samsam223
Lord of Altera
'~:Valard Whyte:~'
Name:
Valard Devenair Whyte
Valard Devenair Whyte
Full Titles:
Lord Valard D. Whyte.
Nickname/Alias:
Val, short for Valard. Only friends or family would use this.
"The world is a board, held up by four pillars of man. These pillars are uneven, war, peace, justice, injustice.. Unbalanced. A tilted board is a dying world. To save the world isn't to straighten the pillars... But remove them."
'~+KEY INFORMATION+~'
Age:
33, but due to his sickly look, long hair and scurffy beard, he looks much older.
Lord Valard D. Whyte.
Nickname/Alias:
Val, short for Valard. Only friends or family would use this.
"The world is a board, held up by four pillars of man. These pillars are uneven, war, peace, justice, injustice.. Unbalanced. A tilted board is a dying world. To save the world isn't to straighten the pillars... But remove them."
'~+KEY INFORMATION+~'
Age:
33, but due to his sickly look, long hair and scurffy beard, he looks much older.
Gender:
Male.
Male.
Race:
Human.
Human.
Social Status:
Former noble of Azerwind and Marr, his heritage and title somewhat stripped from the world and is now nothing more than a commoner.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual- however is focused on his occupation rather than focusing on love.
Height:
6'2.
Former noble of Azerwind and Marr, his heritage and title somewhat stripped from the world and is now nothing more than a commoner.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual- however is focused on his occupation rather than focusing on love.
Height:
6'2.
Weight:
His muscular structure is the only thing that gives him weight and size..
His muscular structure is the only thing that gives him weight and size..
Date of Birth:
(I'll work that out later...)
(I'll work that out later...)
Date of Death:
"Who's to say this life we lead isn't death?"
Homeland:
Marr, the city of Azerport.
"Who's to say this life we lead isn't death?"
Homeland:
Marr, the city of Azerport.
Current Home:
"Not all have a home with four walls, a roof and door. The uneven road be my walls, the trees my roof and myself the door."
'~+PHYSIOLOGY+~'
Build:
Once athletically built as more of an athlete or nimble scout or ranger. With no real bulk but more of tone and definition, now replaced by solid muscle for one purpose only. To do whatever task and job he can grab his hands on. Labor mostly. Since his travels and lack of food however, his strength wavers and his body suffers physically. Signs of his deprivation can be clear as day or the complete opposite at any moment.
Hair:
Once neat, and always formed and combed to perfection, now just down growing and untidy, long just to his shoulders with no care put into it's display. hardly washed, brushed or anything. A deep natural blonde. Described as a mix of copper and gold.
Facial: Also once clean shaven, now he has no care of what his facial hair displays itself to be, unkempt and scruffy, rough and messy. A symptom of his new life.
Eyes:
Once upon a time, his eyes would spark with life, with different lights his eye colour would glistens different tones from deep, ocean blue to a light, sparkling, celestial blue to sometimes grey and faded depending on the light. But nowadays they are sunken, dark and weary. Almost grey as if his life force was portrayed in his eyes.
Skin:
A sickly pale look to his face and body, despite being on the road most of the time and in the sun, his lack of nourishment keeps his healthy possibilities far from reach. Can almost be described as greyish.
Identifying Marks:
A distant memory now. Flawless skin without scars nor wounds. His eyes sparkle with radiance as youth, a pleasantry to look at. Reduced to the aspect of a beggar, scars litter his hands from hard labour such as wood cutting, heavy lifting and other idle, meaningless tasks. His face only representing a fading memory and loss of hope, nothing but sadness in his eyes, and sickness on his face.
Appearance:
Valard was once deemed handsome or attractive, despite his once constant dismissing of these claims. He has a gentle, sloped nose perfectly aligned save a slight ridge from a distant break as a child, his cheekbones are high and defined with slim cheeks and a strong, curved jaw. Mostly hidden now by his long hair, and unhealthy proportions to his face. Typically someone who'd be rendered nothing important.
Clothing:
Valard, in a past still not forgotten, he was rarely seen out of his military uniform. Adjusted and tempered with to give him a unique look. Blue military uniform to show his loyalty to Marr; with satchels bound across his wait and chest filled with everything he may need. He had a pure white cloak which he gave away to a damsel in a distant memory, that would hang from left shoulder down to waist. Ornate with decorate patterning around the seams and tassels that hang freely on the edge of the cloak. After a journey of enlightenment and choosing, he stripped himself down to nothing, giving all his possessions away to those who needed it more than himself, his mail to a beggar, just like him, his tabard to a merchant, his boots to a child with no shoes of their own. Now, he dresses in whatever garbs he can grab, just to maintain the only dignity he can call his own.
Weaponry:
He carried a simple long-sword given when joining the military, but soon after leaving Marr he sold it to buy his passage out of the region. His one true achievement, sold away without remorse.
Prized Possessions:
He carries nothing, his memories are nothing but distant, dreams.. Dreams that haunt each night he sleeps. Each time his eyelids shut.
Hygiene:
Back in an ancient life, he was seen to be always pristine, never dirty at all. But now he never bathes and never bothers to clean himself in anyway. His face and hands muddy from months of labour, his hair greasy and muddy likewise.
Voice:
His stern, outward and confidence has drained from his body and mind, his voice no different, almost a whisper from his own failures that are all that repeat in his mind, and the lack of strength to even talk to those around him, saving all his strength for walking, crawling or dragging boxes.
'~+QUALITIES AND FLAWS+~'
Strengths:
Valard is:
Loyal, courageous, brave, honest, intelligent, cunning and somewhat disciplined.
Fears:
"Fear is what drives us to run faster, fight stronger, fear is to survive."
Weaknesses:
Little weaknesses. Unless challenged with the impossible.
•Harm to others, especially women and children.
•Harm the innocent or undeserving.
•Combat his own beliefs for a greater good is found to be difficult.
Intelligence:
Valard has studied and practiced the art of war since he was able to hold a sword, and has a deep understanding of combat, history, religion and mythology. Though he doesn't use any of this with the jobs and tasks he gathers when traveling around the Northern Kingdoms.
Languages:
Common tongue.
Profession:
Anything.
'~+ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS+~'
Personality:
Generally Valard is portrayed as disciplined and militaristic to those he doesn't know. However Valard is caring and loyal. And serves those around him in anyway he can, through little deeds of kindness to drawing a blade in defence of someone. Valard's good traits are more noticed. However at times he can be stern and bold, cunning and devious as well as hawkish when set in combat or anger.
Religion or Cults:
He once was completely devote to Rahas, Ignis and Crusade. Following whatever command he believed would serve them. But now he hardly worships. With a lack of optimism in his life, he doesn't even look to the Gods for help.
Alignment:
Lawful Good.
Short Term Goals:
Walk, feed, work. Rest, walk, feed, work rest..
Long Term Goals:
Only to serve.
'~+TRIVIA+~'
Favourite...
Place:
"My favorite place? The memories of my home.."
Pastime:
With his sudden new lifestyle, Valard has no time for pastime, he is either walking till his feet bleed in pain, his eyes dwindle with exhaustion. Working until every muscle aches in his back, every happy memory seemingly drained from ever existing or resting, with a night full of horror and fear.
Food:
Has no real preference to food. And can eat mostly anything.
Drink:
Cool water, he never drinks alcohol.
Colour:
Blue and White of Marr.
Animal:
Between a fine steed and a blackbird, but as a child he adored the winged reptiles known as Dragons...
Least Favourite...
Place:
A cramped and noisy tavern filled with drunkards...
Pastime:
Sitting in a tavern..
"Not all have a home with four walls, a roof and door. The uneven road be my walls, the trees my roof and myself the door."
'~+PHYSIOLOGY+~'
Build:
Once athletically built as more of an athlete or nimble scout or ranger. With no real bulk but more of tone and definition, now replaced by solid muscle for one purpose only. To do whatever task and job he can grab his hands on. Labor mostly. Since his travels and lack of food however, his strength wavers and his body suffers physically. Signs of his deprivation can be clear as day or the complete opposite at any moment.
Hair:
Once neat, and always formed and combed to perfection, now just down growing and untidy, long just to his shoulders with no care put into it's display. hardly washed, brushed or anything. A deep natural blonde. Described as a mix of copper and gold.
Facial: Also once clean shaven, now he has no care of what his facial hair displays itself to be, unkempt and scruffy, rough and messy. A symptom of his new life.
Eyes:
Once upon a time, his eyes would spark with life, with different lights his eye colour would glistens different tones from deep, ocean blue to a light, sparkling, celestial blue to sometimes grey and faded depending on the light. But nowadays they are sunken, dark and weary. Almost grey as if his life force was portrayed in his eyes.
Skin:
A sickly pale look to his face and body, despite being on the road most of the time and in the sun, his lack of nourishment keeps his healthy possibilities far from reach. Can almost be described as greyish.
Identifying Marks:
A distant memory now. Flawless skin without scars nor wounds. His eyes sparkle with radiance as youth, a pleasantry to look at. Reduced to the aspect of a beggar, scars litter his hands from hard labour such as wood cutting, heavy lifting and other idle, meaningless tasks. His face only representing a fading memory and loss of hope, nothing but sadness in his eyes, and sickness on his face.
Appearance:
Valard was once deemed handsome or attractive, despite his once constant dismissing of these claims. He has a gentle, sloped nose perfectly aligned save a slight ridge from a distant break as a child, his cheekbones are high and defined with slim cheeks and a strong, curved jaw. Mostly hidden now by his long hair, and unhealthy proportions to his face. Typically someone who'd be rendered nothing important.
Clothing:
Valard, in a past still not forgotten, he was rarely seen out of his military uniform. Adjusted and tempered with to give him a unique look. Blue military uniform to show his loyalty to Marr; with satchels bound across his wait and chest filled with everything he may need. He had a pure white cloak which he gave away to a damsel in a distant memory, that would hang from left shoulder down to waist. Ornate with decorate patterning around the seams and tassels that hang freely on the edge of the cloak. After a journey of enlightenment and choosing, he stripped himself down to nothing, giving all his possessions away to those who needed it more than himself, his mail to a beggar, just like him, his tabard to a merchant, his boots to a child with no shoes of their own. Now, he dresses in whatever garbs he can grab, just to maintain the only dignity he can call his own.
Weaponry:
He carried a simple long-sword given when joining the military, but soon after leaving Marr he sold it to buy his passage out of the region. His one true achievement, sold away without remorse.
Prized Possessions:
He carries nothing, his memories are nothing but distant, dreams.. Dreams that haunt each night he sleeps. Each time his eyelids shut.
Hygiene:
Back in an ancient life, he was seen to be always pristine, never dirty at all. But now he never bathes and never bothers to clean himself in anyway. His face and hands muddy from months of labour, his hair greasy and muddy likewise.
Voice:
His stern, outward and confidence has drained from his body and mind, his voice no different, almost a whisper from his own failures that are all that repeat in his mind, and the lack of strength to even talk to those around him, saving all his strength for walking, crawling or dragging boxes.
'~+QUALITIES AND FLAWS+~'
Strengths:
Valard is:
Loyal, courageous, brave, honest, intelligent, cunning and somewhat disciplined.
Fears:
"Fear is what drives us to run faster, fight stronger, fear is to survive."
Weaknesses:
Little weaknesses. Unless challenged with the impossible.
•Harm to others, especially women and children.
•Harm the innocent or undeserving.
•Combat his own beliefs for a greater good is found to be difficult.
Intelligence:
Valard has studied and practiced the art of war since he was able to hold a sword, and has a deep understanding of combat, history, religion and mythology. Though he doesn't use any of this with the jobs and tasks he gathers when traveling around the Northern Kingdoms.
Languages:
Common tongue.
Profession:
Anything.
'~+ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS+~'
Personality:
Generally Valard is portrayed as disciplined and militaristic to those he doesn't know. However Valard is caring and loyal. And serves those around him in anyway he can, through little deeds of kindness to drawing a blade in defence of someone. Valard's good traits are more noticed. However at times he can be stern and bold, cunning and devious as well as hawkish when set in combat or anger.
Religion or Cults:
He once was completely devote to Rahas, Ignis and Crusade. Following whatever command he believed would serve them. But now he hardly worships. With a lack of optimism in his life, he doesn't even look to the Gods for help.
Alignment:
Lawful Good.
Short Term Goals:
Walk, feed, work. Rest, walk, feed, work rest..
Long Term Goals:
Only to serve.
'~+TRIVIA+~'
Favourite...
Place:
"My favorite place? The memories of my home.."
Pastime:
With his sudden new lifestyle, Valard has no time for pastime, he is either walking till his feet bleed in pain, his eyes dwindle with exhaustion. Working until every muscle aches in his back, every happy memory seemingly drained from ever existing or resting, with a night full of horror and fear.
Food:
Has no real preference to food. And can eat mostly anything.
Drink:
Cool water, he never drinks alcohol.
Colour:
Blue and White of Marr.
Animal:
Between a fine steed and a blackbird, but as a child he adored the winged reptiles known as Dragons...
Least Favourite...
Place:
A cramped and noisy tavern filled with drunkards...
Pastime:
Sitting in a tavern..
Food:
Bland or poorly cooked food shows lack of skill or care.
Bland or poorly cooked food shows lack of skill or care.
Drink:
Alcohol of any kind.
"Turns men into beast, and beast into monster".
Alcohol of any kind.
"Turns men into beast, and beast into monster".
Colour:
Yellow.
Animal:
Anything from the jungles that crawls around on more than four legs...
Yellow.
Animal:
Anything from the jungles that crawls around on more than four legs...
'~+RELATIONS+~'
Loved:
Trusted:
Befriended:
Liked:
Neutral:
Unsure of:
Wary of:
Afraid of:
Disliked:
Hated:
Trusted:
Befriended:
Liked:
Neutral:
Unsure of:
Wary of:
Afraid of:
Disliked:
Hated:
INSPIRATIONS: The picture at the top provided all inspiration for Valard. From occupation, to personality and more.
My in-game name is: samsam223
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