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Elian Valent

Name
Elian Valent

Age
19

Gender
Male

Relationship Status
Single.

Job
Knight of high nobillity

Element/Abilities
Elian’s elemental proficiency is Water. He’s not got the best control over his abilities, given that his is the way of the sword, not sorcery. However, that doesn’t mean he can’t call upon the power should he need it - in particular, his healing skill. Though not as effective as healing through Light, it can come through in emergencies, and it can pay to have someone who can perform basic first aid.

In-Depth Appearance
Strong, yet slender, and standing at 5’11, Elian is equal parts average and oddity. With white hair and amber eyes, he doesn’t exactly blend in. And though he’s rarely crossed blades with anyone, his training keeps him in good health. He has a scar across his chest, just above his heart, from his first battle.

While he’s most comfortable garbed in steel or leather, it isn’t always appropriate. And so, when such times come, he wears a simple linen shirt and a black tunic over it, with his ever-present cloak trailing behind.

Likes
Early mornings.
Training.
Fine foods and wine.
Thinking.

Dislikes
Thieves, vagabonds and the like.
Dwelling on the past.
Debauchery.
Beer and liquor.

Biggest Fear
Bereavement – Elian has been to dark places. He has no blood relatives to speak of - only the people he knows in this world. He fears not for his death, nor being alone. But he cannot lose this new family. It would destroy him.

Personality
A mostly solemn and serious youth, Elian very rarely lets loose. People who attempt to elbow into his life may well find he has his pointed barbs. That isn’t to say he hates company; just that he’s a private person. He’d rather keep to himself than make awkward small talk.

And if you respect his boundaries, you may well find that he’s got a good deal to offer. He has the time to ponder, and from time to time he’ll share some of his thinking. It’s his philosophy that life should not be wasted that brought him to savour each moment as though it were a painting or a feast. But, most of all, he’s dedicated to his duties as a knight. He practices swordplay and archery, and trains one hour daily, with few exceptions.

As for the Marks, and Destined, he’s never truly let it affect his life. Not since then, anyway. If he meets his Destined, he will. And if he doesn’t, he won’t. That’s for chance, fate, and luck to decide. Though, privately, he does dream of romance and love, if only to know the girl he might fall in love with.

Background
Elian was born to Arne and Lorelai Valent, both high nobility. They owned the lands that rested against the backs of the mountains to the west, and were well known by the people to be firm, but generous. He grew up with all the benefits of a noble boy, and on occasion walked among the townspeople with his mother. She often told him tales of the Destined, and how, out there somewhere, there was a girl who he would fall in love with, and that she was going to love him. In fact, the only thing he was unhappy with in his life was his father’s attempts to teach him swordplay. Elian had no wishes to learn the arts of war. Even so, the Lord Valent persisted.

One day, though, when Elian was in his mid-teens, his uncle came by to visit. Venen Valent was the black sheep of the family, as the second son, and having never succeeded in being a scholar, a soldier, a merchant or anything else he’d ever ‘tried’. But he was still Arne’s brother, and so was welcome in his house. Venen was not of the same opinion. The same night, in a bid for power, he snuck through the house and murdered both of Elian’s parents. If the boy had not been wandering around the halls at the time, he would have met the same fate. As it was, the crime did not go undiscovered or unsolved for long. Venen was sentenced not three days after, his attempt at taking his brother's title thwarted.

Alone in the world at fourteen years old, Elian found himself full of despair, and unwilling to take up the mantle of his parents, he withdrew into himself. For weeks, he remained this way. It was only when a knight walked into town that he faced the sunlight once more. Given it was his duty to host the knight in his home, Elian tried his best to be courteous and entertaining. But she asked him what troubled his heart, so he told her. After thinking over his story, she then offered to take him on as a squire. Remembering his father’s wishes, for him to learn combat and the like, Elian accepted. Determined to honour his parents’ memory, he was apparently one of the best students the knight had ever seen. 

Half a year past, Elian was knighted. Ever since, he has been serving the Crown in whatever was asked of him. He recently returned from a journey to the south in order to attend the festival.

Extra
As seen in the picture, he favours his left hand.
Color:92278f
Faceclaim: Drawing approved for being realistic.
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