Post by Vaeryn on Mar 3, 2013 16:57:26 GMT -5
Full Birth Name: Vaeryn, son of Kel’dyn
Alias/ nickname: None
Race: Angel
Gender: Male
Age: 325
Physical Appearance:
Vaeryn stands at a striking six foot two, with toned, muscled limbs and torso, what can be expected of a great warrior. Most of the time he is shirtless, wearing only a pair of pants and reinforced leather boots lightly plated in steel. His forearms are bound in the same thick leather with metal plating, and occasionally he may wear shoulder guards, but no other armour for ultimate flexibility. His face is aesthetic, with a strong jaw line, slim nose, and high cheekbones beneath dark eyes. His irises are dark iron grey, and stare hard at any adversary he faces, ringed in a thin line of black so that the shade is all the more striking and defined against the whites of his eyes. These eyes bear the knowledge of many kills, and his left eye is scarred through is eyebrow and down his cheekbone. He wears the mark upon his face like a trophy of war. His long dark hair extends down his back and bears beaded braids as well as metallic trinkets such as small disks that flash in the light. His feathered wings mirror the pigmentation of his eyes and hair, as they are a mottled brown and dark storm-grey, flecked with red-russet to burnt umber flecks and speckles, like a thundercloud splattered with blood. Vaeryn is a battle-hardened warrior, and he bears the proof upon his back and lower legs. Hundreds of tiny tattoos cloud over his feet and work their way up to their knees like a spreading swarm, but these are normally covered by his pants and boots. A long line of rune-like markings trails down his spine in the same black ink, working up the back of his neck and across, spreading out along his shoulder blades and upper back, tracing the line of his shoulders. Every mark is the trace left by a kill, and Vaeryn exposes these tattoos only when he wants t be known by his fighting prowess.
Personality Traits:
If there was anyone, anywhere, that embodies everything there is to be about the phrase 'strong and silent', it is Vaeryn. His great physical strength is not instantly obvious, but he has proved that he is more than capable when it comes to wielding dense, brute force. Vaeryn also rarely says a word. When asked a question by a superior he will always reply, but by anyone else and he will usually regard it with indifference and turn away. It is possible for him to go months without a single word passing his lips, and for this his voice more often than not adopts a rough, hoarse and gravelly quality to it, showing just how little his voice is used.
Vaeryn isn’t so much the kill first, ask questions later type of man as the kill first, don’t ask questions type. He also doesn't accept second chances. Once you screw up, that's it, the only lifeline gone- you're worthless to him. Vaeryn is also a man who takes calculated risks, and has been known in the past to abstain from a near-impossible fight so that he can live to fight another day. The dead don't battle on.
Weaponry:
He normally wields a partisan, the blade of the polearm's tip is always maintained and remains razor-sharp. The wood of the handle bears grooves, forming markings similar to those on his back. He also carries a set of feathered darts on his thigh which contain paralyzing poison, and a bow and quiver of arrows for long ranged attacks. He is also proficient with a long knife which he wields like a short sword.
Extras:
None.
History Summary:
It was by sheer miracle that his parents got together. His father, Kel'dyn was the son of a mighty warrior, and a great warrior of the Angel forces, with the markings and tattoos to prove it. His mother, Vethra, was the daughter of a man who owned fields and grew crops and food for the mighty Angel army. Well- not everyone can hold an axe and go screaming around a battlefield, right?
Anyway, it was by a series of unlikely events that brought them together, and it was not by love, but by family requirement of each other that his parents came to be. Their union was not a joyous one though. Their first born son was weak and sickly, and died a short time after birth. Neither Kel'dyn nor Vethra mourned the boy, but again produced another, a strong, healthy child which could scream from the very bottom of his lungs. They named him Vaeryn.
Vaeryn was a child who was taught obedience from a very early age. He was raised not to speak until spoken to or in dire need, to show respect to his superiors and to never show fear, pain, or emotion especially in the face of imminent danger. When his father was away in battle Vaeryn learned how to clear irrigation ditches, cook basic meals according to their nutrition, and silently aided his mother in raising two younger siblings- Vanyel, his brother, and Keryl, his littlest sister. It was obvious that Vaeryn held almost a like for his sister, and if it was possible for an Angel to love another it was shown between Vaeryn and Keryl. When she play-fought him, he would not fight back, he would sit unresponsively sharpening his father's weapons as she twisted braids into his long hair, which even then was down to his shoulders and hung in his face. Keryl took care of that glitch for him, and would keep his hair back in braids that pulled it back off his face. She'd just come over while he was preoccupied and start meddling with the long dark strands and Vaeryn would allow her to.
Life goes on, and Vaeryn passed his childhood years watching his father come and go, always returning with more tattoos, more marks and scars to show for his war ability. Then, at the end of his childhood, Kel'dyn thrust a spear into his hand and took him off into the vast emptiness of the savanna scrubland, determined to make this boy into a man. They went killing, and in the early hours of a baking summer morning, Vaeryn returned with his father, already wearing the eye scar that he had received from the effort of his first kill. Vaeryn had worn it with pride.
And so it continued. Vaeryn adopted his father's name alongside his own and at the earliest opportunity Vaeryn joined the Angel army. It was in those long, grueling years that Vaeryn came to be scored with over seven hundred markings on his back and legs, each one symbolising a life snuffed by his weapon or occasionally by his own two hands. It's easy enough to say that he rarely saw his father after that, both of them separated into their own battalions and returning home at different times. It was Vaeryn who raised Vanyel to be a warrior too, beating respect and honour into his little brother just as he had been taught it as a child. It was Vaeryn who took Vanyel out into the woods and witnessed his first kill. It was also within those periods of returning home that he watched Keryl grow from a loud, determined little girl who would braid his hair, into a steel-strong and striking young fighter who could have any weaker man crippled with one blow and a sharp glance. Keryl, with her now bleached and dyed dreadlocks knotted at the back of her head, who took up Vaeryn's old spear and called it her own.
It was several years later when Vaeryn was called from his home in the dead of the night, gathered into a single platoon and told of the disturbing situation they faced. Here, Vaeryn came to discover that others of their species, and the Elementals across the planet had been vanishing, never to return. It was their orders to find out how, and where, and Angels being Angels, they obeyed.
It was by a complete accident that Vaeryn was lost himself that night.
When he woke, he found himself in a world he did not recognise, populated by creatures that could prove a match to Angel military strength. He took a few days to acquaint himself with this world, and set about learning of these creatures he did not recognise. The existence of Immortals had been known in the Earth-world for many years, and there was a significant number of books written on them, about their exploits, conquests, origins, strengths and weaknesses. This made it easy for his kind to enslave those who called themselves Vampires.
Portions of his world had emerged in the Earth-world, and Vaeryn found shelter at the great fortress of Namaești. Life goes on. Battles were fought, some won and some lost. And then came the fateful night of the great Battle, when an army of Humans and Werewolves marched on their stronghold. The battle was hard fought, and many of each side were killed, although the attacking army suffered further losses. When they discovered a clandestine group of Vampires attacking from another angle, Vaeryn thought that their defenses were safe, but the Vampires slave s were released from the prisons of Namaești and the enemy unleashed fire and brimstone upon his home.
He had been brought to a realm he did not know, been attacked by the natives, and had his hone destroyed and his comrades murdered. Vaeryn developed a deep resentment for the people of the Earth-world. Then, many years later, when the gates of the city opened, Vaeryn went to live in the city, pretending to be an Angel of peace while the anger and hatred festers in his heart, waiting for a chance to boil over.