princess
WolfLover
Punished GN
Hedgehawk
Vampiretwilight
Character Theme – Scholar of the First Sin
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Standing at about average height, he boasts a build befitting that of a speedy swordsman. His muscular tone leans towards use of agility, rather than strength. His dirt snowy hair is lazily slicked upwards, falling downwards in random, and erratic positions. His hands are calloused, the sign of a man whom takes his training seriously. He almost always drapes his black, graying cloak, around himself fastened by an unknown, shimmering crest.
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【Alias】
Pale Swordsman.
【Race】
Human.
【Gender】
Male.
【Age】
24.
【Sexuality】
Demisexual.
【Birth Place】
Unknown; Forgotten.
【Nation/Allegiance】
Neutral.
【Profession】
Sellsword/Mercenary.
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【Personality】
For a sellsword, Niavak is a cordial individual, perhaps much too much for his own good. He treats anyone he speaks with respect, only taking that away if that person had proven they did not deserve it. He has a certain charisma to his speech, easily promoting acquaintances to a sort of odd friendship at times. Though he is friendly, he will not take real threats targeted towards him sitting down, and almost always readies to defend or fight for himself.
At rarer times, melancholy can be evidently present across his features. Always trying to remember his hazy, unknown past when he can, only to be met by the physical, and mental pain it wroughts whenever he does so. He always wonders what his purpose will be after managing to complete his swordsmanship, he has little idea of how he was in the past, so much so that he has trouble pacing himself on how he should act, feel, think. How he acts now may not be how he had acted in the past. Thoughts like these always leave him in a daze of confusion, and identity crisis. It is difficult to ascertain his past but he always tries to do so when he is able to, actively visiting sites of the scant memories he manages to recall.
If asked about beliefs, he tends to stay silent, allowing the other individual ramble, while providing little to no speech from his end. He doesn't mind people believing in the sea god Manannan, while he himself doesn't really have any faith in said god. Mostly stemming from his childhood; the moment where he had forgotten his past, being forced to rely on himself to put food on the table. As such he chooses to believe in himself to get things done rather than others, and certainly not gods.
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【History】
Niavak suffers from retrograde amnesia, not remembering much of his past. The scant memories he can recall are hazy, and results in a throbbing headache when he tries to remember. Most of what he can remember was a man, who donned a similar cloak with the same crest as Niavak. Moments of almost spartan-like training comes and go. The final, strongest memory is him on a wooden ship, fighting against a raging storm; he remembers the familiar figure shouting at him, before endless black. Oddly enough, he remembers being disgraced for a 'sin', but he has trouble trying to place his memory. Whenever the opportunity presents itself, he travels to places he 'feels' he is familiar with, as an effort to try and remember his past.
Growing up after finding no one but his lonesome was difficult to say the least. The only thing being left to his name was a cloak, and a beautiful sword that shimmered a mesmerizing blue. Being of unknown origins, many villages, in best cases treated with him utter disregard or contempt leaving him to do his business, at worst cases he was chased out due to superstition. Though at the time he failed to remember anything about the past, his body remembered his training. This was made evident when an individual attacked him whilst on the road, screaming at Niavak to lay down his weapon, and he may leave with his life.
He was initially fearful until his body moved away from an obvious, too large swing. The bandit's eyebrows lifted, and he kept swinging madly only for Niavak to deftly weave out of the way right before the hits could land. He was blessed that day as the bandit proved he had little to no training with the way of the sword. Niavak's body slowly began to recall his training. Wielding the sword was like attaining a limb he once lost. At the end, having suffered minor cuts, and bruises, he stood victorious over the bandit. He was unconscious, his body sliced up. The man still breathed raggedly, for better or for worse. Niavak looted what little the man had on his person, including his crude, clearly neglected blade and went on his way.
In present day, he acts as a sellsword or mercenary, taking on different odd-jobs strewn about the great continent of Aridia. He could be an escort, guarding important figures as they traversed through the lands. He was once a trainer for a short amount of time, trying to teach his swordsmanship. In other times, he is chosen to slay monsters as a pseudo-replacement if Witchers were not currently present.
For unbeknownst reasons, something from within pulls at him to complete his unfinished swordsmanship. He has little idea why this was so. His main drive is travelling the land in search of great swordsmen and swordswomen. To study under their tutelage if possible, or duel them to ascertain their styles, and possibly implement them in his own. After a decade of wandering, trying to appease his insatiable desire to 'complete' his swordsmanship has earned him name or moniker as the 'pale swordsman' amongst the great practitioners, often being the subject of curious talks when said great practitioners gather.
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【Skills and Abilities】
Adept Swordsman - Niavak's skill with the blade is what the untrained eye might call 'graceful', to the trained eyes who have witnessed this, most have usually commented on it's finesse, noting that it has little to no wasted movement. His own personal style of swordsmanship has been incremented by various styles of the sword during his travel. He has hit a wall, being unable to transition to mastery, however feeling very close to surpassing the shell of mastery. He also enters the odd tournament to test his prowess at times.
The fastest tend to live - His swordsmanship is focused on parrying, or moving out of harms way in time to deliver a devastating counter attack in the small window when they recover. His eyes are trained to notice the 'follow-through', or otherwise the wind up and wind down of each attack. In turn he makes his attacks fast, and limiting them have a smaller wind down. However this type of attacking tends to take time as he is required to observe his opponent to familiarize himself with their way of attacking, and defending.
Apprentice 'Hunter' - Due to him needing to take odd jobs for his well-being, he eventually began taking jobs that Witchers would normally take. He has basic, and rudimentary understanding of hunting creatures that go bump in the night. Not quite on the same level as a Witcher, of course, but with time he can get there himself.
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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Niavak dons a basic armorset, a breastplate, shoulder-guards, and leather gauntlets. Underneath is a red tunic laced with chainmail. His only other apparel is his black cloak, always draped over his shoulders. The armor is light, allowing him to be more nimble and faster than normal.
He carries two swords on his back, one that he always had on him; 'Shatter', a steel longsword that shimmers blue under the night light. Recently he had acquired a silver sword, naming it 'Tremor', specifically purchased to deal with creatures request that pop up frequently.
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【Other】
Dialogue colour: Dark-ish turquoise?
Has a decent singing voice, and can play the lute with some level of proficiency.
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NIAVAK DELTHRANE
Standing at about average height, he boasts a build befitting that of a speedy swordsman. His muscular tone leans towards use of agility, rather than strength. His dirt snowy hair is lazily slicked upwards, falling downwards in random, and erratic positions. His hands are calloused, the sign of a man whom takes his training seriously. He almost always drapes his black, graying cloak, around himself fastened by an unknown, shimmering crest.
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【Alias】
Pale Swordsman.
【Race】
Human.
【Gender】
Male.
【Age】
24.
【Sexuality】
Demisexual.
【Birth Place】
Unknown; Forgotten.
【Nation/Allegiance】
Neutral.
【Profession】
Sellsword/Mercenary.
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【Personality】
For a sellsword, Niavak is a cordial individual, perhaps much too much for his own good. He treats anyone he speaks with respect, only taking that away if that person had proven they did not deserve it. He has a certain charisma to his speech, easily promoting acquaintances to a sort of odd friendship at times. Though he is friendly, he will not take real threats targeted towards him sitting down, and almost always readies to defend or fight for himself.
At rarer times, melancholy can be evidently present across his features. Always trying to remember his hazy, unknown past when he can, only to be met by the physical, and mental pain it wroughts whenever he does so. He always wonders what his purpose will be after managing to complete his swordsmanship, he has little idea of how he was in the past, so much so that he has trouble pacing himself on how he should act, feel, think. How he acts now may not be how he had acted in the past. Thoughts like these always leave him in a daze of confusion, and identity crisis. It is difficult to ascertain his past but he always tries to do so when he is able to, actively visiting sites of the scant memories he manages to recall.
If asked about beliefs, he tends to stay silent, allowing the other individual ramble, while providing little to no speech from his end. He doesn't mind people believing in the sea god Manannan, while he himself doesn't really have any faith in said god. Mostly stemming from his childhood; the moment where he had forgotten his past, being forced to rely on himself to put food on the table. As such he chooses to believe in himself to get things done rather than others, and certainly not gods.
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【History】
Niavak suffers from retrograde amnesia, not remembering much of his past. The scant memories he can recall are hazy, and results in a throbbing headache when he tries to remember. Most of what he can remember was a man, who donned a similar cloak with the same crest as Niavak. Moments of almost spartan-like training comes and go. The final, strongest memory is him on a wooden ship, fighting against a raging storm; he remembers the familiar figure shouting at him, before endless black. Oddly enough, he remembers being disgraced for a 'sin', but he has trouble trying to place his memory. Whenever the opportunity presents itself, he travels to places he 'feels' he is familiar with, as an effort to try and remember his past.
Growing up after finding no one but his lonesome was difficult to say the least. The only thing being left to his name was a cloak, and a beautiful sword that shimmered a mesmerizing blue. Being of unknown origins, many villages, in best cases treated with him utter disregard or contempt leaving him to do his business, at worst cases he was chased out due to superstition. Though at the time he failed to remember anything about the past, his body remembered his training. This was made evident when an individual attacked him whilst on the road, screaming at Niavak to lay down his weapon, and he may leave with his life.
He was initially fearful until his body moved away from an obvious, too large swing. The bandit's eyebrows lifted, and he kept swinging madly only for Niavak to deftly weave out of the way right before the hits could land. He was blessed that day as the bandit proved he had little to no training with the way of the sword. Niavak's body slowly began to recall his training. Wielding the sword was like attaining a limb he once lost. At the end, having suffered minor cuts, and bruises, he stood victorious over the bandit. He was unconscious, his body sliced up. The man still breathed raggedly, for better or for worse. Niavak looted what little the man had on his person, including his crude, clearly neglected blade and went on his way.
In present day, he acts as a sellsword or mercenary, taking on different odd-jobs strewn about the great continent of Aridia. He could be an escort, guarding important figures as they traversed through the lands. He was once a trainer for a short amount of time, trying to teach his swordsmanship. In other times, he is chosen to slay monsters as a pseudo-replacement if Witchers were not currently present.
For unbeknownst reasons, something from within pulls at him to complete his unfinished swordsmanship. He has little idea why this was so. His main drive is travelling the land in search of great swordsmen and swordswomen. To study under their tutelage if possible, or duel them to ascertain their styles, and possibly implement them in his own. After a decade of wandering, trying to appease his insatiable desire to 'complete' his swordsmanship has earned him name or moniker as the 'pale swordsman' amongst the great practitioners, often being the subject of curious talks when said great practitioners gather.
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【Skills and Abilities】
Adept Swordsman - Niavak's skill with the blade is what the untrained eye might call 'graceful', to the trained eyes who have witnessed this, most have usually commented on it's finesse, noting that it has little to no wasted movement. His own personal style of swordsmanship has been incremented by various styles of the sword during his travel. He has hit a wall, being unable to transition to mastery, however feeling very close to surpassing the shell of mastery. He also enters the odd tournament to test his prowess at times.
The fastest tend to live - His swordsmanship is focused on parrying, or moving out of harms way in time to deliver a devastating counter attack in the small window when they recover. His eyes are trained to notice the 'follow-through', or otherwise the wind up and wind down of each attack. In turn he makes his attacks fast, and limiting them have a smaller wind down. However this type of attacking tends to take time as he is required to observe his opponent to familiarize himself with their way of attacking, and defending.
Apprentice 'Hunter' - Due to him needing to take odd jobs for his well-being, he eventually began taking jobs that Witchers would normally take. He has basic, and rudimentary understanding of hunting creatures that go bump in the night. Not quite on the same level as a Witcher, of course, but with time he can get there himself.
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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Niavak dons a basic armorset, a breastplate, shoulder-guards, and leather gauntlets. Underneath is a red tunic laced with chainmail. His only other apparel is his black cloak, always draped over his shoulders. The armor is light, allowing him to be more nimble and faster than normal.
He carries two swords on his back, one that he always had on him; 'Shatter', a steel longsword that shimmers blue under the night light. Recently he had acquired a silver sword, naming it 'Tremor', specifically purchased to deal with creatures request that pop up frequently.
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【Other】
Dialogue colour: Dark-ish turquoise?
Has a decent singing voice, and can play the lute with some level of proficiency.
RP
