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 Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 6:34 am
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Name: V'Rin
Stage: Prentice -> Healer -> Monk -> Scholar
Race: Shifter
Gender: Male
3 Base Traits: Patronizing, Whimsical, Charming
Personality:
V'Rin's lively attitude towards life is often contagious. He finds the world too often characterized as dark and dismal and has no problem being the beacon of light, so to speak. Good moods aren't hard to find when looking in his direction, and it's an attitude he does not have to work at. He enjoys making other's laugh and offers up an excited atmosphere in most situations, even those that others' would deem inappropriate times to do so. His attitude toward life has won him over many friends and acquaintances, though how authentic these relationships are... that is up in the air. His carefree attitude has also made him a many few enemies, but he seems to be amused by that more than anything. Either way, friend or foe, V'Rin isn't shy in talking to others'. He likes to be social, enjoys parties, and thrives in crowds.
Used to situations changing at the drop of the hat, his easy-going nature affords him the ability to adapt to most situations and temperaments. For the most part if he can leave somewhere laughing he feels it was well worth whatever he had to do or whoever he had to be for the time. He is also highly imaginative and creative, able to come up with out of the box solutions for major problems or day to day boredom.
He is also very persistent, he doesn't believe in giving up and if he sees something he likes or someone he knows that some how or another he will have it. It doesn't matter if it's a game of silver tongues or a drawn out play of patience, forfeiting isn't really an option for him. He doesn't care what sort of picture others' paint of him or how they perceive him when it really comes down to it, especially those that believe he to be the sort of manipulative, snake-like villain that he most certainly isn't.
Still, even though he likes to go with the flow he is a very impulsive earthling and sometimes that gets him into trouble. He's materialistic and really just enjoys things, all sorts of things! Shiny and colorful and expensive are his favorite, even if he's never been rich enough to buy them. He's all about the creative solution, after all. And even though he isn't really bothered by those that dislike him... if you somehow get on his list beware! He's quite sarcastic in the most obviously fake-cheerful manner. He has no problem berating you straight to your face, a cheerful grin carefully in place.
Description: Growing up, V'Rin wanted to be a swordsman. Having had years of practice with the sword, his body is quite lean and slightly muscular. Over the last handful of years in his life though he no longer is in the habit of practicing, so he isn't overly built. He describes himself as handsome and masculine. He has a strong jaw and eyebrows just full enough to be considered thick. He has a permanent nicked scar through the right one. His eyes are slightly hooded and his smile might be slightly crooked but it's still very contagious!
Clothing: Lots of layers. Flowing. Loose. Comfortable. Very colorful and extravagant. Oddly fashionable.
Accessories: Bones, feathers, flowers. Potion bottles... satchels. Rocks, gems, crystals ... if V'Rin likes it he'll find a way to wear it.
(that being said... clothing, accessories, and appearance are pretty much CC.
here is a handy pintrest board of V'Rin inspiration. OR if I do need to be more specific about clothing, hairstyle, accessories, etc. just let me know... and I can be!)
History:
V'Rin grew up as an only child to very loving parents, if not much older parents than many of his peers. The couple had been blessed later in life than they expected, after having thought that perhaps children were not in their future. Both were skilled in the art of the sword, and both spent much of their time with the tribe youth to teach and help hone the younglings skill sets. They often spoke of how beautiful the weapon was, how fighting with a sword was almost like a dance... though it was a deadly dance and often one where one earthling wouldn't walk away from. He couldn't understand their cheerful temperament when it came to their livelihood. Hadn't they ever killed something? Someone? Didn't that sort of thing start to eat up inside? But often his mother and father both would comment that any profession had it's dangers, it's negative aspects... some not deadly as others but they were in love with the great amount of skill it took to weild a blade. Often his father said it came down to being from a long line of blade wielders, that was their life blood.
He was taught from a very young age not to fight with others, to get along and to be kind. Serin would bless your life if you did good and helped those around you. So he was good, and kind. He was patient and made friends, and eventually he found that if you were nice often others gifted you nice things.
He spent his days carefree, even when he practiced sword work with his parents or other shifters, always laughing and having a good time. After all, what was there to be unhappy about? Live life laughing and Serin would laugh with you. Though at an early age he learned perhaps that was not always true, as his mother grew quite ill with something that constantly plagued her body with coughing and fever. The sickness came on swiftly, and in the end no cheerful or positive word could save her. Neither could any herbs or medicines, death had just decided to claim her back into his clutches. It was around then that he decided it did not quite matter how nice you were, life was still deeply entwined by threads of fate. His father was never quite the same after the passing of his mother, his joyful eyes dulled by the disappearance of his better half.
When battle hit his home tribe he did not expect to be lead by Istanell, who he knew of but didn't interact much with. Istanell's father was fearsome and unfriendly, so V'Rin had steered clear of Istanell while they grew. He'd thought that if there ever came a time where he would have to defend his home he most certainly would do so by the side of his father, though that was not to be. He'd been further away from the tribe than most, finding himself deeply invested in studying the plant life their homeland had to offer. He'd picked up the habit after his mother's sudden demise, wondering in vein if there wasn't something that could have helped. Awareness of the sudden battle going on had only come as he headed back through the canopies, the shouting and screams filling him with dread and twisting his insides the closer he came.
Armed with only a satchel of herbs and leaves he surprised himself with the willingness he had moving forward, heading into the chaos even as pure terror grasped at his heart. His plan was to move through as quickly as he could, to get to his father and to his own sword. The bloodshed around him was sickening, and it was clear in his young mind that they were not fighting a winning battle.
Before he could ever make it to his father he came upon Istanell, his eyes following his fellow youth's gaze to one of Istanell's brothers, being dragged by an Oban. It was clear Istanell had been in the thick of the fighting, blood running freely down his chest. V'Rin was not sure what had willed him to do it, but in the heat of the moment he was grabbing at a large branch and swinging impulsively. He caught Istanell as the shifter fell, abandoning the stick and struggling to drag the other male away as far as he could. Looking back, he still couldn't fully understand how they'd escaped notice, how they'd gotten themselves hidden.
The first words he uttered in what felt like days, "Stay down Istanell, you're badly wounded.", seemed like a bad dream. He'd surprised himself that he'd been able to stop the bleeding, to apply a poultice... that he even knew how to make a poultice. He spent many nights after sending thanks to his mother's spirit, knowing her death was the cause for his interest in the subject at all. He spent days helping Istanell heal, reassuring the other shifter that they would go back... that their side had been losing and in the long run this would be what helped. That healing was their main focus, regaining Istanell's health so that they could figure out how to get back his brother from Oban clutches. V'Rin confided in Istanell about his father, how he hadn't seen his father during the battle... how he did not know his own father's fate. How he hoped the worst that had happened was that Oban had captured him as well.
Once Istanell was well enough to make progress traveling without fear of his wound breaking open again V'Rin decided he would travel with the other shifter, that they would head to the Oba boarders and figure out what to do from there... even though their travels would be long. V'Rin argued long and hard that they needed to travel through Sauti and into Matori because it was safest to cross the Oba boarder from there. When they hit the Matori boarder though fate had other plans in mind, and in a cruel twist of fate V'Rin ended up breaking his leg. They had found that crossing into Matori wasn't as easy as they imagined, the steep cliffs leading into Matori were dangerous and not easily travelled. As they climbed down V'Rin slipped, falling and breaking his leg... though he was able to remain thankful it was only his leg that broke. Istanell was able to crudely splint V'Rin's leg, their journey into Setal taking longer than they'd planned. Istanell was able to find him shelter in Setal with a healer. It was quite clear... Istanell would want to continue on his journey to find his brothers and for some reason Serin did not want V'Rin to follow... so he urged his Istanell on, deciding he would have to stay behind and let his leg heal.
Fate was not always as cruel as it first let on though, for the Matorian he had taken up residence with happened to be a healer. It was then that he learned that even once his leg healed... he would only have limited use of it. He would be able to walk on it, but not for extremely long distances and it would be no where near as flexible as it had been in the past. He would need a cane of sorts, or perhaps a staff. But it was also when he started to learn basic uses of a lot of herbs, more than what he'd figured out on his own. He started to learn about plants that would help quiet pain, plants that would ease coughs... he found himself quite taken with the art and decided he two would follow in the footsteps of healing.
Once his leg was better he packed the very few possessions he owned, kindly thanked Keyaim, the Matorian who had housed him, and gratefully accepted the sturdy wooden talking stick the Matorian gifted to him as a parting gift. He began his journey to Oban, even though news of the war being finished had long since met his ears. He didn't know what else to do but to find Istanell... he wanted to know what had become of Istanell's brother... wanted to know if he could find any news out about his father.
Eventually he got word of a shifter matching Istanell's description, apparently headed for Zena to follow the fighting. V'Rin began his quest that way, though moving at a much slower pace with only little hope he would catch up with the other shifter. |
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2017 6:16 pm
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So, in no real order, here are some questions:
V'rin's mother and father were both swordsmen, but from the sounds of it, they are very kind and non-confrontational. So what led them to that profession? Inevitably you will have to fight, even kill, in that line of work. What was their motivation?
"His father was fearsome and unfriendly, so V'Rin steered clear. "
Who's father? It is unclear who you are referring to in this instance. Do you mean Istanell's father? Why is V'rin interacting with him? Is he a general? What is his relationship to him?
Where were his parents during the battle, and why did he not fight with them?
You said V'rin knocked Istanell out. Why did he do this, could you be more specific? How did V'rin break his leg? Why does he feel the need to follow after Istanell? Did they become friends? How has he, a cripple, been supporting himself? He can no longer be a swordsman, so how has he been finding work, when he is away from home?
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