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Valerian Folken
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« on: December 11, 2006, 10:35:49 AM »

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Name: Valerian Folken
Picture : http://www.geocities.com/tidus252/album_pic.jpg (note: this picture is done by Luis Royo. I in no way , shape or form, can draw this well, and I figure that as long as I'm not profiting from in a monetary fashion, that free use is allowed, will take down if asked. Also, if someone could make an avatar out of the face on this picture and post it, I would be most appreciative.)
Age : 29
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black
Height : 2.0 peds
Weight: 242 ods
Tribe: Erpheronian
Race: Human
Title: Fallen Knight
Appearance: As that of a man who has seen much and been able to do little to affect it, he looks rather haunted by his past. His frame is rather lean, possessing a lithe grace as opposed to the more muscle bound one would traditionally associate with a sword fighter. His face is rather devoid of wrinkles or other signs of joviality, it seems to possess a marked seriousness that is applied to every encounter he faces. The eyes seems to be without pity, the face , for lack of a better term, is in need of a heart. His movements are all possessed of a serene grace, with no single movement being wasted. His fingers possess no signs of labor, yet upon close examination, one has no doubt that these hands have seen many an hour of toil.

When not wearing one of his all concealing brown robes, is rather fond of a particular set of black clothes. These clothes fit him rather well, and the stitching on some spots appears to have been gone over several times. The collar stands upright, and the black leather boots seem to have been polished several times, and are in fairly good repair. The second part of the outfit is a red cloak, which goes around the black, and meets just below the collar to be held together with a wolf clasp whose eyes shine an almost blood-red. The red cloak has a dark brown lining on the inside, with excess coming from the collar back, to catch the wind most gracefully.

Personality :(Valerian)Possessed of a rather haunted look, he is stiffly formal with those he does not know, but over time, generally gets to a casual formality. He's rather easy-going, preferring to not fight, or in general do anything that would cause anyone to think him out of the ordinary. Tries to protect any lady he comes across that he deems worthy of the honor , although he often attempts to do so behind the scenes.

Rather congenial, though there is something about his smile that his both immensely charming and scary at the same time. He never focuses in on a single item at any given time , instead preferring to scan his atmosphere, listening in to any conversation or looking at any display he deems of note.

He is capable of schooling his features to show no emotion at all, yet prefers not to. Instead, he would much rather tell the truth, yet put a faerie twist on it. One can hold him to his word, or rather the letter thereof. Whether or not he holds to the spirit of the agreement depends on how much he likes the person in question.

Personality (Vergil) - cold and calculating, he can speak of someone's disembowelment just as calmly as others order food. He has no problem using Valerian's knowledge of anatomy, herbs, and larceny to their utmost effect towards his own ends. His only predilection is self-protection, as considers himself not bound by any given code to do anything he doesn't want to. He favors discarding the daggers, which he views as a defensive weapon,  in favor of a total offense , or in this case second broadsword, in which he is moderately proficient. As Valerian constantly raised objections about Vergil using his Hyperion and Ailanna's Slayer, he had commissioned two black broadswords, and then proceded to name them Gambit and Twilight

Belief: Holder to many of the tenets of both Eyasha and Queprur, he calls himself an adherent of neither. While not desiring to unduly delay one's embrace with Queprur, he in turn believes that one must do all that one can to keep one here, on the mortal plane, in holding with Eyasha. Such is a topic of continuing conversation between Valerian and Vergil.

Strengths:
Broadsword proficiency: Taught from when he was young in the knightly art of fighting with a broadsword, he took to it eagerly, and is fairly proficient. Vergil has been practicing in his off time with the use of a second broadsword, and is moderately proficient in the use thereof

Dagger Throwing: Due to his rather intense training, has become extraordinarily good with throwing daggers. ]Has an almost inhuman accuracy from up to 15 peds away, fair to 22 peds, and basic at max of 30 peds. (if ranges do need to be changed, no problem. Didn't know what reasonable ones were, and took a good guess.)

Thievery: An accomplished thief, he has proficiencies in the usual areas:
Sleight of hand:He can palm virtually any item less than hand sized, can lift any item off of anyone without alarming them unduly other than the lack of weight in their pocket. (extraordinarily proficient)

Acting: A master thespian, he can alter his voice to reflect a wide range of cover personas, and has learned how to school his features to fit any given situation.(extraordinarily proficient)

Picking locks: He is able to pick any lock, no matter the complexity, he just lacks the minute coordination to manipulate the tumblers at times, and is thus slower than others could do (lacking)

Disabling traps: While being able to disable any trap, his tutor had impressed upon him the need to double check his work, and thus does it as a matter of habit now (lacking)
 
Acrobatics: While having the skill and range of motion, along with the strength necessary to do so, he finds himself exhausted after moderate acrobatic feats, getting winded very easily (moderately proficient)

Stealth: Is rather talented at this, and can make virtually no sound should he choose not to. However, his paranoia at hearing no sound at all does defeat him at times, disrupting his focus. (moderately proficient)

Medical training: After having wandered the land for many years, has acquired a rather thorough understanding of how to cure someone, and given the right tools, can heal just about any injury you'd care to name. Can concoct various herbal tinctures, mixtures, poultices, anti-toxins, etc.

Performance (Flute): He is a rather accomplished flute player, and takes pride in his skill garnered through several years of practice (moderate)

Weaknesses:
Adverse to Blood: Due to his particular history, completely retreats into himself, mutters "I couldn't save her, why, dear Goddess, why?" over and over again, and is generally good for nothing for several days, if not reassured by a kind lady.

Mania: If his chosen lady comes to great harm, or he is overwhelmed with blood, he bounces over to an overly aggressive personality. While lacking the total soulnessness of Vergil, is generally considered to revel in the pain and anguish of others....

Thought Dissonance: Upon the death of his chosen lady, generally has a mental flip, not the tiny ones, I mean an alternate personality manifests. For clarity's sake, the personality has a preference for the name Vergil. Vergil seems to almost delight in torture, and many have given up any information they might have ever possessed if he, with his pitiless, soulless eyes, would just stop looking at them. That's not to say that Vergil didn't torture them anyways, but he didn't even have to do anything. A sole account is that for the man who tortured Valerian's lady, he was screaming for 3 days, and the last day the screams were such that many attest to the fact that Vergil was ripping the man's very soul.

Fixation (Crystalline Lady): Has an exquisitely carved Crystal Lady that he keeps around his neck. Does not let anyone, EVER, look at or touch the lady, and he would NEVER EVER give it away. The necklace itself seems to be normal, other than its high level of craftsmanship.

Dependence (Sleep Medication): In order to sleep soundly, he has to take an extremely strong sleep tincture. Has been able to measure it out, down to an hourly dose. If he does not take it, his sleep is only 1/2 as effective, and he screams, cries, and talks in his sleep in a most unpleasant fashion.

Crossover : Valerian and Vergil share a unique relationship. Gonn's attempt to cure them actually made for a weird melding of the two, leaving Valerian as the dominant personality. Vergil appears to Valerian, acting as his polar opposite, counseling him on virtually every matter. Vergil is ever present, and has been known on rare occasion to take over the body, causing Valerian to be Vergil's hallucination. As Vergil is the submissive of the two personalitys, it requires an intense amount of focus to remain at the forefront (and in control) whenever Valerian decides he wants his body back. However, if Valerian accedes or is not present to contest ownership, Vergil has virtually unlimited stay. The crossover has a couple noted symptoms that can procede it: either the death of Valerian's lady, a voluntary concession, or whenever Valerian has been incapacitated due to outside influence (generally anything other than sleep).

Biography:
   Born to rather normal parents, the father being a blacksmith, the mother working in the local inn, his childhood was fairly uneventful. He found that he lacked the physical strength to apprentice to his father, and thus found himself working as a page in the local noble's court, and that is where he first met her, his chosen lady. The daughter of the local viscount, they had hoped to make a good match for her. Her father and mother lacked any ambitions that tied in with their daughter, and were content to let her pick her own betrothed, and everything was fairly well with them too. She was around his age, only a year or two younger. Every male under the age of 30 fashioned himself in love with her, and Valerian was no exception. Her father noticed this one particular page's attention to his daughter when she slipped and fell down the stairs. Her father was rather embarrassed, and so was she. Her face continued to redden, until the page who was just behind her, ran up to her and in a loud voice, said ,"My apologies milady, I stepped on your dress". Her father knew that his daughter was rather clumsy, and doubted this highly. The daughter, Ailanna, knew that she had tripped over her own two feet, but grateful for the valiant attempt to save her face, replied "Be sure you don't do it again".

   She went in to her father and told her version of events, and those combined with what was happening to Valerian allowed him to extend a unique opportunity. Valerian was heckled by every other child and young adult in town for embarrassing their lady. He came home covered in bruises and welts, and had to start patching his own clothes. Ailanna's father heard of this, and offered Valerian a position at the castle of bodyguard. This was the culmination of everything Valerian had hoped for. He would be offered a first-rate education, to be taught how to use a sword, and be tasked with the job of guarding Ailanna from those who do her harm ( he couldn't think of anyone , but it never hurt to make sure) This is how he spent the majority of his teenage years, taking lessons in the morning with her on philosophy, literature, geography, calligraphy, mathematics, religions of the world, and after he had acquired a fundamental knowledge of sewing, cooking, and cleaning, was excused from those lessons to pursue lessons with a rather grizzled old man.

   His first day with him was rather interesting. "The name's Thomas", he said ," and I'm here because I was told you were here to protect our lord's daughter." He laughs a bit at this ," So what skills do you possess that could possibly protect Ailanna?" "Why sir, I possess nothing save courage." Thomas was rather intrigued by this answer, and before deciding anything, wanted to probe the boy a little more ,"Courage, eh? what do you mean?" He tried to look as menacing as possible when he said this.

   Valerian had cowered a bit, but gathering up what ever lie inside of him, he somehow found the pure strength of will to say the following statement ," Courage does not mean you stand in harm's way ignorantly. That is sheer stupidity. It seems to me that the precise moment courage enters the fray is when you put yourself in harm's way, in full knowledge of the consequences of the actions you take now, but decide to damn them anyways. Its is when you take action, having full knowledge of the reaction, if you will."

Thomas was a bit taken aback by this answer. This, coming from the mere slip of a boy? He thought about it for a minute, and decided that maybe, just maybe, they may have found the guard they were looking for.

He laughed for a good while. Valerian was hurt, but stood there, trying to not let his emotions betray his feelings of inadequacy. Finally, just when he was about to break down and cry, Thomas came over to him, and clapped him on the shoulder with the two words he had waited hours to hear, "You'll do".

For the next few years, during the time he was excused from the other lessons, Thomas taught Valerian three skills : how to fight with a broadsword. street brawling, and battlefield awareness.

For the street brawling lessons Thomas took Valerian to several bars, and just had him go at it, for, he said "This is fighting, in its most pure and basic form. We have to break you of the natural inhibition men have towards doing harm to another human being. You will be one against a sea of enemies. As a bodyguard, you must disable each opponent, as quickly as possible. If you can gouge the eyes, gouge them. If you can hit the family jewels, crush them. You must take down the person in front of you as quickly as you can, in order to confront the next." When Valerian had acquitted himself to his tutors satisfaction, he counseled Valerian to go there once a month, just for practice.
   
Next, he taught him the art of the sword. For this, he was presented with a beautiful, jewel encrusted sword, with the hilt shaped like a dragon. "This is the sword you will claim from me when you are ready. The lord had this special made for you, but I get to decide when you're ready to claim it." They dueled with practice blades for a while, until he had acquired a passing proficiency with it. Then they moved on to the real blades.

 "It does you no good to gain much proficiency with a wooden blade. They're good for the fundamentals, but you need to practice with something with a killing edge to be able to call yourself a swordsman." He called two guardsman, who presented them with their blades. Thomas was fairly clever about this, for he wished to impress upon Valerian the serious nature of these blades. The lesson was not lost on him.

 "Every time you draw a blade, I want you to think of something," Thomas drew his blade, and gestured for Valerian to draw his ," You see, most people, when they draw their blade, think only of what they are about to kill. When you draw a blade, I want you to think of one thing only...." The exchange of blows began ," What you are allowing to live!" Their blows rang together "For the only true crime in this world is ignorance"  He began forcing Valerian back "Ignorance of the true nature of that which you are about to kill" He disarmed Valerian, with the sword flying away "or of the true nature of that for which you fight. Either are deadly."

 They practiced for a few years, until one glorious day, Valerian disarmed his teacher. It is then that Thomas got down the sword off the wall, and presented him with his practice blade. "Keep both" he said "as reminders of where you are, and where you were"

 The last series of lessons were on a rather vaguely defined skill Thomas called "battlefield awareness". On the first day, he was presented with an amulet that held three concentric rings. Upon Valerian's query of what these meant, he received a rather vague answer.

 "This is what is called a masters circle. It is used only in unique cases like yours. Ordinarily, I would teach any other recruit how to keep a line, to watch for the man next to him, and tandem fighting. But your case is rather unique. Yours is that of an accepted compromise. Our lord does not wish his daughter harmed, but does not wish to allow his enemies the opportunity to misinterpret any armed expedition he should send. The expeditions purpose would be to protect his daughter, but his enemies could use it as a justification to attack him. That is where you come in. One man, trained well, is enough to both protect his daughter, while being able to laugh away any concerns of a planned takeover. I do not have as much time with you as I would like, therefore we will have to do a bit of adaptation. The Master's Circle is used in cases like this."

 He points to the outer circle ,"The outer circle represents the periphery. It is the widest circle of the 3, and with good reason. One must always keep an eye on ones surroundings, whether it be in a bar. An arrow can come from any direction, and if your aim is to protect our lady, you must be ready."

 He points to the middle circle ,"the middle circle is what we call the battleground. This is where the real fight is. Whereas you may not be fighting them all at once, you have to keep in mind where everyone is positioned, and move accordingly"

 He points to the innermost circle" This is the what we call , for lack of a better term, the fight. Here is where you are, in all your glory. Do keep in mind that you cannot take on too many opponents, for numbers are the sheer enemy of any warrior. Remember your first lesson, and take out as many as you can."

 He then points to the center, where there is a single dot. "This is the duel, This is where you must put out of your mind all save the fight between you and your opponent. A lack of focus here...." he points to the rest of the circles " and all your focus anywhere else is for nothing! "

 He seemed a bit intimidated by this, so Thomas took a step back ," If you are to guard Ailanna , you must keep these 4 in mind at all times. Forget any at your peril, Forget the last, and you pay. Not with your life, but with hers ". When he seemed to understand the gravity of his guardianship, he called in several special practice sessions.

 Their return to bars and bar-fights, with Thomas telling Valerian ,"You are to be the only one left standing boy." It took him a while , but he was able to acquit himself to his and Thomas' satisfaction. He was bade to keep the amulet, and the teachings, on him at all times. With this one admonition , "Boy, the only flaw in your style is you're too defensive. Sometimes, great gain can only be acquired through great risk".

 Over the years, he became Ailanna's boon companion. She found it difficult to hold normal conversations with those that either held her on a pedestal, or envied her popularity. Valerian was her sole support at times, allowing her the freedom to be young for a while longer. Despite his youth, he understood what was going on, and shielded his lady from the rumors that pervaded the local court. She was grateful for the respite, and for his trouble, he got to spend time with her as she was. They fell in love over time.

 As she grew, she blossomed into a beauty few could resist. As such, she declined many offers for marriage, with Valerian having to intercede. The years had served him well, with a visage that scared many, especially when he laid a hand on Hyperion, his sword. Thomas laughed when he said he was going to name it. "One does not name weapons, they are to be used in battle only. Giving a name to a sword is a bit of tomfoolery that a man in your position cannot afford." Valerian laughed at this "Naming it does give it more gravity, and does help me in some way, besides, do you suppose all the named swords of legend had magical powers, or was it merely the powers of the person through the sword by which means they acquired their renown?" Thomas let it be at this point, with his sole protest being "Well at least don't tell me you named it after the lady." Valerian laughed at this ,"Why of course not! One does not give a lady's name to a sword, one swears it in her defense! The name of the sword is Hyperion." "Which story is that from" "I don't remember, I just like the name" "Very well".

 One day, she desired to go on a picnic, accompanied solely by her maid and her bodyguard. She had her father bent around her pinkie finger, and he acceded without much of a fight. The picnic was in a rather scenic area, by a large lake. They went on foot, as Valerian was rather embarrassed by the fact that his family never owned a horse, and due to the time constraints, he never had the time to practice. The picnic went fairly well, until a noble from a nearby land came.

 He was rather cruel to his serfs, and his land was rather poor. He had hoped that marriage to a heiress of Ailanna's quality would fill his family's coffers again, and she didn't look too bad either. He had hired a band of a dozen or so mercenaries, having heard that she had but one guard. Needless to say, they were quickly surrounded.

 When the mercenary leader demanded that he give up the lady to him, he declined forcefully. Then the fight began. He killed one or two, but the numbers wore him down. One of the mercenaries, seeing an opportunity to end the conflict, went for Valerian's back. The maid having been knocked unconscious and put on the mercenary leader's horse (to be taken away for purposes best not described) , Ailanna did the only thing she could think to do.   

 She put herself between the blade and her love. As the blade went through her heart, her ribcage deflected the blade, giving Valerian a minor wound at best. The mercenaries backed off for a minute at this. He cradled his dear lady Ailanna , and with her dying breaths, she implored him ," Do not blame yourself... these things happen. The one thing I ask is that you take this ," She pressed a small bundle in his hand ," and remember me. Remember the happy times, for the key to happiness....." her breath began to fade at this ,".... is a bad memory". She died in his arms. The maid was regaining consciousness, spurred by the heart-rending cry of a man having lost all that he held dear in but a single span of time.    

 The maid then said that he seemed to snap. As he took his hands away, they were covered in her blood. He opened his last bequest from his lady to find that it was a stunning crystalline sculpture of his lady. The artist who had done it was without peer, and his skill was evident in every detail. The mercenary leader desiring to cover his tracks , ordered his men to kill Valerian, the last witness to his deed. But his men found that they could not.

 He snatched a sword and fought like a man possessed, inviting every sword to leave him a glancing wound, in exchange for a killing blow. He had eliminated the final flaw in his style, and had acquired a sort of lethal grace. The mercenary leader began to spur his horse when the last of his men fell, but that did not matter to Valerian, for he merely tossed his sword at what the maid would say later was an impossible distance, and fell the mercenary leader from his horse.

 He ran over there very disjointedly , as if he was still acquiring his bearings. The maid averted her gaze, as he proceeded to strip his still mostly intact armor, and then proceeded to hack off limbs until he had a name. With every piece , Valerian, or rather Vergil, as he said his name was, he demanded a name. When the mercenary leader proceeded to scream "For the love of the Gods, please Kill me!!" The simple response , after losing a piece of a limb, was "I want a name!". It was only until the legs were gone, and he threatened to end his ability to have children, that he got what he was after. He still hacked them off anyways, and proceeded to don the mercenary leaders armor. he got on the leader's horse, telling the maid to tell her father, “I'm sorry“.

 In his quest for revenge, he proceeded to break every taboo his parents had brought him up with, to do anything, in order to revenge himself on his lady's murderer. He acquired an extraordinary skill with daggers, being able to support himself solely on other's gambles of what target he couldn't hit. He had used the last money he possessed to hire the very best tutors , and received more value than the coin he tendered.

 Deciding that he needed to settle down some place for a while, to reestablish his coin, so to speak, Valerian and the owner of a local tavern, Lady Luck, had hit it off fairly well. In exchange for a cut of his take, the barkeep, by the name of Simon, taught Valerian one thing that would serve him well the rest of his life, how to calculate odds at a glance. Valerian made a living off of betting, but it was by no means extravagant.
   
 "Your problem," the barkeep said ," is four-fold. First, you always win. You have very few repeat customers, and the few that are those whose coin exceeds their sense. Second problem, is that you don't vary it up. By starting out at something you may not be quite as good at, and leading up to the dagger tossing, people want to play without you losing any of your mystique. Thirdly, you don't make them feel good as they're losing. Humility and generosity are the keys here. Buy a round if you're ahead! If anything, they will play more. and finally, you can't calculate odds." "What do odds have to do with anything?"

 "By calculating odds, you could increase your chances of winning some in the lead-up games. For example, take a standard Four Houses deck of 60 cards." Valerian counts them to be sure, but concurs with Simons statement. "With most card games, by calculating the odds of any given event occurring, you can in most cases, predict the outcome. For this example, I'll use the full deck. What are the chances, you think, of me having a Mad Tom?" "Unlikely?" "You would be correct in that statement, but how likely do you think it is that I have one?" Valerian thinks for a minute "a 1 in 9 chance, maybe?" "You would be incorrect in that statement, it is actually an 1 in 15 chance. But to even come up with that number, it took you a minute. A second is all it takes for someone else to decide to stop playing. The trick is, to set it up so the odds are in your favor, without giving them that second to change their minds." "You have admittedly piqued my interest, but what do you want out of it?"

 "All I want is for you to stay here. I'll provide free room and board, and even give you a cut of my alcohol sales when you're performing. But in exchange, I do want a few things. I'll need you to hang around here during the busier times, performing or not, to discourage the others to act up. I've been trying to get some help around here, and if the Magician could make a dagger appear in anyone who decided to act up, it would grant them a measure of safety. Are we agreed?" "Agreed." Valerian's time here was well spent, and he earned a nice little bit of coin.  He could calculate the odds of any given event occurring from a mere glance , and thus the wagers got a lot livelier, and his pockets a lot heavier. Good times were had all around.
   
 Simon was able to hire two barmaids and a cook, and he was able to oversee the operation much better. The bar maidens were named Theresa and Siryella. They were down on their luck sisters, who were staying in local dives, which they never felt really safe in. Theresa was blond haired and blue eyed, and at just under 1.9 peds, quite the beauty. Her curves were rather excessive, something she used to her advantage by leaving the top button or two undone. Needless to say, she was loquacious, and very popular. Her personality was rather charming, engaging everyone on a conversation about the slightest of subjects. While her memory was not that keen, her customers tended to be very forgiving.

 Getting tired of having to deal with the advances of whichever bouncer or customer she happened to deal with, she heard of the Magician, and immediately applied at the Lady Luck, and urged her sister to do the same. Siryella was black haired and brown eyed, also at just under 1.9 peds, her curves, while not excessive like her sister's, complemented her form well. She was fairly extroverted, so while not as loquacious as her sister, her memory was razor sharp, able to recall details about any event many others would have never noticed. Their first encounter with Valerian was rather awkward. They had just come in looking for work, and were unaware of the arrangement between them.

 Theresa began ," We have come here in search of employment ". After looking them up and down, he grinned rather boldly ," Of what kind?" Theresa took this in stride ," We hear that you are in need of servers." "Any references?" "None we'd like to mention" "And why is that?" "The last is unaware we are leaving as of yet, and the others, well the others seemed to regard us as servers at all hours, no matter the request." "I can imagine. What makes you think that this place will be any different?" "Why sir, this place has the Magician!" "Doesn't he do parlor tricks at the carnival down the street?" She was rather taken aback at this, and replied fiercely ," He's a master dagger thrower. Haven't you heard? He can split reeds at 20 paces, and hairs at 40. He's quite the accomplished marksman. You had best not be speaking of him in that way." "And why is that?" She stood a tad taller ," For he is one of my close, personal friends, and when he hears you speaking of him that way, you won't be able to lay a finger on him before you die, of a dagger through the throat." Having enough of this game, he stood up, and begins to loom over them ,"And what will happen, my dear, if I say I have it on good authority that you have no standing relationship with the Magician, in fact, that you and he have never met." "How do you know that?"
   
 "That's enough, Valerian", said the man coming down the stairs. "If they can stand you for a few minutes, they can no doubt handle whatever the rest of our clientele can toss at them." After the formalities were exchanged, references checked, Simon had an interview with them both, and found that between the two, they would suit admirably. Having gotten bored with the needless formalities exchanged between the three, he walked off, with only a gesture to Simon that he was going "out". Simon nodded, and turned back to the interview.
   
 After Simon had decided that they'd do, and offered them the position, Theresa couldn't help but ask ,"Who was that rather odious man who left a while back? He was crass, rude, and if I'm not mistaken, a bit lecherous. Hopefully our encounters will be few and far between?" Simon laughed at this ,"You'll be seeing a lot of him, he's the protection I hired for this place. Brings in the crowds too. His name's Valerian, but it is his street moniker that  has earned this place a bit of prestige?" "Don't tell me, its something silly and male, like the Blade, the First Blood, the Claw, or some other name that is meant to imply violence" He did but laugh harder at this ,"Why, he goes by the street name of the Magician.... ever heard of him?"
   
 One could almost see the mortification evident in her face that she had just ticked off her protection. While this might not jar a more level-headed person, she couldn't help but imagine the worst. He turning a blind eye to some brute touching her uninvited, or being carted up to the brutes room.
   
 Valerian returned late that evening, and as he rebarred the door, he was accosted by a fairly scantily dressed Theresa. As it turns out, those nightmare scenarios played out over and over in her head, and she had the presence of mind to put on some clothes after her bath, but she didn't look as to which ones. She waited there all night, afraid of disturbing him in his room, yet desirous of conversing with him. "I was too rash today -" "That you were, is that all?" She took a breath, and as she looked rather serious about the affair, he decided to let her have her peace. "I was too rash today, and I said some things I wish I didn't. I'm sorry" He was taken aback at this, and appreciated the gesture. Deciding to let old dogs lie, he let her finish her statement before he said anything ,"whereas I realize I may be too much trouble to watch over, and that you may not have a care in the world if some brute ravishes me before your very eyes, I do implore you" she got down on bended knee at this, and began to cry ," Please do watch over my younger sister.... she deserves to not have to suffer like I have. To convince them to leave her be, I have had to satisfy customers after hours, you wouldn't believe the number of bouncers I've had as boyfriends.... I've had to do so many things, just so one of us come out of this sane... and to top it all off, my last boyfriend ran off with our meager savings.... please, please protect her..."
   
 She was near incoherent at this point, as she lay idly on the ground repeating the last phrase, he breaths coming in gasps, if at all. Her rather primal plea appealed to the knight he once fashioned himself to be, and decided to take these two under his wing, as it were. Grasping her shoulders to help her stand, he took one hand and gently tilted her face to meet his. Her face was wet, her eyes red with tears. What little makeup she had on was smudged, and her hair had picked up some of the leaves on the floor. Her breaths still came in gasps, and she looked all alone in the world, as if she had to pick a direction, and pray to the Gods and Goddesses above that it was the right one. While he realized, he may get slapped for this, he encased her in his arms, giving her a gentle hug ,"Rest assured, Theresa, that I will protect both you and your younger sister, Siryella wasn't it. I find that I cannot deny your rather primal plea, but rest well in the knowledge that my word is my bond. I find I have more than a passing skill with a dagger, and do promise it to your sisters and your defense. I will lay down some guidelines, and some hand signals, but those can come later. For now just relax, for I have never failed to come to the defense of ," he tensed up a bit at this, she was expecting some kind of reproach for having done some thing for which she was not yet aware, " a lady." After that, he held her but for a moment more, until she had calmed down.
   
 He then smiled at her, and cleaned up the smeared make-up on her face. She began to smile, and one could almost tell that her vivacity had in some small way, increased. Reluctant to break the embrace, he gently shooed her to bed, with the admonition ," It does one no credit to be sleepy the first day on the job." She slowly walked up the stair to her room, sneaking back one fond gaze at him, resolving to find out more about this man who could seemingly transform from one moment or the next. Either way you look at it , she thought to herself, I do find that perhaps my sister and I will be well served by our rather informal knight. She didn't know why she used "knight" instead of "bouncer", but decided the term suited, and fell into restful sleep.
   
 And well served they were. Theresa found a disapproving glance from Valerian was all that she needed to stay the desires of even the most ardent customer, with most customers getting chills from the rather dark gaze they received. His eyes appeared to become animated for Theresa, and even spared a friendly gaze to Siryella, who quickly found her niche at the restaurant. The three hit it off rather well, with Theresa developing kind feelings towards Valerian, even making sure that his drink was topped off at all times, and that his plate was always filled when requested. Valerian sat in the center, off-handedly fooling with his daggers, performing various tricks. This above all else insured an honest client who tipped generously
   
 Game nights were the rowdiest, with Theresa having to run at times to keep up with the orders. She couldn't help but smile at the playfulness he exhibited in this arena, as if he was in his element.
   
 The cook was a rather odd find. Cast off from an aspiring merchant's ship for having served petitioners to several of the guests on board. He had many compliments on his particular recipe, which featured doch nuts as one of the main ingredients. One of the more prominent guests was allergic to nuts, and Sebastian soon found himself out of a job. No one else would hire him, as they didn't want him poisoning their guests. He stood at 2.3 peds, roughly 310 ods, possessed of black hair with a silver streak, and green eyes. His face conveyed a general enthusiasm about his passion, and he was prone to taking people under his wing.

 Many would laugh at hearing a man of such stature talking about how best to make a Milch Semm, and whether or not to add a pinch of ginger to any particular dish. And many did, until the following two items of note became common knowledge: he liked starting bar fights, and usually walked out unscathed of any fight in which he should decide to toss his hat. Then people didn't make fun of him anymore. He had learned from his previous experience, and generally relied on Siryella to tell him if anyone was allergic to any item in particular. On game nights, he prepped some food for the regulars, some extra, and came out to watch the show, keeping an eye on the whole tavern along with Valerian. He was generally appreciative of Sebastian's help on nights where his whole focus couldn't be on the tavern, and made sure to give Sebastian a fair percentage of his winnings.

 He and Theresa had hit it off rather well, and she grew concerned for him, as the more popullar he got, and the money he won, he made more enemies. He had let it go to his head, and only wore a false mustache. She decided to construct a costume for him. As she knew that presentation is key, she decided to go with a robe in the color of moonlight silver, and a mask to match. This mask had no mouthholes, just two slots for the eyes. She had decided to go with a to the ground robe, with fairly loose sleeves. She had reinforced the bottom, as to assist in keeping it together. She had also commissioned a suit of silver clothes to match, complete with gloves and leather shoes. When she had presented the costume to him, she had initially braced for a rejection. He, seeing the rather expectant look on her face, took a look at the costume. He had been thinking of getting a costume as well, seeing as how people love a mystery. He replied ," I do thank you very much for having made this for me. It must have taken a while, and I really appreciate it. Its rather stylish too, my compliments ". He let her put it on him, and put the mask on. He looked at himself, and was rather pleased with the overall effect. She was rather pleased with herself.

   
 The Lady Luck seemed blessed by its namesake, as revenues were up, the quality of the food had improved immensely, and Simon was a very happy man. Theresa and Siryella could walk where they wanted to unmolested, for the Magician wasn't far behind. As time went on, Siryella opened up to Valerian, and Theresa started hooking her arm in his on their excursions together. He wasn't against contact with such a pretty lady, so he let it be.

 It is at this point that along came the man who would enable Valerian's later exploits. His name was Vincent, and he had a problem. An aspiring murderer for hire, he but lacked one thing. Accuracy with throwing daggers. He could generally hit any target 15 peds away, but more often than not lay glancing blows that were immediately proceeded by a frantic flight in the opposite direction. His ambition knew no bounds, and Vincent aspired that one day, nobles would speak his name in fear. Having heard of a master thrower, who could seemingly hit any target, no matter how small, his interest was piqued.

 Vincent entered the tavern on one of their regular nights, and took a seat at a table. Theresa came over, and asked what he'll have. "Some ale," he replied, and make it snappy". She left in a little huff, incensed that such a cad would order her around. She happened to pass Valerian, who calmed her down with the simple words ," Remember dear, I can peg him from her". Her outlook improved immensely upon hearing those words, and returned with the ale. It is at this point that he lay a small sack of coins on the table, and after opening the sack and showing her they were indeed gold, asked where he could find the Magician. Upon her reply of ,"Who wants to know?", he replied, "A Man with a proposition". He appeared rather frightening at this, his eyes seemingly reflecting the lust for power he possessed. She signaled *You sure you want to talk with this nut?* *Better me than you dear lady, I would so hate for you to  get hurt* *Very well, but I so owe you, I don't think I could deal with him anymore* *Give me a massage later, and we'll call it even* *Deal!*

 Valerian and Vincent conversed, and Vincent outlined his offer. He was sure Valerian desired to get into the larcenous trades, he just lacked the proper training. In exchange for lessons on dagger throwing, Vincent's offer was to arrange for these people to meet Valerian, and for him to receive their services free of charge. Valerian's counter was "make them come to me here and you have yourself a deal". Vincent didn't believe he had gotten off so easy. Despite being a thief, even he realized the importance of one's word, especially when it comes to his chosen trade. The tutors were sent. Vincent had even tossed in a tutor or two that owed him a favor, yet he had never redeemed for himself.

 The tutors all came between the hours of 1 and 4 in the morning, when everyone else was a bed. Valerian had informed Simon of the arrangement, leaving it at these tutors were going to teach him various tricks to improve his games. Simon was content at that, and gave permission to use his tavern for the lessons.

 His first tutor was a lady of the evening who had managed to do fairly well for herself, mainly by ensuring that her customers walked home a bit lighter than they had come to her. His lessons with her were rather interesting, progressing from taking items without making a sound, to take an item off this dummy without making a sound. It took him a little while to gain proficiency at these task, and it is then that she introduced the final test to end their tutelage together. She had secreted an item on her person, and until he could get it and replace it with an item she gave him without her noticing, the lessons would continue. She was a rather attractive younger lady, and would wear more and more scandalous clothes, in an attempt to distract him from his goal. These lessons caused mirth on both sides, but it was not until he learned to look at just her face, not sparing a glance to her body to see if it was clothed or not, that he finally succeeded at her final test.
   
 She seemed rather sad to part ways, and gave him a miniature portrait of her, along with a little statuette, cast in silver. The statuette was of a maiden of unsurpassed beauty. Possessed of not a single flaw, the craftmanship was evident in every stroke of the silver. Now you have a friend to the lady on your neck", was her simple explanation. He seemed rather incensed, until he appreciated the gesture for what it was, and procured a case to store the miniature portrait and the figurine in.
   
 His next tutor always came in a black jumpsuit with a mask, and always made it a point to appear behind him, and startle Valerian. His final task would be to see her coming, and snatch a single bracelet off her wrist. She was rather remarkable, for she rarely spoke during their entire time together. He found her voice was rather sonorous, and he was rendered slack-jawed that she would choose to speak on so few occasions. Her lessons always began with a brief meditation period, after which she began to teach him the finer points of stealth, namely how to cushion falls as to make no sound, how to walk across a wooden floor and for it not to creak, and other useful tidbits like that.
   
 He picked up on these rather quickly, and surprised even her by catching her in the act as she was walking in the door, taking her bracelet with ease. She left as quietly as she had come, not saying much.  His nightmares that night had been particularly poignant, crying out ," I couldn't save her... WHY!!! FOR THE DEAR LOVE OF THE GODDESS WHY?!?!?!" followed by heart-rending cries. She felt moved to sit down near the head of the bed, and ever so gently take his head in her lap, stroking his head ever so gently. He seemed to calm greatly at this, convincing her to stay for a while. She felt moved to take off her mask, as she didn't want him waking to a mask-clad amalgam.  His dreams were untroubled, however he was awoken by the feel of hands, caressing ever so gently, through his hair.   He awoke suddenly to find an elven maiden in his bed. Her face was rather fetching, and she presented the mask as proof it was her. Finding herself blushing after she presented the mask. He felt compelled to ask ," What are you doing here?" to which she replied ," Do you have nightmares every night?" "Usually. Why do you care?" She puts her hand to his cheek at this ,"Noble knight, the fact I present to is that you can't save everyone," she held her finger over his lips delicately ," although it does you much credit that you try. I wish I had met someone like you years ago.... " she whispers to herself ," maybe you could have saved me". "I just felt that such a noble feeling merited a night free of bad dreams, and but one more thing."  She did give him a single soul-searing kiss, then disappeared as quietly as she had come in. He fell asleep, and had one of the most pleasant dreams he had in a while. When he awoke, the only proof that she had indeed been there was a small bundle. This bundle contained what appeared to be a child's locket. Inside was a portrait of her as a young woman, and one that looked as if it was painted fairly recently. Also contained therein was a small crystal faerie. and pressed a small bundle into his hands, citing ".  She disappeared as quietly as she had come in.

 His next tutor was a small urchin, who could have been no more than 16. Despite living on the streets, the times had not been hard on him, and his frame appeared to be full and hearty. Rather pragmatic, he simply presented Valerian with a box, rather small, with steel sides, and but a single lock. He explained that as soon as he could open that box, he would never hear from him again. Every morning for 3 hours, he would learn from the boy the finer points of lock picking, and would spend the next 15 trying to pick the locks given to him. These lessons took him almost 6 months, but when he finally got it open, he found a note congratulating him, accompanied by an explanation. The explanation was that since he was still as slow as an ox, the box itself was a rotating pin, randomizing lock, built by a man who specialized in gadgets, so he'd never come across the same lock configuration twice. There were little knobs on the sides to control difficulty, and the other gift was a lock pick set that, when taken apart, looked similar to an innocuous craftsman set.
   
 Vincent knew people that would surprise even the most optimistic person, as his next tutor was a man who built traps for wealthy persons to guard items of a sensitive nature. He emphasized always double-checking your work, as a lot of the traps these days were fatal, and he said, "if you die, you make no more money, whereas if a job fails, there is still a chance for a next one". Besides from learning how to disable and bypass even the most complicated of traps, they did cover a basis of the ones he would encounter outdoors, until he was able to spot most traps at a glance, and could spot any trap, no matter how carefully disguised, given enough time.
   
 A talented actress from the theater was his next to last tutor. "Its all about the presentation really, most don't give more than a glance to the average passerby. Seeing as how your particular line of work, being just one in the crowd is what’s important, I will teach you all that I know to that end". She was an older lady, and had picked up a surprising array of tricks. The first thing she taught him was how to school his features and get into character to portray any emotion that was needed. As this was an ongoing process, she also taught him the finer points of make-up and costume improvisation, to changing the timbre and pitch in his voice, to maintaining what she called "character continuity", and how to do it at a moment's notice. "What most people will spot in a second, in incongruity in character and personage". She gave an example, carrying herself like a conquering general. "How soon would you spot that?" "Near instantly" "That’s an extreme example, but what about this".
   
 She gave herself a male swagger, and walked around a more spry, as if she had several million in coin to spend in an instant "what about that?" "Its not as obvious, but the incongruity you mentioned is apparent, given your appearance" "This is precisely the kind of error you need to avoid, as in your line of work, it is often inconvenient, especially if you have spent a significant amount of time on preparation". She taught him how to carry himself, the finer points of supplements (whether to add apparent weight, or an extra fold to one's chin), and how to mimic anyone's handwriting, given enough time. After having mastered these areas, he came to one of her productions, and acted like a prominent promoter, fooling her entirely.

 She had bought the entire act, and agreed to meet him at local pub. She showed up, to find a single note, on which was ascribed ,"So do I pass?". Her reply came to him in the form of a note that was found in the clean-up, which he though was dropped innocuously by a lady of high society ," You still have much to learn, but no more than I can teach you. Do remember to practice". He smiled at this, and mentally vowed he would.
   
 His last informally contracted tutor he never saw coming, and she dropped down on him on one of his nightly patrols outside. He had readied a dagger, but she merely bowed in his direction. "Most people in our line of work prefer to use grappling hooks and rope, but that is the lazy man's way. More often than not, one finds oneself without such tools. In my experience, those who rely on said tools to do ones job are rather lacking if they're not available. My goal is to leave you in a situation where you never have need to use them". More than a few sprained wrists and ankles resulted from this teaching, and a few weird glances from Theresa at the exotic nature of his injuries. He learned how to jump, to take a fall, to do handsprings, back springs, wall jumping, and other tricks.
   
 An emphasis on stealth was placed, as she said "There's no point in being able to pull these tricks if everyone knows where you are". They frequently went from rooftop to rooftop silently. While he was never able to keep up her pace and her range of motion, he found himself getting winded after pulling a series of exotic tricks. She eventually taught him all that she knew, yet he could never figure out exactly why he got winded. Nevertheless, he could match her range of motion, speed, and the sheer scope of the tricks she could pull. Her gift happened to be a set of particularly resistant gloves and a set of very pliable leather shoes. Both were in black leather.
   
 His last tutor was a concession to a bit of advice Simon had given him, that he really took to heart. "You always want to have one trick in reserve, that few if any know about. I've been thinking, ever since that one fight that broke out". A fight had broken out over a game of Great House, and one particular participant fancied himself the new Magician, and started throwing daggers. If Valerian had been more attentive, and was willing to bend the rules a bit, he would have just knifed the man preemptorily. The man fancied himself a bit of a street philosopher. The first he did was challenge the Magician to a target range.
   
 Whereas the man hit the target every 3 out of 4 times, the Magician never connected. The philosopher, Alexander by name, caught every single dagger in the air. "But that's cheating! You challenged me to a target competition. How can I win with you catching every shot I throw?" "That's true, I did challenge you". Valerian looked rather smug at this, and he continued ," but according to the rules of the game, I won!" "No you didn't" "Did you ever define the rules of the game?" Valerian was taken aback at this, and chuckled a bit, conceding the point. Their lessons consisted of 2 hour discussions, where Alexander strove to break his young acolyte of the habit of thinking of the world in terms of absolute rules.

 Theresa was really taken aback at the shadows under his eyes, and his constant headaches, she just got him an icepack and didn't say much, though she did say something to Simon. He said he'd look into it, and counseled Valerian to actually get some sleep once in a while. When all was said and done, Valerian found he had a taste for the word games he and Alexander played, and learned how to analyze a problem from multiple approaches, though their tutelage ended he argued his mentor to a standstill. Alexander ended the tutelage rather informally, with his only gift being a set of wrist sheaths, able to hold 3 throwing knives each comfortably. After Alex left, Valerian felt impressed to examine the knives, and found they were quite literally perfect. Their balance, the edge, the spin acquired when thrown, all were ideal for throwing. Being impressed with the quality thereof, he decided to name the Dragon's Teeth.
   
 Having ended his tutelage, he had put his newfound skills to work. Over time, he had acquired the favor of a local street lord, who , to show favor to one of his more promising acolytes, had acquired an suit of dark leather armor, through means best left unknown. This suit of armor was of a particularly durable black leather, full body, that had an undercoat with a red tinge, as to hide any blood. The hood was of a particularly ingenious design, in the shape of a midnight wolf, complete with face mask. The same noble had commissioned a job, and this street lord happened to not like this noble, and knowing of Valerian's hatred, arranged it to where the two would meet. As it turns out, the same noble lord had found and adopted a daughter, and was of the persuasion of getting her and those lands again.

 This time though, he sought the services of a single individual, who was not prone to the same mistakes of that band. And so, he hired "the Magician". who credentials and discretion seemed impeccable. The Magician insisted that it be only he and the noble who went to get the lady, on the design that the noble could be the "glorious rescuer" and he could then implore for the lady's hand in marriage , and the lord would be so grateful as to insist that it be so. The noble found it a bit weird that a street thug would be so well educated, but seeing as how this particular noble was of the opinion that he was better than everyone one else, he didn't care really.

 The new lady was Ailanna's maid, and while she was no beauty of which the poets would write forever, her looks matched her countenance, the same caring heart as her lady. The noble got impatient and went in and seized her, at which point Valerian took out a single sword, still wet with blood. He threw several daggers at the nobles shoulders and knees, making sure to miss the lady, and the noble then demanded what he was doing. "Saving her from you, of course". He then took off his helmet. The maid gasped and fainted. Valerian then took out a sword, still wet with blood. "This was my lady's blood, blood that men you hired had callously spilled. It is only fitting that yours and her blood mix right? That is what you wanted, isn't it". The noble looked into Valerian's eyes, and saw nothing there, no hope, no fear, and no anger, but that of simple retribution. When the maid got a single glance, she was frightened, as there was no soul in that chilling gaze, no heart.
   
 The noble then scurried away, but Vergil speared him through the heart. As the noble lay dying, Vergil went up, and almost cruelly ," to just think, you now have what you always wanted... Isn't life wonderful?" Vergil then laughed, a laugh that would have done any demon proud. The maid, frightened by all this, gathered the courage to go up to him, and say ,"Do you have the lady? Here is its mate, the Knight" With its head unadorned, one could tell that it was his lords way of approving their marriage, for whereas the lady was derived from Ailanna, the knight was chosen with Valerian as its model. His face radiated justice, and love. He cried and cried and cried.

 "Now I must leave you, but I do ask you to remember , Ailanna would not have wanted this for you... look at you, you have become the very thing that killed her, in order to revenge yourself for her death. I ask you now... who is the winner in this fight? Is it you..." and she pointed to the fallen noble ".... or him?" She ran away at this, leaving him to his own idle ramblings.... "NO! Dear Gods and Goddesses, why have you allowed this thing to happen to me? WHY!?!"

 He wandered away in disgust at himself. For his parting gift, Theresa had a minature portrait and stained glass statuette crafted of herself, which eventually found their way to him on his travels. He spent the next several years wandering from town to town , acquiring every bit of medical knowledge he could, for whereas he would never have the ability to be a cleric of great renown, he resolved to do all he could to save his next lady. Through humble beginning's as a herbologist's apprentice, after staying for several months, he moved on. Then through a process of information bartering, he eventually acquired a through knowledge of medicine, until a cleric complimented him, saying that it was a great tragedy he had no aptitude for the healing arts. He now had the ability to heal others, but it would take a special person to heal his heart.  It is this he found in a rather odd elven woman, who had converted over to the worship of Eyasha.

 He had just come off a particularly bad case, and had swapped over into Vergil again. This woman , Gonn by name, had a rather unique talent. Sensing the conflict within him, having decided to offer what assistance she could, she approached Vergil, and made her offer. "Excuse me, sir, do you require assistance?" Vergil was rather taken aback at this, and responded suddenly ," No you rather crass individual, do I look like someone who requires assistance?". She was about to leave, when she sensed sudden conflict.... a rather conflagration, accompanied by a lself-conservation...... Gathering Vergil's rather ambitious nature, she approached him again, and made a rather unique offer.

 "My lessons are rather short, and all involve cr'mn. Cr'mn is a styrash word for your soul, literally your life force. Yours has been scarred by the events that have transpired up to this moment. Your spirit, more formally refered to as you 'chn'cr, is in fundamental disharmony, a sort of cognitive dissonance. In order for it to return to harmony, we must rebalance each of your energy centers, which affect your cr'mn . When you have brought each into balance, I will show you a bit of magic." "What sort of magic?" demanded Vergil. "Oh, trust me, its one that is particularly suited to your deviant aims".
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« Reply #1 on: December 11, 2006, 10:46:08 AM »

The image was too large, so I changed it to a link. 

(This is Mina, BTW). 
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« Reply #2 on: December 11, 2006, 10:50:38 AM »

part 2: (it keeps on cutting off the last part)



 "Before we begin, you must learn to release your past" "Release my past, what do you mean?" "The shadows of the past, they still haunt you, don't they" "No" "Learn to let them go, and I will teach you how to bind others pasts" This required a fundamental change in Vergil’s thinking.

 "First, your feet. They have taken you many places, some of which you felt you had to go.  " "Alright, let's get going." "It is not the feet’s fault that they go where you tell them to, you must learn to reexamine why exactly  you  must go where you say you do. Get into a trance and let your mind wonder, when it returns, you shall have your answer." It took Vergil a little while to master this trick.

 "Next, your stomach. it represents your hunger for things you do not have. To master this chakra,  you must let go of your hunger for everything, and learn why you hunger for the things you do. Go into the trance again, but this time, do so without a hunger for everything, and when you return, you shall hunger for the things that would suit you best." He mastered this one a little faster.

 "Your hands, the commissioners of every act that you think of. They have done things you are proud of, but many things your are not. Learn to let you hands lie still, and you mind do the work. When all is said and done, you will know what to do with these hands , that you may ever be proud of them." Vergil was catching on.

 "Your heart, where all emotion begins. Anger, Love, Hatred, these are all but signs of the same thing. Caring. While this is not a bad thing, you must learn to let go of emotions that have been pent up inside of you." This was one of the hardest ones Vergil ever had to do.

 "Your neck, it is here that your thoughts are given voice. One must learn to choose ones words carefully, for like the wind we exhale" he let his air out, for emphasis ,"one can never call the same air back in. To master this, you must learn to choose your words carefully, for they are like so many blades"

 "Your temples, between which lie the very thoughts from which life itself springs. To master these, you must learn to let go of all inflammatory thoughts, and to just think about what is. One must take the fire out of your mind."

 "Your final lesson is represented by the top of your head, it signifies the end of events you can influence. Everything beyond that, you must renounce control over. You may be able to wield influence, but never control." Vergil sneers ,"I'm not learning that, its not true old hag." "Learn it, and I will teach you the most valuable trick of all" "And what trick could be worth all this trouble?" "If I told you, you would rush the process, and I don't trust you." He smirked "I see I've taught you well. but this bit of magic had better be worth it" He mastered the lesson, and then demanded the bit of magic. Gonn smiled and said ,"Behold, I do but give you the greatest gift of all...." "With that kind of a lead-in, this had better be worth it. What is it?" "Why the greatest magic of all.....", she grasped him rather firmly ," THE RESTORATION OF A HUMAN HEART!!!" Her eyes blazed, and Vergil felt something resurging within, like the phoenix of old. "YOU TRAITOROUS JEZEBEL!!!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!?" He struck her down at this, and his mind roiled in agony. "You have sealed your own doom....." she said as he lie on the floor ,"Did you not know that striking a Mindsmoother provokes a most turbulent reaction?" Vergil felt himself slipping, receding into the recesses of the vast labyrinth known as the human mind. "You and he will never be rid of me...... and do you know why that is?" She smiled at this, and decided to humor him ,"No why's that"  and then Vergil gave the smile of Death itself ," For he and I are not two separate beings, as you had initially surmised." She grew concerned ,"I have gotten rid of you.... you should be disintegrating!" "That will never happen, old hag, for he and I are but two parts of the same coin....... " Vergil then gave a spinechilling laugh of the resurgent, and retired. The man's features grew gentler, and he awoke as if from a dream ," Is it over?" Gonn arose, with a solemn expression on her face ," I fear it will never be over.... you and he will conflict for the rest of your natural lifespans." "But why is he here? What wrong have I committed, to whom did I give offense?" "Its not so much an act of commission, as of omission...... has their been a great loss in your life?" He started to cry, and fell to his knees, losing focus on all else, and cradling a bundle beneath his shirt ," I couldn't save you or her, could I? Why am I so weak? FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODDESS...... WHY?!?!?!?!?" She cradled his head gently ,"I fear you will never be rid of him, for he arose out of a conflict that I fear I will never be able to resolve. The only solace I can give lies in this." She took out a flute, and presented it to him. "How will this help?" "I find that many conflict grow through internalization of pent-up emotions.... you will find that music allows one to express whatever one is feeling, from anger, to sadness, to love. The only teaching I can give you, is instruction in the art of playing this instrument.  As you learn to play, one does require a certain discipline to play. You begin to develop a certain amount of control over oneself, for one finds that you may not wish to practice, or not want to do it properly. If one can acquire the discipline and control to play this instrument, it is my hope that you can extend the discipline you gain here, to other areas." Over the course of the next few weeks, she taught him how to play the flute. His stay there would eventually encompass several years, as he sought a rebalancing of self.
       His final encounter was on one of his days off, he went to a hospice, determined to help those less fortunate for a day or two. The cleric on duty, abruptly deciding that this newcomer had no practical skills of any degree of usefulness, directed him towards the terminally ill ward. The only man brave enough to serve as a rather old man, who worshipped Queprur. Ironically enough, he was one of the patients, yet he found the will to help others.
The man, Bartholomew by name, expressed gratitude to the interloper who came in to assist. When Valerian questioned why a patient was serving others, when this was acknowledged place for those who had no time left, he received an intriguing reply. "Valerian, it is not up for us to decide when Man is to stay or go. That is for the Goddess, and the Goddess alone to determine. One must not delay accepting the Goddess's embrace." As he was in the area for a while, his visits there were regular. Despite Bart being one of the patients, he often acted as Valerian's mentor and guide, helping him work through several internalized conflicts.
     As time passed, Bart began to rub off on Valerian, who came to view Queprur as not entirely malevolent, and began to not bemoan his lady's fate quite as loudly. The time came for Valerian to leave when Bart passed. Valerian toiled for 3 days solid, trying every therapy and concoction known to Man. He eventually collapsed in a heap at the foot of Bart's bed. When Valerian came to, all he found on the bed was a note and a rather dashing set of clothes Valerian had confessed to admiring once. It read :

      Dear Valerian,
      Do not blame yourself for my death, I welcome the Goddess' embrace. You belabor and laud your lady's death, but if not for that , as regrettable as it was, would you be in the position where you are now?    
      In a position to save the next one? You'll find some clothes that I think will serve you well, along with a clasp to go along with that rather ugly helmet you insist on. Think of me, and of my and Gonn's lessons, and remember
            The Goddess gave man shadow, that they might find their own light.
   It was signed simply Bart

   He mourned his death, and after taking the clothes,  went to the crematorium, and personally burned Bart's body. That having been done, he went to Gonn, and thanked her for the time spent. As he gathered his things, she presented him with a flute. While its craftmanship was devoid of the accoutrements one associates with an instrument of high quality, the sound produced was pure, light, and airy. With this, and an admonition to practice daily, she sent him on his way with a smile.
   Valerian's conversations with being that would come to be known as Vergil were rather revealing, as these lent definition to each personality by the sheer conflict between them. Whereas Valerian was the more idealistic, Vergil was the more realistic, whereas one was the gentler soul, the other the more forceful. Never was the sharp contrast more evident than one encounter during his journey to Southern Sarvonia.
        Several bandits had accosted a few maidens. This was in a forested area, and Valerian passed but a short distance away, and heard every one of their heart-rending pleas for deliverance. Valerian began to move to render them aid, when he heard a voice in his head.
       "What do you think you are doing?" "I move to the aid of the accosted maidens." "Why do you do so?" "I must, for I could not save her." "Why do you constantly beat yourself up over that?" "She was was my charge, my friend, the object of my affections." "Were they returned?" Valerian smiled at this, lost in the memories ," They were, we were happy for a while." "Why do you cling to the memory? You have dishonored it in so many ways...." Valerian grew rather somber at this, and with a despairing look in his eye, "I haven't, I couldn't have." One could almost see the grim humor evident in the voice ," Well let's look at the facts. Your love, you could not save. Your tutor, you could not protect. Your heart-friend, with her you could not stay." "Those acts were not of my choice!" "Well then, we shall content ourselves with looking at your actions..... You have done a complete inversion of your life goal.... what was it again?" Valerian replied, the sadness evident in his voice ," To be a noble knight, protecting his lady." "And what are you now?" "Please don't.... I don't want to remember" "No, let us pursue this course fully. You have had congress with murderers and thieves.... You've descended so far as to learn their ways.... You have acquired a quite frankly frightening proficiency with throwing daggers, so you wouldn't have to stain your knightly hands with blood... but they're dead just the same.... and your greatest sin of all... do you know what that is?"
    "And what was that?" Valerian demanded, the dread in his voice evident.
     "You allowed me to be born.... For you're not strong enough to do what is required...."
     "What are you, some kind of demon? Some spirit, sent to torment me further for my many failings?"
      "I am your redemption as well, for I can do the things you cannot bring yourself to do..."
      "You can call me Vergil, and you shall never be rid of me....."
      Valerian felt a grasp of iron on his chin, bringing him to face his tormentor.... he cried to the heavens when it was his own face he saw...
       "For I AM YOU!!!"
       "NOOOO!!!!" Valerian cried. Such was his plea that surely the gods and goddesses on high could not help but to hear....

And thus his journey ends, and the adventure is but beginning......

Equipment
Weapons:
1 jewel encrusted broadsword [Hyperion]
2 black broadswords [Gambit and Twilight]
1 broadsword, with red stains [Aillanna's Slayer]
6 throwing daggers (perfect) [Dragon's Teeth]
2 wrist sheaths (capacity 3 each, currently holding the Dragon's Teeth)
12 throwing daggers (average)

Armor:
1 black leather/red tinged full body armor, with face concealing black leather wolf hood (Full Body Leather Battle Armor)
Moonlight Silver Cloth
-Robe (Full Body, Long Sleeve, to the floor, with hood)
-Kimonio-Like Design, with cloth belt (flowing pants, loose robe)
-Undershirt
Moonlight Silver Leather
-Gloves
-Boots
Moonight Silver Mask, with two eyeholes

Skill-Based Equipment
Herbal Mixing, Harvesting, and Preparation Set
Toiletry Kit
Lockpick Set
Medical Kit
Disguise Kit (Make-up, thread, dyes)
Plain metal flute (masterwork)


12 flasks
2 weeks trail rations
2 waterskins
2 sets of nice clothes (see picture)
1 crystalline lady , which he keeps close to his heart
1 lockbox, which contains the following items
- a child's locket, a silver maiden, a stained glass lady, a crystal faerie, and a crystal knight
- miniature portrait (Ailanna), minature portrait (Lady of the Evening), minature portrait (Theresa)
a lockbox, with a lot of the needed sleeping mixture (the key is kept on his necklace)
2 sets of black leather boots
3 sets of common clothes
3 nondescript brown robes
1 bottles of silver hair dye
1 bottles of black hair dye




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fair enough, although the request for an avatar still stands if anyones that's capable (I'm not :) ) if at all possible, just the face please.
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« Reply #3 on: December 11, 2006, 11:58:31 AM »

as y'all can see, orril and mina filled the requirement, a heartfelt thank you to both of them. still want people to comment though.
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« Reply #4 on: December 12, 2006, 08:13:57 AM »

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Just helping you out, dude but it ain't called nationality. Also, no chess exists on Santharia.

P.S. It's called tribe.
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« Reply #5 on: December 12, 2006, 09:40:14 AM »

Hello Valerian, happy to see you posting on Santharian once again. Hoepfully you and I can iron out this CD and get you on your way. My comments shall be in the ever-ugly color: orange.
Age : 25
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black
Height : 2.0 peds
Weight : ? (Ok some basics since I know you are American. Your character is approx. 6'6". A friend of mine is about 6'3" near 220lbs. this is a fairly well built person with decent muscle mass. For someone about your characters height to maintain this muscle mass you are looking at about 240lbs. Depending on your desired size for this character, adjust accordingly. Santharian weights: 1 od = about 1 lb.)
Nationality: Ephronian Yeah this should be "tribe" just to keep to the base format.
Race: Human
Title: Fallen Knight
Appearance: As that of a man who has seen much and been able to do little to affect it, he looks rather haunted by his past. His frame is rather lean, possessing a lithe grace as opposed to the more muscle bound one would traditionally associate with a sword fighter. His face is rather devoid of wrinkles or other signs of joviality, it seems to possess a marked seriousness that is applied to every encounter he faces. The eyes seems to be without pity, the face , for lack of a better term, is in need of a heart. His movements are all possessed of a serene grace, with no single movement being wasted. His fingers possess no signs of labor, yet upon close examination, one has no doubt that these hands have seen many an hour of toil. This section is nicely done Val! Though there should be some description of his most commonly worn clothes, in a new para.
Personality : Possessed of a rather haunted look, he is stiffly formal with those he does not know, but over time, generally gets to a casual formality. He's rather easy-going, prefering to not fight, or in general do anything that would cause anyone to think him out of the ordinary.
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Tries to protect any lady he comes across that he deems worthy of the honor , although he often attempts to do so behind the scenes. Rather congenial, though there is something about his smile that his both immensely charming and scary at the same time.
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He never focuses in on a single item at any given time , instead prefering to scan his atmosphere, listening in to any conversation or looking at any display he deems of note. He is capable of schooling his features to show no emotion at all, yet prefers not to. Instead, he would much rather tell the truth, yet put a faerie twist on it.
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One can hold him to his word, or rather the letter thereof. Whether or not he holds to the spirit of the agreement depends on how much he likes the person in question.


Strengths:

Broadsword proficiency: Taught from when he was young in the knightly art of fighting with a broadsword, he took to it eagerly, and is fairly proficient.

Dagger Throwing: Due to his rather intense training, has become extraordinarily good with throwing daggers. I would like to see some measure of this skill, maybe some examples that give the casual reader a quick measure of this skill. How far can he accurately use them?
Thievery: An accomplished thief, he has proficiencies in the usual areas: sleight of hand, pick pocketing, picking locks, disabling traps, acrobatics, stealth training Lumping ALL of these into a single strength is somewhat misleading. Thieves on Santharia are not like other style of games. They do not have a list of skills they know out of hand. Listing only those he seems to be "good", "decent" and "poorly" proficient in would help show some depth of character to him. I am sure there are some of these that he uses more than others.
Medical training: After having wandered the land for many years, has acquired a rather thorough understanding of how to cure someone, and given the right tools, can heal just about any injury you'd care to name. Can concoct restoratives, anti-toxins, etc.

At such a fairly young age he has many talents. I would think to learn all of these to the point you have mentioned, he would have some more years under his belt.

Weaknesses:

Averse to Blood: Due to his particular history, completely retreats into himself, mutters "I couldn't save her, why, dear Goddess, why?" over and over again,
and is generally good for nothing for several days, if not reassured by a kind lady.

Bi-Polar: Bi-polar is a modern word, maybe "Moody" would be more suited to an ancient setting? If his chosen lady comes to great harm, or he is overwhelmed with blood, he bounces over to an overly aggressive personality. While lacking the total soullessness of Vergil, is generally considered to revel in the pain and anguish of others....

Psychotic Break: Psychotic, psychosis and such words are modern terms as well. Words such as mental breakdown, lunacy and such would work well to get around this minor issue. Upon the death of his chosen lady, generally has a psychotic break, not the tiny ones, I mean an alternate personality manifests. For
clarity's sake, the personality has a preference for the name Vergil. Vergil seems to almost delight in torture, and many have given up any information they might have ever possessed if he, with his pitiless, soulless eyes, would just stop looking at them. That's not to say that Vergil didn't torture them anyways, but he didn't even have to do anything. A sole account is that for the man who tortured Valerian's lady, he was screaming for 3 days, and the last day the screams were such that many attest to the fact that Vergil was ripping the man's very soul.

Fixation (Crystalline Lady): Has an exquisitely carved Crystal Lady that he keeps around his neck. Does not let anyone, EVER, look at or touch the lady, and
he would NEVER EVER give it away. The necklace itself seems to be normal, other than its high level of craftmanship.
These weaknesses are truly unique, very balancing to his strengths as well.
I hope my comments help you on your pathway to a title. If you have more questions, you know how to find me. I am commenting on this in sections, as it is extremely long in the history area.
~Sincerely~
Co f cr'tuuln:Twen Araerwen
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« Reply #6 on: December 12, 2006, 02:38:53 PM »

I fixed what you had suggested Twen and Dagan, and appreciate the feedback. You two have the privilege of looking at an unedited thought stream of mine (did it all in one swoop). I do apologize for the length by the way.... I just was on a roll, what can I say?

So what else do you have (and mourns the non-existance of chess)
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« Reply #7 on: December 14, 2006, 09:22:05 PM »

I have done a complete read over Valerian. Looks like pretty much everything is in order. I would recommend the addition of one more moderate weakness to counter balance your strengths, but this is the only comment I have. The rest of the CD looks very well done, not long now.
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« Reply #8 on: December 17, 2006, 11:29:51 AM »

Well currently up to v1.5. If you haven't read it before, feel free to read it now. Feel free to read it again otherwise. Comments are always welcome.
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« Reply #9 on: December 18, 2006, 06:40:50 AM »

Well Valerian, I have read the entire thing. Absolutely a wonderful read! Once you change a single word that you have used, you have your first approval. "Chakra" is a mundane word to describe energy/focus. As this is associated with a set of real world beliefs, this word should be altered to something Santharianlike.

cr'mn: Styrash/ Meaning: soul (lit. "life forcrc")
'chn'cr: Styrash/ Meaning: spirit (lit. "self everlasting life")

These are just some root words that might apply to the concept of chakra. Have a look in the dictionaries on Santharia and I am sure you will find a word that fits this concept a bit.
~Sincerely~
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« Reply #10 on: December 18, 2006, 07:11:29 AM »

why does my post keep getting shortened?? *cries* my inventory keeps on disappearing.... help please?
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« Reply #11 on: December 18, 2006, 07:18:33 AM »

I am not sure why this is happening Valerian. But I will go and try to find out the reason why for you. ~Heads off to inquire about this issue~

Edit: Valerian has figured his problem out.
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« Reply #12 on: December 18, 2006, 08:42:36 AM »

Apparently there is a word limit for posts on the new boards. So anyone that reads this please know that there are two sections of this CD. I have read them both and am happy with what Val. has.~First approval~
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« Reply #13 on: December 19, 2006, 02:24:17 PM »

Hmm, strange that there is as the setting is said to have "no limit or max"

So that must be a server set limit, not a board.
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« Reply #14 on: December 19, 2006, 04:22:01 PM »

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1 black leather/red tinged full body armor, with face concealing black leather wolf hood (Echilanni Full Body Leather Battle Armor)
Echiilianni armour is unlikely to look like this.  Black and red is very visible where the Kasumarii come from.  It should be alright if you do not call it an Echiilianni armour though. 

This also makes me a little concerned:
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He mastered the lesson, and the Vergil grew tired of the old man, and took control of him. He made the old man stab himself, only to find that in that moment, he felt everything the old man did.
Um, so what exactly is going on here? 
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