Post by vereni on Dec 3, 2009 23:04:20 GMT -5
Name: Vereni, Daughter of Herelio
Race: Angel
Clan: Ja'Quel
Gender: Female
Age: 327
Appearance: What the humans would call an Asian, Vereni has brownish tan skin, with long silky black hair. Only standing five feet four inches and being surprisingly tone, you wouldn’t expect her to be all that strong, but contrary to what the eyes tell you, she surpasses most Angels in raw strength. Her tiny frame is a massive understatement to her abilities. Her armor on a normal day which she expects not to fight, is simply a thin leather breastplate, and reinforced leather pants as armor. Both are rather light, since she doesn’t need to be any hotter while working in the smithy. When she might enter combat, she wears full plate mail. She always carries Broken Blade with her, essentially since it’s her partner. Even though she hardly uses it. She has one bit of vanity which is a ornament she often wears in her hair, a red and yellow web of flowers that is placed along her hair. Her wings are a charcoal like color, not black but a extremely dark grey, and have a lighter grey tint to them, as if the smoke from the furnaces stained them.
Weapon: Most commonly fights just using her steel gauntlets and her massive strength, but her favorite and most dangerous weapon is what she calls her “Broken Blade”. What many would think to be a absurdly large sword, the blade is approximately seven feet long by itself. Along with a three foot hilt, this weapon hides a much more dangerous ability. Created by Vereni herself, the Broken Blade is a extremely dense weapon, forged and folded so many times the coal and fumes turned the metal black. The hilt is hollow metal pole with a thick chain inside of it. The Blade is actually several segments held in place by the chain while it is taunt. The segments stay straight by special locking mechanism where the segment above has a small ridge that fits into a small hole on the segment below it, locking it in straight position. When she flips a small release on the bottom of the hilt, the chain loosens causing the segments to detach from one another, making it more of a whip or chain weapon then a blade. The segments are so large and dense, it is extremely difficult to sharpen, thus you are just as likely to be crushed by them then to be cut. The length of the weapon while detached is slightly over fourteen feet in length. To pull the weapon back together, she detaches the back part of the hilt, nearly a foot, and pulls the chain back, then she can wind it back into the hilt, after combat is over of course. The weapon is so absurdly heavy that almost no other angel could hope to use it efficiently, while in Vereni’s hands, it can be used with destructive effect, albeit a bit slow. She can barely move at a fast walking pace while carrying the weapon.
History:
When some people say they grew up with the weight of the world on their shoulders, few mean it as literally as Vereni. At a young age, she was trained in the basics of blacksmithing, a art that took a level humans hadn’t achieved. An art that took tens of years to become capable of performing on ones own, the Ja’Quel are a clan strict beyond belief for a noncombatant role. From the age of three, Vereni had the various metals her clan used drilled into her head, along with how to refine and their various properties. At seven she began her lessons on being able to fight with every weapon, since you have to understand how a weapon works to attempt to make a efficient version of it, or to attempt to improve it. By the time she became comfortable with a weapon, it was time for her to train in the next, while still learning the first. Then add on the blacksmith lessons.
At twelve she was being drilled with every basic technique of working with metal, leather, or cloth to maximize their use. How to double the strength of steel, refine leather to be harder to cut, where to place studs for the best protection while not overweighting the armor. How to make sure a suit of armor is balanced, what plates to reinforce for what clans. How to balance a knife for combat or throwing. Her mind was forced to consume so many facts about her craft that she often thought of little else.
At fifteen, they started the serious portion of her training. She and her clanmate Nerada were taken out to a rocky cliff. The were told to hold a large bolder, one that they could barely lift, above their head, arms locked, for hours. Everyday from then on, they were taken out to the one cliff you could find in the desert area, and forced to hold increasingly larger and larger boulders over their head.
“The stronger you are, the stronger you can make your weapons. A heavy hammer leads to stronger metal. Stronger metal makes a stronger blade.”
From then on, their were pushed to further and further increase their strength, through a variety of intense methods. The boulders were just the longest, more grueling and heavily pushed one. One time though, Vereni collapsed under the pressure.
“Pathetic, get out of my sight.”
Her fathers voice rang in her ears, and later that night, she returned to the cliff, walking along the precut stones, until she found the one she was looking for. The metal sphere her father carried when he trained himself. Barely capable of lifting it, she manage to get it over her head, counting the seconds till her body gave out. Then sleeping for a short while, she woke up and tried again. She continued this for years, unknown to the rest of her clan. At the age of twenty, she was lifting boulders the fifty year old angels practiced on. Her raw strength ended up surpassing angels several times her age. One of the three council members, the leaders of her clan, approached her and congratulated her for her achievement, even though her father never congratulated her.
At the age of twenty-nine, she was sent out to help out during the wars, repairing and reinforcing armor on the front lines. She spent fifty years on the front lines, repairing reinforcing, and occasionally fighting. Finding various ways to train her body as she worked. Finding a large rock, boulder, or anything that would work, she would smash it till it was the right size. If nothing was available, she would use her anvil or weapon racks, metal stacked on a pallet, anything that would work.
By the time she returned to her clan, she had become a very adept blacksmith, and a very strong one, far beyond what her clan had expected at her age. At the age of sixty-five, she was a very capable craftsman and her clan took her for the final leg of her training. They replaced the stone boulder, with a metal orb similar to the one she used in secret. For then next sixty-seven years she was taught the final arts of making a weapon, or armor. At the age of one hundred thirty two, she was took the trials for full membership into the clan. She was required to make a weapon that would impress the council members.
For the first time, she fully utilized her strength in the creation of a weapon. Hammering the metal with more force then anyone thought her body was capable of. She created a weapon denser, stronger, and more durable then anyone her age should have ever been capable of. A lance that could pierce the thickest of armor easily, sharpened to a incredible state, elegant as her clan could ever be expected of. Her tribute was heavy, harder to hold then most lances.
The council members were so impressed with the weapon, despite its downfall in weight, that they all immediately agreed to her admission. Her father still seemed to care little, and for once, she didn’t give a damn about him.
Taking her accomplishment to heart, she began her new life with a good bit of pride. Quickly requesting a metal sphere heavier then any they had ever had built. At first the council members were reluctant, but she made a bet with them. If they cooperated with her, she would work until she was capable of weapons stronger then anything they had ever seen. And should she fail to accomplish that, she would leave the clan. If she did accomplish it, they had to agree to a trial for the council member seat. A duel to the death using only weapons the combatants chose.
The council members agreed, setting the time limit at one hundred years. For that time, she traveled around, taking the newly made sphere with her, making tens of thousands of weapons. For some of the greatest angels. Including even Omarion, which she made his gloves and warhammer for. Both of which were some of her most prized works.
By the time she returned to her clan, she had long since been ready. Finishing her masterpiece months before the designated time. When she approached the council members, she made a new proposal. Let them see her weapon in battle, commence the duel. Her opponent was the council member Eronaso, the one who had complimented her over a hundred and fifty years ago.
“You loved my improvement so much, back then I had assumed you would want to experience it yourself, honorable councilmember.”
She said with a smile, unwrapping her weapon as she did. Broken Blade. He scoffed at her,
“You spend a hundred years and come back with such a predictable, pitiful weapon. My compliment was misplaced.”
“I am sorry to hear you think so, I was going to ask to marry you one I win.”
Her smile turned slightly sinister as she finished, her eyes slanted giving her a sinister look. And everyone knew she wasn’t serious, since it was a fight to the death. The fight started as Eronsano rushed at her, twin sickles being his weapon of choice. With a bright smile and a click, her blade seemed to break before everyone, until she lashed out with an attack of range unpredicted by the older angel. His eyes widened slightly as he brought his sickles up to block the impending blow. The sickles shattered like glass under the unheard of weight of her Broken Blade. His body was ripped in two down to just above his hip, crushing nearly every bone in his chest. She smiled with the same genial smile as she pulled the chain back in, ripping the segment from the dead council members body as she did.
From then on, she was well known as the youngest Council member of the Ja’Quel clan. She did not stay long though, for she left to continue assisting in the war that was soon approaching its end. Quickly becoming famous for her unheard of personality and incredibly heavy and often creative weapons. Broken Blade was often instantly linked with her name if spoken. Several nicknames where spread about her, some she would love, some she would never hear.
Despite her fame, she continued to train herself to become better. Ordering another, heavier, sphere shortly after achieving her rank. She often would help in the front lines in combat, now more confident in her abilities. She soon learned of a massive issue with her weapon. She was too limited in close range. Bearing a new pair of steel gauntlets, she began training in hand to hand. Her massive strength making her attacks devastating, leaving her opponents with little option but to dodge the strong but relatively slow strikes.
At the age of three hundred and twelve, she had perfected her fighting style, now easily capable of fighting as necessary. Though she lacked the vast amount of experience of other angels, leaving her with much skill with little application. But when she did make her presence on the battlefield, wearing her full plate metal armor and bearing Broken Blade, her devastating strength was a force to be feared.
As she returned to her home town, she made a single trip to the cliff she had been drilled for so long upon. As she walked along the rocky wall, she noticed a strange discoloration, as if it were mimicking the moon. Vereni touched the discoloration lightly, and her world flipped upside down.
- Extras-
Personality: Vereni’s personality is a curious thing that much be truly analyzed to be understood. Vereni is often considered light hearted and outspoken. Often teasing her comrades and making jokes. To many of the angel race she is a failure and a dishonorable figure. But when you take a look at her internal workings, many of the angels have to acknowledge the feat she has obtained. While she might appear to be a failure as an angel, in reality, she is always calm and efficient. Her jokes and light hearted teasing never truly show emotions, since she does them all the time. Her often smiling face is also perceived as a failure to control her emotions, but again, since it is a constant ever present action, it truly doesn’t show any real emotion. Unlike most angels who try to hide their emotions behind a cold mask, she hides her behind a ever-present genial one. The concept gives her a bit of leverage on other angels, since they often don’t know how to deal with her, and most have to because of her skill at blacksmithing. Make no mistake, she’s as cool, calm and collected as any other angel.
No matter how carefree she acts while ‘off duty’(Not really possible for an angel, but when she isn’t making something or her rare fights). While she is working or fighting she clicks into a state of pure concentration. If she is needed for something, or there is something that requires her full attention, humor takes a back seat and the gloves come off.
While at the same time she is eager to work, she is often very arrogant and stubborn. As she is one of the top blacksmiths of her clan, even at her young age, she has high expectations of those she forges weapons for. Thus she often refuses to make weapons for those she feels don’t deserve them. She will repair or reinforce weapons for practically any angel, but she will not make new weapons or armor for people who haven’t proven themselves in her eyes. Her arrogance also only exists within her role, take her out of the smithy, and she loses a lot of her conceit. Not to say she still doesn’t have her pride. She will often give her leader a hard time, half her way of testing them, their composure, half just her way of hiding her emotions. She also takes offense to being ordered, since even though she is the one of the lowest ranking angels in a combat scenario, she is still one of the highest ranking members of her clan.
Race: Angel
Clan: Ja'Quel
Gender: Female
Age: 327
Appearance: What the humans would call an Asian, Vereni has brownish tan skin, with long silky black hair. Only standing five feet four inches and being surprisingly tone, you wouldn’t expect her to be all that strong, but contrary to what the eyes tell you, she surpasses most Angels in raw strength. Her tiny frame is a massive understatement to her abilities. Her armor on a normal day which she expects not to fight, is simply a thin leather breastplate, and reinforced leather pants as armor. Both are rather light, since she doesn’t need to be any hotter while working in the smithy. When she might enter combat, she wears full plate mail. She always carries Broken Blade with her, essentially since it’s her partner. Even though she hardly uses it. She has one bit of vanity which is a ornament she often wears in her hair, a red and yellow web of flowers that is placed along her hair. Her wings are a charcoal like color, not black but a extremely dark grey, and have a lighter grey tint to them, as if the smoke from the furnaces stained them.
Weapon: Most commonly fights just using her steel gauntlets and her massive strength, but her favorite and most dangerous weapon is what she calls her “Broken Blade”. What many would think to be a absurdly large sword, the blade is approximately seven feet long by itself. Along with a three foot hilt, this weapon hides a much more dangerous ability. Created by Vereni herself, the Broken Blade is a extremely dense weapon, forged and folded so many times the coal and fumes turned the metal black. The hilt is hollow metal pole with a thick chain inside of it. The Blade is actually several segments held in place by the chain while it is taunt. The segments stay straight by special locking mechanism where the segment above has a small ridge that fits into a small hole on the segment below it, locking it in straight position. When she flips a small release on the bottom of the hilt, the chain loosens causing the segments to detach from one another, making it more of a whip or chain weapon then a blade. The segments are so large and dense, it is extremely difficult to sharpen, thus you are just as likely to be crushed by them then to be cut. The length of the weapon while detached is slightly over fourteen feet in length. To pull the weapon back together, she detaches the back part of the hilt, nearly a foot, and pulls the chain back, then she can wind it back into the hilt, after combat is over of course. The weapon is so absurdly heavy that almost no other angel could hope to use it efficiently, while in Vereni’s hands, it can be used with destructive effect, albeit a bit slow. She can barely move at a fast walking pace while carrying the weapon.
History:
When some people say they grew up with the weight of the world on their shoulders, few mean it as literally as Vereni. At a young age, she was trained in the basics of blacksmithing, a art that took a level humans hadn’t achieved. An art that took tens of years to become capable of performing on ones own, the Ja’Quel are a clan strict beyond belief for a noncombatant role. From the age of three, Vereni had the various metals her clan used drilled into her head, along with how to refine and their various properties. At seven she began her lessons on being able to fight with every weapon, since you have to understand how a weapon works to attempt to make a efficient version of it, or to attempt to improve it. By the time she became comfortable with a weapon, it was time for her to train in the next, while still learning the first. Then add on the blacksmith lessons.
At twelve she was being drilled with every basic technique of working with metal, leather, or cloth to maximize their use. How to double the strength of steel, refine leather to be harder to cut, where to place studs for the best protection while not overweighting the armor. How to make sure a suit of armor is balanced, what plates to reinforce for what clans. How to balance a knife for combat or throwing. Her mind was forced to consume so many facts about her craft that she often thought of little else.
At fifteen, they started the serious portion of her training. She and her clanmate Nerada were taken out to a rocky cliff. The were told to hold a large bolder, one that they could barely lift, above their head, arms locked, for hours. Everyday from then on, they were taken out to the one cliff you could find in the desert area, and forced to hold increasingly larger and larger boulders over their head.
“The stronger you are, the stronger you can make your weapons. A heavy hammer leads to stronger metal. Stronger metal makes a stronger blade.”
From then on, their were pushed to further and further increase their strength, through a variety of intense methods. The boulders were just the longest, more grueling and heavily pushed one. One time though, Vereni collapsed under the pressure.
“Pathetic, get out of my sight.”
Her fathers voice rang in her ears, and later that night, she returned to the cliff, walking along the precut stones, until she found the one she was looking for. The metal sphere her father carried when he trained himself. Barely capable of lifting it, she manage to get it over her head, counting the seconds till her body gave out. Then sleeping for a short while, she woke up and tried again. She continued this for years, unknown to the rest of her clan. At the age of twenty, she was lifting boulders the fifty year old angels practiced on. Her raw strength ended up surpassing angels several times her age. One of the three council members, the leaders of her clan, approached her and congratulated her for her achievement, even though her father never congratulated her.
At the age of twenty-nine, she was sent out to help out during the wars, repairing and reinforcing armor on the front lines. She spent fifty years on the front lines, repairing reinforcing, and occasionally fighting. Finding various ways to train her body as she worked. Finding a large rock, boulder, or anything that would work, she would smash it till it was the right size. If nothing was available, she would use her anvil or weapon racks, metal stacked on a pallet, anything that would work.
By the time she returned to her clan, she had become a very adept blacksmith, and a very strong one, far beyond what her clan had expected at her age. At the age of sixty-five, she was a very capable craftsman and her clan took her for the final leg of her training. They replaced the stone boulder, with a metal orb similar to the one she used in secret. For then next sixty-seven years she was taught the final arts of making a weapon, or armor. At the age of one hundred thirty two, she was took the trials for full membership into the clan. She was required to make a weapon that would impress the council members.
For the first time, she fully utilized her strength in the creation of a weapon. Hammering the metal with more force then anyone thought her body was capable of. She created a weapon denser, stronger, and more durable then anyone her age should have ever been capable of. A lance that could pierce the thickest of armor easily, sharpened to a incredible state, elegant as her clan could ever be expected of. Her tribute was heavy, harder to hold then most lances.
The council members were so impressed with the weapon, despite its downfall in weight, that they all immediately agreed to her admission. Her father still seemed to care little, and for once, she didn’t give a damn about him.
Taking her accomplishment to heart, she began her new life with a good bit of pride. Quickly requesting a metal sphere heavier then any they had ever had built. At first the council members were reluctant, but she made a bet with them. If they cooperated with her, she would work until she was capable of weapons stronger then anything they had ever seen. And should she fail to accomplish that, she would leave the clan. If she did accomplish it, they had to agree to a trial for the council member seat. A duel to the death using only weapons the combatants chose.
The council members agreed, setting the time limit at one hundred years. For that time, she traveled around, taking the newly made sphere with her, making tens of thousands of weapons. For some of the greatest angels. Including even Omarion, which she made his gloves and warhammer for. Both of which were some of her most prized works.
By the time she returned to her clan, she had long since been ready. Finishing her masterpiece months before the designated time. When she approached the council members, she made a new proposal. Let them see her weapon in battle, commence the duel. Her opponent was the council member Eronaso, the one who had complimented her over a hundred and fifty years ago.
“You loved my improvement so much, back then I had assumed you would want to experience it yourself, honorable councilmember.”
She said with a smile, unwrapping her weapon as she did. Broken Blade. He scoffed at her,
“You spend a hundred years and come back with such a predictable, pitiful weapon. My compliment was misplaced.”
“I am sorry to hear you think so, I was going to ask to marry you one I win.”
Her smile turned slightly sinister as she finished, her eyes slanted giving her a sinister look. And everyone knew she wasn’t serious, since it was a fight to the death. The fight started as Eronsano rushed at her, twin sickles being his weapon of choice. With a bright smile and a click, her blade seemed to break before everyone, until she lashed out with an attack of range unpredicted by the older angel. His eyes widened slightly as he brought his sickles up to block the impending blow. The sickles shattered like glass under the unheard of weight of her Broken Blade. His body was ripped in two down to just above his hip, crushing nearly every bone in his chest. She smiled with the same genial smile as she pulled the chain back in, ripping the segment from the dead council members body as she did.
From then on, she was well known as the youngest Council member of the Ja’Quel clan. She did not stay long though, for she left to continue assisting in the war that was soon approaching its end. Quickly becoming famous for her unheard of personality and incredibly heavy and often creative weapons. Broken Blade was often instantly linked with her name if spoken. Several nicknames where spread about her, some she would love, some she would never hear.
Despite her fame, she continued to train herself to become better. Ordering another, heavier, sphere shortly after achieving her rank. She often would help in the front lines in combat, now more confident in her abilities. She soon learned of a massive issue with her weapon. She was too limited in close range. Bearing a new pair of steel gauntlets, she began training in hand to hand. Her massive strength making her attacks devastating, leaving her opponents with little option but to dodge the strong but relatively slow strikes.
At the age of three hundred and twelve, she had perfected her fighting style, now easily capable of fighting as necessary. Though she lacked the vast amount of experience of other angels, leaving her with much skill with little application. But when she did make her presence on the battlefield, wearing her full plate metal armor and bearing Broken Blade, her devastating strength was a force to be feared.
As she returned to her home town, she made a single trip to the cliff she had been drilled for so long upon. As she walked along the rocky wall, she noticed a strange discoloration, as if it were mimicking the moon. Vereni touched the discoloration lightly, and her world flipped upside down.
- Extras-
Personality: Vereni’s personality is a curious thing that much be truly analyzed to be understood. Vereni is often considered light hearted and outspoken. Often teasing her comrades and making jokes. To many of the angel race she is a failure and a dishonorable figure. But when you take a look at her internal workings, many of the angels have to acknowledge the feat she has obtained. While she might appear to be a failure as an angel, in reality, she is always calm and efficient. Her jokes and light hearted teasing never truly show emotions, since she does them all the time. Her often smiling face is also perceived as a failure to control her emotions, but again, since it is a constant ever present action, it truly doesn’t show any real emotion. Unlike most angels who try to hide their emotions behind a cold mask, she hides her behind a ever-present genial one. The concept gives her a bit of leverage on other angels, since they often don’t know how to deal with her, and most have to because of her skill at blacksmithing. Make no mistake, she’s as cool, calm and collected as any other angel.
No matter how carefree she acts while ‘off duty’(Not really possible for an angel, but when she isn’t making something or her rare fights). While she is working or fighting she clicks into a state of pure concentration. If she is needed for something, or there is something that requires her full attention, humor takes a back seat and the gloves come off.
While at the same time she is eager to work, she is often very arrogant and stubborn. As she is one of the top blacksmiths of her clan, even at her young age, she has high expectations of those she forges weapons for. Thus she often refuses to make weapons for those she feels don’t deserve them. She will repair or reinforce weapons for practically any angel, but she will not make new weapons or armor for people who haven’t proven themselves in her eyes. Her arrogance also only exists within her role, take her out of the smithy, and she loses a lot of her conceit. Not to say she still doesn’t have her pride. She will often give her leader a hard time, half her way of testing them, their composure, half just her way of hiding her emotions. She also takes offense to being ordered, since even though she is the one of the lowest ranking angels in a combat scenario, she is still one of the highest ranking members of her clan.