Post by Valcrist on Feb 21, 2010 15:12:36 GMT -6
Name: Valcrist Terris
Class: Novice -> Myrmidon -> Swordmaster
Hair Color: Light Blond
Eye Color: Green
Age: 17
Appearance: A young man, slenderly build and about average height. If it wasn't for the sharp contrast between his light hair and dark skin, he would probably be quite average looking. He ties his blond hair into a ponytail so it will stay out his face, something that is very annoying in the hot desert. It would make more sense to just cut it, and no matter how much his mother persists he will not do it.
Clothes: He basically wears a normal blue shirt and blue pants, not being strong enough to really carry much armor on his body. Luckily he's speedy enough that he can dodge most kill blows, but his lack of armor will probably come back and bite him in the rear one day....
Born in: The edge of Nabata Desert
Story: Valcrist was born in a small village that lies on the outskirts to the desert of Nabata. The village had the good fortune to find a working underground water source, and a well provides water to the small place. With only about thirty people in total of the small settlement, it's hard to see how it survived all this time. That is, of course, if you've never seen their work. Despite being such a small town, so close to a desert being full of death, it's a regular stop for any trading caravan worth it's salt.
What they do is make art. Some of the continents most beautiful glass work comes from this small village, very much sought after by nobles and collectors of art. It wasn't just glass this village made, but all matter of art. From sculptures to custom-made weapons, there's always something for a caravan to nab on their rounds that they can sell to a noble for twice the price. Meanwhile the people buy food and supplies in trade. Rarely do they have to worry about bandits, as the rumors of the desert of death keeps them away.
This is where Valcrist was born and raised, and this is where he thought he would die. His mother was a incredible artist who created both incredibly detailed weapons and armor, these were works of art, a shame to ever be tarnished in the heat of battle. He never met his father, and was told by his mother that he was a man from the trading caravan many years ago.
Valcrist trained as an apprentice under his mother, blurring the lines between blacksmith and artist. He helped his mother create armor for noblemen, armor never to be worn and only hung in their house like a trophy... It almost saddened him none of these things were never to be used.
He was never content though, the desert was desolate and abandoned except for them. It was unlikely anyone else ever lived any further in, were water would really be impossible to find. It was a stroke of dumb luck that even they could live there. But him... He wanted to travel the continent. He wanted to see the places he read about, touch the places he only knew of in tales. The mountains of Bern, the thing called snow in Ilia, the seas of Lycia... Places the men in the caravan always spoke of but he could never go. Legends of men like the mighty Alan, incredible Kenshin, and chivalrous Rayl swam in his head.
One day... he just left. He stowed away with the trading caravan one fateful afternoon in a fit of impulse. Leaving scant but a note behind for his mother, he left the village of sand and sought out the rest of the world. Of course he was not very good at hiding, but when the caravan found him it was too late to take him back. Giving him a small amount of gold to get a ride on a caravan going back to the desert, they dropped him off in the nearest town. He used that money to, instead, kick off his journey armed with nothing but the sword he forged before leaving.
2nd Alt of Elias
*UPDATED September 4th, 2014*
(My profile for Val, specifically, is incredibly outdated. So I'm updating some more basic things, I'll do the story one day. Maybe.)
Name: Valcrist Terris
Class: Novice -> Myrmidon -> Swordmaster -> Yeoman -> Champion
Hair Color: Light Blond
Eye Color: Green
Age: 21
Appearance: He's still about the same height a few inches taller perhaps, about six foot even. He's gotten a bit broader in body because of aging and smithing, building up his muscles. He's strongly built from a combination of smithing, traveling, and fighting. He's clearly still built for speed, but less lithe then he used to be. His beautiful light blond hair has been cut, causing the world to weep bitter salty tears, and instead he keeps it relatively short now. His face is a bit harder from age and wear, but it still very clearly his own. He's bigger than he used to be, but doesn't particularly stand out in any noticeable way.
He wears what looks like a blue overcoat usually, it reaches down to a bit below his waist, between he knees and his waist actually. It's open and below is a black shirt, with brown trousers below those. He wears a pair of boots that keep he feet dry and all in all the outfit looks worn and torn from wearing it often. It's his traveling outfit, the coat helps keep him warm when he feels chilly because of being used to the desert heat so often. It's made out of some thick fabric, but recently he's taken to wearing light leather armor underneath it. Nothing spectacular, but it's the difference between an stray arrow killing him, and one just hurting him. Most noticeable is a long orange scarf lovingly wrapped around his neck, it reaches down to about the bottom of his overcoat, and is covered in small patches of slightly off color orange fabric, from when he's sowed it back together after it tears. The scarf is a soft and warm fabric, and helps him keep warm on those cold lonely nights.
Story: Too much to sum up easily so here's the super laconic version. Left home, fell for Chelsea but was super friendzoned, cried about it a bit. Got beat up by some mages, and was sad about being lame, so got Yaen to teach him to be cool. Learned swordsmanship from Yaen as they traveled around Sacea with Wein and ran into Kenshin, Kenshin scared Valcrist and he ran away and got lost on the plain. Ran into Chelsea and gave her a cool bow and cried some, then found some random Sacaen tribe. They seemed cool, but they killed some dudes over a misunderstanding and Valcrist got mad over their black/white morality, and 'stole' a lump of iron to get them to do the same punishment to him. When they did, Valcrist fought back and (barely) killed their chieftain in a one on one 'duel of honor'. He also found a girl there he liked, but she friendzoned him too.
Then he went north, ran into Richter's merry misfits and became a blacksmith for them. He recieved his windsword via courier at the time, and then they headed south and ran into a bandit army. They fought and kidnapped Richter, so Clair left with half the dudes to get him back, while Valcrist stuck with the army moving south. He became a 'scout' but he didn't really want to be in the army, so after 'finding himself' or something lame like that, he cut his dorky hair and deserted without telling anyone. He bounced around Sacae for a bit, running into Isabella, Valorian and Jya. He got a haircut and lost his mullet, and some new clothes and Izzy bought him his orange scarf as a gift. Then he went south to Bern. In Bern he tried to sell weapons for the upcoming tournament, where he ran into Wyatt/Mana for a few minutes before the battles started and he took part under the guise 'Lost Swordsman'. He won his battle, but lost to Clair who was then almost assassinated right after their fight, so Valcrist fought the assassin who turned out to be Jya who Val met in Sacae before.
Marcus got attacked by some beautiful handsome attractive skillful and mysterious assassin who was too good, and he dragoned out and started zapping everywhere. Valcrist thought the dragon was a bad dragon, since that's all there seems to be in Bern also because he was zapping everything, so he attacked it. With the help of Mana and Wyatt from before, they slew the dragon together, and he became "The Lost Swordsman: Professional Dragonslayer", Wyatt got pretty messed up but Valcrist was more concerned about Jya who he met for five minutes before the assassin thing so therefore they were besties, and he tried to save her. He carried her out of the town on his back, pretending she was a 'corpse' and the guards let him through as a 'thanks' for slaying the dragon. He left the city before it went to hell, and parted with Jya. He got trapped in some town in Bern shortly after, overflooded with refugees. He met Edrick for half a second, then he made friends with some nice gentleman who convinced him to be a distraction and because Valcrist is a trusting idiot he helped them commit a terrorist attack on accident. The 'Lost swordsman' was outed as a rebellion sympathiser, basically grounds for execution, so he had to escape the country.
Afterwards he met up with a pair of twins, Valen and Heygus, and joined their caravan as a blacksmith. They taught him the ins and outs of the merchant's game, and he traveled with them for a while. One of them gave him space metal, which he used to make Fang, he's a blacksmith by the way I might have glossed over that detail. He's pretty good. Anyways, he made fang and left the duo to kill Kraft. Only he realized that wow he didn't care about Kraft like at all, so he left that army as well. Leaving his friend that he made in all of five minutes, Wein, behind. Not before making him a magic bow and learning archery from him first though, mind you. Then he traveled alone a bit, being a merchant. He's starting to get the idea of starting a merchant's guild of his own, since he's not a fan of the already existing ones and he travels a lot anyways.
Now he's wrapped up in the siege on the plains, tried his hands at leading men, found out that he didn't really have the knack for it. Also that you can't put water on oil fire. WHO KNEW? He met up with Richter and Wyatt again, but they haven't had time to talk yet.
Class: Novice -> Myrmidon -> Swordmaster
Hair Color: Light Blond
Eye Color: Green
Age: 17
Appearance: A young man, slenderly build and about average height. If it wasn't for the sharp contrast between his light hair and dark skin, he would probably be quite average looking. He ties his blond hair into a ponytail so it will stay out his face, something that is very annoying in the hot desert. It would make more sense to just cut it, and no matter how much his mother persists he will not do it.
Clothes: He basically wears a normal blue shirt and blue pants, not being strong enough to really carry much armor on his body. Luckily he's speedy enough that he can dodge most kill blows, but his lack of armor will probably come back and bite him in the rear one day....
Born in: The edge of Nabata Desert
Story: Valcrist was born in a small village that lies on the outskirts to the desert of Nabata. The village had the good fortune to find a working underground water source, and a well provides water to the small place. With only about thirty people in total of the small settlement, it's hard to see how it survived all this time. That is, of course, if you've never seen their work. Despite being such a small town, so close to a desert being full of death, it's a regular stop for any trading caravan worth it's salt.
What they do is make art. Some of the continents most beautiful glass work comes from this small village, very much sought after by nobles and collectors of art. It wasn't just glass this village made, but all matter of art. From sculptures to custom-made weapons, there's always something for a caravan to nab on their rounds that they can sell to a noble for twice the price. Meanwhile the people buy food and supplies in trade. Rarely do they have to worry about bandits, as the rumors of the desert of death keeps them away.
This is where Valcrist was born and raised, and this is where he thought he would die. His mother was a incredible artist who created both incredibly detailed weapons and armor, these were works of art, a shame to ever be tarnished in the heat of battle. He never met his father, and was told by his mother that he was a man from the trading caravan many years ago.
Valcrist trained as an apprentice under his mother, blurring the lines between blacksmith and artist. He helped his mother create armor for noblemen, armor never to be worn and only hung in their house like a trophy... It almost saddened him none of these things were never to be used.
He was never content though, the desert was desolate and abandoned except for them. It was unlikely anyone else ever lived any further in, were water would really be impossible to find. It was a stroke of dumb luck that even they could live there. But him... He wanted to travel the continent. He wanted to see the places he read about, touch the places he only knew of in tales. The mountains of Bern, the thing called snow in Ilia, the seas of Lycia... Places the men in the caravan always spoke of but he could never go. Legends of men like the mighty Alan, incredible Kenshin, and chivalrous Rayl swam in his head.
One day... he just left. He stowed away with the trading caravan one fateful afternoon in a fit of impulse. Leaving scant but a note behind for his mother, he left the village of sand and sought out the rest of the world. Of course he was not very good at hiding, but when the caravan found him it was too late to take him back. Giving him a small amount of gold to get a ride on a caravan going back to the desert, they dropped him off in the nearest town. He used that money to, instead, kick off his journey armed with nothing but the sword he forged before leaving.
2nd Alt of Elias
*UPDATED September 4th, 2014*
(My profile for Val, specifically, is incredibly outdated. So I'm updating some more basic things, I'll do the story one day. Maybe.)
Name: Valcrist Terris
Class: Novice -> Myrmidon -> Swordmaster -> Yeoman -> Champion
Hair Color: Light Blond
Eye Color: Green
Age: 21
Appearance: He's still about the same height a few inches taller perhaps, about six foot even. He's gotten a bit broader in body because of aging and smithing, building up his muscles. He's strongly built from a combination of smithing, traveling, and fighting. He's clearly still built for speed, but less lithe then he used to be. His beautiful light blond hair has been cut, causing the world to weep bitter salty tears, and instead he keeps it relatively short now. His face is a bit harder from age and wear, but it still very clearly his own. He's bigger than he used to be, but doesn't particularly stand out in any noticeable way.
He wears what looks like a blue overcoat usually, it reaches down to a bit below his waist, between he knees and his waist actually. It's open and below is a black shirt, with brown trousers below those. He wears a pair of boots that keep he feet dry and all in all the outfit looks worn and torn from wearing it often. It's his traveling outfit, the coat helps keep him warm when he feels chilly because of being used to the desert heat so often. It's made out of some thick fabric, but recently he's taken to wearing light leather armor underneath it. Nothing spectacular, but it's the difference between an stray arrow killing him, and one just hurting him. Most noticeable is a long orange scarf lovingly wrapped around his neck, it reaches down to about the bottom of his overcoat, and is covered in small patches of slightly off color orange fabric, from when he's sowed it back together after it tears. The scarf is a soft and warm fabric, and helps him keep warm on those cold lonely nights.
Story: Too much to sum up easily so here's the super laconic version. Left home, fell for Chelsea but was super friendzoned, cried about it a bit. Got beat up by some mages, and was sad about being lame, so got Yaen to teach him to be cool. Learned swordsmanship from Yaen as they traveled around Sacea with Wein and ran into Kenshin, Kenshin scared Valcrist and he ran away and got lost on the plain. Ran into Chelsea and gave her a cool bow and cried some, then found some random Sacaen tribe. They seemed cool, but they killed some dudes over a misunderstanding and Valcrist got mad over their black/white morality, and 'stole' a lump of iron to get them to do the same punishment to him. When they did, Valcrist fought back and (barely) killed their chieftain in a one on one 'duel of honor'. He also found a girl there he liked, but she friendzoned him too.
Then he went north, ran into Richter's merry misfits and became a blacksmith for them. He recieved his windsword via courier at the time, and then they headed south and ran into a bandit army. They fought and kidnapped Richter, so Clair left with half the dudes to get him back, while Valcrist stuck with the army moving south. He became a 'scout' but he didn't really want to be in the army, so after 'finding himself' or something lame like that, he cut his dorky hair and deserted without telling anyone. He bounced around Sacae for a bit, running into Isabella, Valorian and Jya. He got a haircut and lost his mullet, and some new clothes and Izzy bought him his orange scarf as a gift. Then he went south to Bern. In Bern he tried to sell weapons for the upcoming tournament, where he ran into Wyatt/Mana for a few minutes before the battles started and he took part under the guise 'Lost Swordsman'. He won his battle, but lost to Clair who was then almost assassinated right after their fight, so Valcrist fought the assassin who turned out to be Jya who Val met in Sacae before.
Marcus got attacked by some beautiful handsome attractive skillful and mysterious assassin who was too good, and he dragoned out and started zapping everywhere. Valcrist thought the dragon was a bad dragon, since that's all there seems to be in Bern also because he was zapping everything, so he attacked it. With the help of Mana and Wyatt from before, they slew the dragon together, and he became "The Lost Swordsman: Professional Dragonslayer", Wyatt got pretty messed up but Valcrist was more concerned about Jya who he met for five minutes before the assassin thing so therefore they were besties, and he tried to save her. He carried her out of the town on his back, pretending she was a 'corpse' and the guards let him through as a 'thanks' for slaying the dragon. He left the city before it went to hell, and parted with Jya. He got trapped in some town in Bern shortly after, overflooded with refugees. He met Edrick for half a second, then he made friends with some nice gentleman who convinced him to be a distraction and because Valcrist is a trusting idiot he helped them commit a terrorist attack on accident. The 'Lost swordsman' was outed as a rebellion sympathiser, basically grounds for execution, so he had to escape the country.
Afterwards he met up with a pair of twins, Valen and Heygus, and joined their caravan as a blacksmith. They taught him the ins and outs of the merchant's game, and he traveled with them for a while. One of them gave him space metal, which he used to make Fang, he's a blacksmith by the way I might have glossed over that detail. He's pretty good. Anyways, he made fang and left the duo to kill Kraft. Only he realized that wow he didn't care about Kraft like at all, so he left that army as well. Leaving his friend that he made in all of five minutes, Wein, behind. Not before making him a magic bow and learning archery from him first though, mind you. Then he traveled alone a bit, being a merchant. He's starting to get the idea of starting a merchant's guild of his own, since he's not a fan of the already existing ones and he travels a lot anyways.
Now he's wrapped up in the siege on the plains, tried his hands at leading men, found out that he didn't really have the knack for it. Also that you can't put water on oil fire. WHO KNEW? He met up with Richter and Wyatt again, but they haven't had time to talk yet.
