Karkat_Vantas
Villager
Name: Sparacus Aleria
Nickname/Alias: None yet
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 pounds
Hair: His hair is White, with light grey streaks and is down to his shoulders, He typically lets it hang down since it is naturally straight.
Eyes: His eyes are dark teal showing due to his "Gift and Curse"
Skin: His skin is very lightly tanned mostly because he tries to avoid sunlight, but loves being outdoors.
Identifying Marks: The only things that really set him apart from other people are his eyes, hair color, and the black lines that run down from his forehead, past his eyes, and across the side of his face.
Appearance: Sparacus is fairly muscular, his height making him tower over some people and his hair able to hide his face. He has quite a few scars, his most notable ones being on his arms from arrow wounds. He is mostly seen wearing a tan shirt with black markings on it, and black pants. His shoulders have on them a set of very old, worn down looking pauldrons, and under his shirt around the collar area, some equally old chain armor can be seen. He says it looks nice, but provides him with absolutely no defense due to the fact of how old it is.
Strengths: Sparacus is fairly strong and tolerant for pain. He is able to shrug off arrows and has been seen sometimes pulling arrows out of his arm. He has also taken on large battles alone, and has fallen quite a far distance sometimes, able to get right back up and continue what he was doing. He is fairly quick on his feet and has some intelligence to boot. The what he calls "Gift and Curse" Eyes provide him with a higher attention span and better focus on a battle field, giving him faster reaction times. They also give him the ability to see better in low light conditions, which helps him navigate caves.
Weaknesses and fears: His eyes, although being such a great gift to him, do have their draw-backs, and most of the time he calls them more of a curse. He does not have a great view of distance, he can only see about 50 feet before his eyesight is abruptly cut off by an accursed fog that is constantly in his vision. They also are very susceptible to irritation most of the time bought on by water getting into his eye. He once got a rain drop in his eye and spent a whole tour through a town itching it, and holding his hand over it to try and keep himself from scratching it anymore. It has also been noted that depending on a situation his eyes will vary between shades and hues of the original color, mostly when in times of deep thought, or in a stressful situation bought on by fighting. It for the most part allows people to know if he is thinking of something. Another weakness of his, is that although he may be an overwhelming force of strength. he is very jumpy and sometimes will stop mining expeditions for small reasons (for example stopping a group while he's holding his weapon because there is a lone zombie).
Religion and cults: None
Profession: He is a warrior at heart, but also can be quite a blacksmith. His weaponry at one time being called the strongest blade.
Back Story:
Sparacus' life is shrouded commonly by death, which some people find strange due to the fact that he is a very upbeat person. His life began on a farm as an only child for the first few years of his life. His parents were very addicted to gambling, sometimes causing them to go without food for quite awhile while they paid off debts. At age six Sparacus' parents tried to teach him how to gamble, but Sparacus could never pick up on it, he always said gambling and card games were boring, though they provided him with a good reason to go to sleep. It was around his seventh birthday that Sparacus was granted his curse. His parents, on the day of his curse being given to him, were at an all time high for their gambling, having gotten money out of everyone in the tavern they were in that day. Sparacus commonly stuck by with them, watching out for anyone cheating, and he would always alert everyone at the table of a cheater. The table had fallen silent everyone had been bested by the worst gamblers in the whole area, and either had run out of money, or just didn't want to continue.
An old man walked into the tavern taking a seat at the table with Sparacus' parents, and making a heavy wager with them, offering them the chance to triple their current pot, or hand it all over to the man. The man wore a hooded robe, so Sparacus could not really see if the man was a devious, and obvious cheater, or an honest gentleman. His parents cautiously but excitedly took the bet, being extremely sure they would win, because their luck couldn't get bad at this point. Sparacus watched the game with a careful eye, watching every single hand movement to see if anyone cheated. It was towards the end of the pot, the old man had only a small amount of money left, and Sparacus watched him try to pull a card out of his sleeve. Sparacus thought nothing of it, pulling his normal routine, acting like nothing happened, until the man won, Sparacus being a smug little punk called the man out on cheating, and the man admitted to it, but was obviously not very happy. He commented on how Sparacus had very keen watchful eyes, like a hawk, and then cast a hex upon him, causing his eyes to turn their color, and his hair to fade to grey and white. His face developed the black marks as a sort of seal for the hex letting people be aware of it. His parents won by default, but at the cost of their sons eyesight now being terrible.
By age 11 Sparacus now had 4 new siblings bringing his family up to a heft size of 7 family members. The family had moved into a larger house, now in a more local farm community, Sparacus had made friends with only one child who also had been cursed with an odd appearance, whose name was Karkat. They grew up together and taught each other everything they could and were willing to teach each other. Karkat taught Sparacus the art of combat with an odd weapon, their weapon of choice being a sickle, and Sparacus taught Karkat how to spot a cheater in a tavern with relative ease. Sparacus and Karkat commonly stayed around Sparacus' house to take care of his siblings while his parents went out gambling, though it wasn't long before Sparacus' father died. He died in a gambling bet that went wrong and was stabbed viciously and beaten to death. His mother died a couple of years later, she commited suicide from depression, leaving Sparacus to raise his family by the age of 13. He would have failed miserably if it wasn't for Karkat who taught Sparacus how to hunt.
Sparacus's youngest sibling died months after their mother from starvation. Sparacus always blamed himself for it, though his siblings told him not to think of it as his fault. Five more years passed before Sparacus was forced to leave the farming community with Karkat. The two were on their way back from a hunting trip, returning empty handed, which had become quite common around that time. As they got closer to the village, they smelt, what they thought to be a campfire. Then when they got closer to the village, they had seen what they were smelling. The whole village was ablaze, set by bandits. Karkat quickly fled to his house, and Sparacus to his, to check on their respective families. Sparacus got to his house, finding the front door broken open, and three bandits already inside. Sparacus crept in and saw that two of his siblings had already been killed from injuries sustained from savage beatings. Sparacus in a display of sheer rage, and bravery, and possibly stupidity, dove at the bandits, wielding his sickle and using it to quickly dispose of the three. Sparacus quickly picked his sister up onto his back and fled the burning house, finding Karkat outside, having learned the fate of his own family. The two fled the village, and ran as far and as fast as they could before stopping by a river.
Sparacus laid his sister on the ground and would lay next to her, staring at the stars. Sparacus spoke with her during her final moments, helping her stay calm to make the transition from life to death easier. He made up constellations, and tried to help her feel better with jokes. She looked at him with sincerity and finally spoke to him with a weakening tone, asking him to make her a promise.
"Big brother Spara (The children's nickname for Sparacus because his name was hard to pronounce to them), can you make me a big promise? Will you and Karkat... Become the biggest Strongest... Heroes in all the land?.. Like the ones... From the story?" She spoke looking to him as he sat up listening intently, his head dropped his long white hair hiding his eyes as tears silently fell trying to maneuver through the hair. Sparacus took a deep breath making the promise to become a hero like she had asked, and become even better heroes than the ones in the story. She passed silently in her brothers arms and the next morning she was buried.
Sparacus and his friend soon ventured forth visiting many places, and soon took their own separate paths. Sparacus learning the trade of the blacksmith and deciding to move on, while Karkat learned the same trade, but stayed at the village. They vowed to each other that if they ever met on the battlefields for some reason, they would turn against their respective armies, or flee the battlefield deserting their armies.
Sparacus moved on, traveling for a couple of more years, keeping himself in health, and taking on varying challenges of extreme proportions sometimes, and proving himself to be a very brave warrior. He finally arrived in Altera, after making many friends and finally stopped his travels there.
This was his life, but his story has only just begun.
(Opinions? Comments? Suggestions? I am open to all I worked fairly hard on this, but I personally feel I put way too much information into his backstory ._.)
Nickname/Alias: None yet
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 pounds
Hair: His hair is White, with light grey streaks and is down to his shoulders, He typically lets it hang down since it is naturally straight.
Eyes: His eyes are dark teal showing due to his "Gift and Curse"
Skin: His skin is very lightly tanned mostly because he tries to avoid sunlight, but loves being outdoors.
Identifying Marks: The only things that really set him apart from other people are his eyes, hair color, and the black lines that run down from his forehead, past his eyes, and across the side of his face.
Appearance: Sparacus is fairly muscular, his height making him tower over some people and his hair able to hide his face. He has quite a few scars, his most notable ones being on his arms from arrow wounds. He is mostly seen wearing a tan shirt with black markings on it, and black pants. His shoulders have on them a set of very old, worn down looking pauldrons, and under his shirt around the collar area, some equally old chain armor can be seen. He says it looks nice, but provides him with absolutely no defense due to the fact of how old it is.
Strengths: Sparacus is fairly strong and tolerant for pain. He is able to shrug off arrows and has been seen sometimes pulling arrows out of his arm. He has also taken on large battles alone, and has fallen quite a far distance sometimes, able to get right back up and continue what he was doing. He is fairly quick on his feet and has some intelligence to boot. The what he calls "Gift and Curse" Eyes provide him with a higher attention span and better focus on a battle field, giving him faster reaction times. They also give him the ability to see better in low light conditions, which helps him navigate caves.
Weaknesses and fears: His eyes, although being such a great gift to him, do have their draw-backs, and most of the time he calls them more of a curse. He does not have a great view of distance, he can only see about 50 feet before his eyesight is abruptly cut off by an accursed fog that is constantly in his vision. They also are very susceptible to irritation most of the time bought on by water getting into his eye. He once got a rain drop in his eye and spent a whole tour through a town itching it, and holding his hand over it to try and keep himself from scratching it anymore. It has also been noted that depending on a situation his eyes will vary between shades and hues of the original color, mostly when in times of deep thought, or in a stressful situation bought on by fighting. It for the most part allows people to know if he is thinking of something. Another weakness of his, is that although he may be an overwhelming force of strength. he is very jumpy and sometimes will stop mining expeditions for small reasons (for example stopping a group while he's holding his weapon because there is a lone zombie).
Religion and cults: None
Profession: He is a warrior at heart, but also can be quite a blacksmith. His weaponry at one time being called the strongest blade.
Back Story:
Sparacus' life is shrouded commonly by death, which some people find strange due to the fact that he is a very upbeat person. His life began on a farm as an only child for the first few years of his life. His parents were very addicted to gambling, sometimes causing them to go without food for quite awhile while they paid off debts. At age six Sparacus' parents tried to teach him how to gamble, but Sparacus could never pick up on it, he always said gambling and card games were boring, though they provided him with a good reason to go to sleep. It was around his seventh birthday that Sparacus was granted his curse. His parents, on the day of his curse being given to him, were at an all time high for their gambling, having gotten money out of everyone in the tavern they were in that day. Sparacus commonly stuck by with them, watching out for anyone cheating, and he would always alert everyone at the table of a cheater. The table had fallen silent everyone had been bested by the worst gamblers in the whole area, and either had run out of money, or just didn't want to continue.
An old man walked into the tavern taking a seat at the table with Sparacus' parents, and making a heavy wager with them, offering them the chance to triple their current pot, or hand it all over to the man. The man wore a hooded robe, so Sparacus could not really see if the man was a devious, and obvious cheater, or an honest gentleman. His parents cautiously but excitedly took the bet, being extremely sure they would win, because their luck couldn't get bad at this point. Sparacus watched the game with a careful eye, watching every single hand movement to see if anyone cheated. It was towards the end of the pot, the old man had only a small amount of money left, and Sparacus watched him try to pull a card out of his sleeve. Sparacus thought nothing of it, pulling his normal routine, acting like nothing happened, until the man won, Sparacus being a smug little punk called the man out on cheating, and the man admitted to it, but was obviously not very happy. He commented on how Sparacus had very keen watchful eyes, like a hawk, and then cast a hex upon him, causing his eyes to turn their color, and his hair to fade to grey and white. His face developed the black marks as a sort of seal for the hex letting people be aware of it. His parents won by default, but at the cost of their sons eyesight now being terrible.
By age 11 Sparacus now had 4 new siblings bringing his family up to a heft size of 7 family members. The family had moved into a larger house, now in a more local farm community, Sparacus had made friends with only one child who also had been cursed with an odd appearance, whose name was Karkat. They grew up together and taught each other everything they could and were willing to teach each other. Karkat taught Sparacus the art of combat with an odd weapon, their weapon of choice being a sickle, and Sparacus taught Karkat how to spot a cheater in a tavern with relative ease. Sparacus and Karkat commonly stayed around Sparacus' house to take care of his siblings while his parents went out gambling, though it wasn't long before Sparacus' father died. He died in a gambling bet that went wrong and was stabbed viciously and beaten to death. His mother died a couple of years later, she commited suicide from depression, leaving Sparacus to raise his family by the age of 13. He would have failed miserably if it wasn't for Karkat who taught Sparacus how to hunt.
Sparacus's youngest sibling died months after their mother from starvation. Sparacus always blamed himself for it, though his siblings told him not to think of it as his fault. Five more years passed before Sparacus was forced to leave the farming community with Karkat. The two were on their way back from a hunting trip, returning empty handed, which had become quite common around that time. As they got closer to the village, they smelt, what they thought to be a campfire. Then when they got closer to the village, they had seen what they were smelling. The whole village was ablaze, set by bandits. Karkat quickly fled to his house, and Sparacus to his, to check on their respective families. Sparacus got to his house, finding the front door broken open, and three bandits already inside. Sparacus crept in and saw that two of his siblings had already been killed from injuries sustained from savage beatings. Sparacus in a display of sheer rage, and bravery, and possibly stupidity, dove at the bandits, wielding his sickle and using it to quickly dispose of the three. Sparacus quickly picked his sister up onto his back and fled the burning house, finding Karkat outside, having learned the fate of his own family. The two fled the village, and ran as far and as fast as they could before stopping by a river.
Sparacus laid his sister on the ground and would lay next to her, staring at the stars. Sparacus spoke with her during her final moments, helping her stay calm to make the transition from life to death easier. He made up constellations, and tried to help her feel better with jokes. She looked at him with sincerity and finally spoke to him with a weakening tone, asking him to make her a promise.
"Big brother Spara (The children's nickname for Sparacus because his name was hard to pronounce to them), can you make me a big promise? Will you and Karkat... Become the biggest Strongest... Heroes in all the land?.. Like the ones... From the story?" She spoke looking to him as he sat up listening intently, his head dropped his long white hair hiding his eyes as tears silently fell trying to maneuver through the hair. Sparacus took a deep breath making the promise to become a hero like she had asked, and become even better heroes than the ones in the story. She passed silently in her brothers arms and the next morning she was buried.
Sparacus and his friend soon ventured forth visiting many places, and soon took their own separate paths. Sparacus learning the trade of the blacksmith and deciding to move on, while Karkat learned the same trade, but stayed at the village. They vowed to each other that if they ever met on the battlefields for some reason, they would turn against their respective armies, or flee the battlefield deserting their armies.
Sparacus moved on, traveling for a couple of more years, keeping himself in health, and taking on varying challenges of extreme proportions sometimes, and proving himself to be a very brave warrior. He finally arrived in Altera, after making many friends and finally stopped his travels there.
This was his life, but his story has only just begun.
(Opinions? Comments? Suggestions? I am open to all I worked fairly hard on this, but I personally feel I put way too much information into his backstory ._.)
