[OOC] The Dwarven Epic

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So a dwarven roleplay with your character being an influential Commander and a hero of the dwarven empire, spending years away from home on important missions for the empire. He is on a dangerous and covert mission that very few people knew about when his whole regiment is ambushed and only the elite warriors and himself survive. My character is a high operating political official. She has connections to most all of the noble houses and uses her army of covert operatives to ensure the stability and security of the realm. She often uses unscrupulous methods to achieve this goal. She is a highly desirable Lady and has many suitors, amongst them the Crown prince, however she is polite but rejecting. Your character and she however have been in a relationship on and off for many years, loving eachother greatly but also finding eachother difficult, She worrying about him and finding his extended absences unbareable while he finding her suspect methods often dishonourable and against his morals. After the ambush he and his men drag themselves back to her home in the mountains, she the only one he could trust even though he left his mission just after another break. She recieves them and patches them up and they begin a search for the spy who sold them out and caused the death of many soldiers.

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Name: Vesna Vharzn
Age: 375
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality: Vesna is a commanding and ferocious woman to cross, a lightning storm and whirlwind of fury when angry. However she exercises extreme control over her emotions and over the years she has learnt to use them more as a tool to get what she wants rather than something she just experiences. She is naturally flirtatious and promiscuous, another thing that Garanth finds difficult about her. She is socially adept, making and holding conversation with almost anyone she meets. She also has an almost perfect memory, remembering and recalling at will anything she could possibly need or want. In familiar and friendly company she drops most of these qualities and becomes gentle and warm, enjoying touch and calm conversation. However she still has trouble expressing her own emotions and wants sometimes.

History: Vesna was the daughter of two of the most notorious members of the Vharzn family. Both of them were highly trained agents for the dwarven empire even though they were low in the line of succession. They rose to the very highest heights in the ranking of agents, their jobs eventually focusing more on management of other agents rather than missions for themselves, although they still went on them sometimes. At this point in their lives they found time to pursue their personal lives. They had always known of their specific attraction and attachement towards eachother but they were such professionals that they had never even tried to do anything about it, talking about it at one point and laying down ground rules. However now they had time and stability and they both eagerly and gratefully launched into a very trusting and passionate relationship that escalated quickly. They both knew so much about eachother from the exceeding amount of time they had spent together while in horrendously dangerous situations that it took no time at all for the honeymoon period to pass and for them to actually work out how their lives were going to go together.

They had many children and Vesna came in the middle, a few months after their 17th anniversary and a great delight to them, girl children being very rare indeed. They doted on her and their other children as the first purely positive and bright things they had ever created. They were both psychologically damaged generally but they still managed to be good parents and Vesna loved them and looked up to them both. She had a somewhat strange upbringing, being the only girl in a family of men destined to be scouts or spies or tacticians. Everyone thought Vesna would go for the tactician option but she trained hard in everything, excelling at most things and very quickly going on her own missions at a very tender age. Her parents werent controlling but they pushed all their children to do what they chose to and the whole family produced seven highly talented and notorious agents and politicians. Vesna took the mantel of both tactician and operative as well as inserting herself into the political field. Even with the heavy stigma of gender on her, there came a time when she had haulted too many assassination attempts and stopped too many coups for her record to go unnoticed. She gained the respect and highest rank in the Stone Crows and took on her position of leadership with eager relish. She was ruthless but never let her dark deeds permeate into the light of court. She was a perfect spy and a grand leader, backed by her brother's expertise and experience.

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Social Status: A high noble Lady and politician who is very feared, respected and admired by the whole Dwarvish community.

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[21:45:26] Erranruin:
Name: Garath Dragan

Age: 399 (His birthday is in 4 months, he wants to have a massive banquet!

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual (He keeps his interest in men a secret)

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Garath is one for efficiency and getting the job done. Once given order he will drive himself to the ground to get it done. He has a desperate need to do his duty and uphold
his family name.

History:
The Noble House of Dragan has always been essential to the safety of the Dwarven Realm. All excellent warriors – the Dragans supply the King with their fair share of Iron Hands. But their specialty is the development and training of The Steel Legion, the hardest and toughest of dwarven warriors.
Garath was born to Granth Dragan, lord of the House and personal advisor to the King. Granth’s farther, Garnth, had been the Commander of the Steel Legion. So Garanth started his life under the tutelage of a very well respected Lord and warrior. But it was his mother who proved essential in the early years of his life. Dris was a Lady of the court and skilled politician, but also in her youth had been a Warden, one of the elite guards of the realm.
She tutored her son in not only reading and writing, but also on drawing, and even acting at one point, though the dwarf youth showed next to no interest in this. What he really loved as a boy, was exploring. He would wander the corridors and chambers of their palace for hours on end, talking to the servants, helping the cooks, once he was found hanging from the bell of the bell tower, laughing all the while.
On his eleventh birthday his father began to give him four hour training sessions every day. His mother protested to this, but Granth ignored her, telling her that these were matters for a man to decide, not a woman. An argument ensued, which soon became heated. And the young dwarf could only watch from the doorway as his enraged father roared in his mother’s face.
Amongst the Dwarves it was just short of unheard of for a husband and wife to break up. So instead the once lovers took to living on either of the palace and avoiding each other entirely. Dwarf grudges die hard. All Garanth could do was learn what he could from the two of them.
His father was sullen and spoke little, yet still he drove his son to the ground in training, acting like more of a commanding officer than a father. His mother on the other hand seemed more delicate than she had been previously, yet she still taught him the best she could in the political and analytical arts. But come his fifteenth name day, his time with his mother had been limited to barely twice a week, owing to the iron fist rule of his father. Previously his mother would have stood up to him, but years of arguments and abuse seemed to have withered her beyond her years. And all she could do was watch as her son became a killing machine.
Come the age of twenty and Garanth was a well known and gossiped about youth amongst the locals. His prowess with a sword was yet to be matched by his aptitude for command. He had a talent for it though, but this was not enough for his father, who wanted his son to be better than he ever was.
Garanth himself enjoyed life little, his beloved mother had receded into the depths of her chambers and refused to speak to anyone save for a few trusted servants and himself when he was allowed.
It was on his thirtieth birthday banquet that everything changed.
He and all his friends were drinking themselves to the ground (unfortunately his father was present, who was also very drunk). Having the time of their lives and generally being happy young boys, it was then that his father chose to ruin everything, including himself.
With a roar he seemed to come out of nowhere and shake his fist at his son, babbling on about something he had said about him to Dris. Garanth had barely enough time to protest before his own father had smacked him across the face with his goblet. Stunned, Garanth stumbled back, only to be hit again, and again, and again, and again. Finally, when he lay upon the floor weeping, his father stopped and spat on his son before striding away.
Word spread fast of Lord Dragan’s drunken attack, and soon the whispering had reached the King’s ears, who was most displeased that one of his subjects was bludgeoning his own son in such a manner.
Dishonour and foul talk was brought to the House of Dragan after that, and they lost many servants and warriors who had served in the house since their birth. Proof of the attack was clear by Garanth’s face, the young boy, almost a grown dwarf, was dotted with purple bruises, and his left eye had swollen shut.

Abilities/Skills: Garath has been spoken of as a legend owing to his excellent aptitude for command. Able to hold a line from routing against all odds, Garath has been given the legendary title of Paragon, 16th in line he is often spoken of as nearly as almighty as Thurum, the 4th and most communally spoken of Paragon.
In hand to hand combat Garath is all but invincible. Before battle he dons his White Flame Plate mail, and equips the ancient great helm of Varanharr. As a weapon he chooses his personally crafted Broadsword. Nearly as long he is, the weapon is said to have cleaved a giant in two whilst in the hands of the Paragon. When asked if this tale is true Garath merely chuckles and replies – “You should have been there”

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