortly after dinner, no longer being able to stand the sight of his wife being more than a little too friendly with the grand duke, as she tended to be with most men she wanted something from. As the countess poured her guest yet another glass of expensive wine, she suggested that Valerian an Natalia take a walk through the Manor's gardens, so that they could become better acquainted, the duke murmured his agreement without even shifting his gaze.
As the two young nobles strolled trough the gardens, which were remarkably devoid of guardsmen or other servants, Natalia gently took hold of Valerian's hand, A remarkably bold gesture for a lady of noble birth. Despite the mild spring weather, she claimed to be cold and requested that Valerian take her on a tour of the mansion's interior instead. As he led her trough the halls of his ancestral home, Valerian noticed that the girl seemed to have little interest in the impressive paintings and tapestries which lined the walls. Instead, she kept her gaze firmly locked on him. When they reached Valerian's personal chambers, Natalia asked to be shown inside, her lips forming a subtly flirtatious grin. Unable to refuse her incredibly forward request, Valerian ushered the lady inside and closed the door behind them. As he turned around, the grand duke's daughter practically pounced the young man and kissed him full on the lips.
Within seconds, the pair of them landed on the bed, hastily tearing off their clothes. A great hunger overtook Valerian, when he struggled without success to undo Natalia's intricate corset, he looked around in frustration and noticed the dagger he used as a letter opener. He hooked the viciously sharp blade under the accursed garment, ripping it open in a single fluid slash. The girl let out a gasp of surprise and Valerian looked down at her now bare chest to see a thin crimson line where the dagger had broken her skin. He opened his mouth to utter a panicked apology, but Natalia silenced him with another kiss. When their lips parted, she urged the stunned young man to continue.
After the pair finished their lovemaking, they lay side by side, gazing upon eachother with desire. Noticing that her superficial wound had started to bleed, Valerian ran a finger between Natalia's breasts and looked with fascination as the blood trickled down his finger.
Noticing his distraction, the girl took his hand and suggestively licked it clean. A fire stirring within him, Valerian took the dagger once more and made a delicate cut just above her navel. She gasped in excitement and let out a sound of satisfaction as he licked clean her new wound. Again and again he let his blade flash, covering the girl's pale flesh with streaks of red. So entranced did he become with this macabre game that he never even noticed her moans of pleasure turning into screams of pain and panic. When he finally regained his senses, Natalia was lying next to him, an unmoving figure on a bed stained crimson. Panicked, Valerian shook her lifeless body and felt his heart sink deep into his stomach when he realized the girl would never wake again.
Under the cover of darkness, the young noble left his home forever, carrying only a handful of possessions and some scraps of food he swiped from the kitchen.
A week later, he crossed the border, leaving for far away lands in self-imposed exile. And so he lived for months, buying food and shelter with the coin he took with him. More than once he had to rely on his skills with a blade and his way with words to survive in the harsh outside world.
Valerian, or 'Ryan' as he introduces himself these days, does not know where his path with take him, or if he will ever return home and face his fate.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.