Post by christian on Nov 20, 2010 22:14:34 GMT -5
Name : Vryell Ztarwysh Hayven
Age : 19
Race : Human
Occupattion : Magic User, Blacksmith. And part of the nobility.
Allegiance : Broddring, but he doesn’t feel to identificate with the nation, he may escape someday. He thinks that if the nation arise, it would be just as before, and it will fall again because another war, he wants to find another option.
Physical Description:
Vryell has curly brown fair hair, with a bit more dark eyebrows, that make a good combination with his fair skin and sometimes, almost never, the beard he has around his cheeks and mouth ( that almost no one have seen, because he always shave ). He has lightly blue eyes, at the point that almost, not too much people could say the colour of his eyes. His look inspires peace.
His body is fit, because of the work that he does as Apprentice of his uncle, he isn’t as the common of the blacksmiths, his muscles are not too defined, but he has the enough force to do his work. This combination make him seem like someone agile. He has a brand in his arm, a Group of symbols that he can't understand and goes from his shoulder to his wrist. He is not tall or low, he stand at 5.1 feet and weighs one hundred seventy six pounds.
He usually wears grey or green vests, brown or grey jeans and Black leather boots, and over all of his clothes always, his favourite Black coat, that hides His pod, what always hang on his back with a few straps around his trunk, where has his sword in case of need when he enters the forest (almost everytime there is some lonely wolf ready to satisfy his hunger with him) to search for some materials like some sort of wood that only can be found in the deepest part of the forest, where almost everytime he feels the conscience of the animals through his mind but always tries to think or focus in other things to avoid their mind.
When Vryell was a child he was spending all the day working as blacksmith apprentice, but the rest of the day he was reading some dusty old books that he always was finding in the nobility library, with some kinds of words and runes that he couldn’t understand from the start but then, he heard about the magic, and he started to practice it until these days. This is the why of his behaviour that most people can't understand sometimes, because being part of the nobility he prefers to sit near a river enjoying the beauty of the wildness, than be occupied with the nobility problems and their selectivities that he will never share.
Personality :
Well, in one Word, he is kind, but too has a Strong sense of justice and honour. He cames from nobility something that he hates, because he cannot make true friends because of it, something that makes him not confide too much in others, he enjoy the celebrations as much as the normal people, but too enjoy the time alone, in peace and with his own thoughts. At first sight seems to be very social, but always keeps a flame of distrust. He isn't easy to encounter, in fact he can't be found during the day because almost everyday ( when he isn't at the iron-works ) is reading something or resting wherever you imagine because of his lazy behaviour of everyday.
He is very proud, and sometimes, too much spontaneous, taking accelerated and erroneous desitions, but this is only when he feel very offended, the rest of the time always think before doing something and always tryes not to fight, he analyzes every point of the enemy before the start of an attack.
He considers himself somebody wise between his race, but he always wanted to know about other races that Could teach him other things or maybe someone that give him a clue about how to end this circle of war. But he has a secret, something that nobody should know, only him, and its something about he isn’t very proud, but he accepted since the first time he felt how his blood started to boil in his first battle, a feeling that he couldn’t understand but he like it, its something that he only feels in a combat when the only thing that he thought were the ways to defeat the enemy, that’s one of the why’s he doesn’t likes fighting
History:
Vryaell was born in April’s 26th, and he doesn’t know what happened that day, he only knows what the eldest people say about his parents, but he thinks that them hide something, because everybody tell him the same story when he ask: …‘ Oh! Here goes again, Vryaell, asking about his foggy past, well first, you born in a campaign that your dad and mom accepted, when the Empire was in war. Just because they were the only ones that knew a bit more than the normal magicians of the city and too, they were really good at fight, your mom with his bow made of a Raa'Zac horn, and your dad with an incredible amount of experience and talent with the sword, that make of them an unstoppable couple of warriors for almost all the races, but, their missions were consisting in search and steal of some information from an elven location that no one knew about it. In the travel your mother gave birth you, a total surprise for them, because they thought that you would be born into two or three weeks, or more, but you just born before that. So they continued with the mission, because the information was of plenty importance, but when they reached the location, they fought against three elves, and almost were defeated by the elves, but with a bit of luck they handled the situation to escape them, and reach his camp, where five soldiers were waiting for them, so your parents told the story to the men, and ordered to one of them that ran to the city with you, because it was too dangerous, so them put your name and told you their last goodbye and ordered the soldier to go away with a horse, but in that moment appeared the elves who attacked and killed three men, so your parents and the other soldier start the fight, and the other went in way to the city, with you, but then the soldier who was with your parents was murdered by an arrow directly in his heart, so while your dad and mom were distracting a moment an elve ran Fast and captured the soldier that were escaping, but the elve only take the children and let the soldier escape and reach the city.
And since then we didn’t know where was you or your parents, but three weeks happened and one day from nowhere you appeared in front of your uncle's door, at first no one knew who was you, but then the soldier that still staying in the city, recognized you and told to everyone that you were the son of Raphael Ztarwish and Trinity Hayven, and since then you lived with your uncle and cousins’
And always they tell me the same, and nothing about my parents, or where i stayed those three weeks, or what are those symbols on my arm… well is something that i rather prefer not to think, because in this city i won't find any clue about it.
