- Joined
- Mar 19, 2025
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- Reaction score
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- Points
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Character Information:
Appearance Information:
Valeros stands a stoic figure in dark, heavy armor accented with muted blue highlights. His attire is one of a warrior, although the armor is worn down by age. His pale skin contrasts harshly with his jet-black hair. He has sharp ears, working well with his sharp features, and only has one intact blue eye — the other has been fully obstructed by the scar on the right side of his face.
Life Story / Plot Hooks:
He was a soldier.
Long before a limp obstructed his heavy stride and the burn itched at his face—before loud sounds made his heart race in his sleep—he had believed in the clarity of battle and worship. Steel, blood, and the Gods made sense. There was no ambiguity in war, only survival. 'Strength' meant standing tall, no matter the wounds and 'Faith' meant believing you would rise the next morning.
His old man and grandfather were mages, powerful ones. The kind who would pave the way, kinds that had the courage to guide their people when needed. The old man spoke rarely of the Cold March, but its shadow lingered in each moment of silence. The burden of the past wore heavy on the home. The old man has lived through too much, survived too much, and expected nothing less from the soldier. The soldier chose to guide just as his old man and grandfather once had.
And then he met her. The love of his life. A woman who broke his hard shell and softened him in ways he didn't think possible. She brought warmth into the cold house, making the silence feel safe.
When the love of his life brought forth his creation, everything changed. The creation looked just like his deepest love, he couldn't help but share that love with the creation. He watched as the love of his life whispered lullabies, in a tone he had never heard himself.
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Her death came suddenly—cruelly. A senseless accident. A wound he caused, a wound that he expected to heal. Afterward, the house grew colder. The soldier and the old man threw the woman's body away, pretending that they could move on. But, something snapped in both of them.
Grief turned the old man into a teacher, whilst it only decayed the leftovers of the soldier. The old man poured all he had into the soldier's creation. Making her curious—too curious. She became bright, willful, and stubborn. Akin to the grandfather.
The soldier wanted to protect his creation, he needed to protect his creation. But she kept asking questions—about the world, about magic, about loss. 'She' was taunting him, through his creation.
And so, when the old man grew too frail, the soldier stepped in. Took over his creations education. But he no longer knew kindness. The battlefield had taught obedience, not patience. Each lesson was a battle, and each punishment was a weapon. He attempted to convince himself that it was out of love, yet he knew it came from a place of hatred.
His creation never stopped trying. She still looked at the soldier with the same eyes 'she' did, the creation blamed herself for every strike, every cold silence. And he let her. Because deep down, it made him feel better.
When the old man lay dying, the creation made a wish—to leave, to see the world beyond her sheltered life. The old man agreed. The soldier didn't. He fought the decision, pleaded for another way, but it was already made. In the end, he relented—but not without terms of his own. Conditions, restrictions, rules—one last attempt to 'protect' her.
The soldier stood alone, wondering which of his scars the creation would carry with her into the world, and how long it would take to bring his creation back.
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CRP SHEET:
Combat Proficiencies and Abilities
Proficiency Points
Magic: 10
Arcane Point Buy
Ley Point Buy
Wisdom: 2
Adapt Point Buy
Charisma: 3
Speech Point Buy
- Full Name: Valeros (Val) Thalyraen
- Heritage / Culture: Isldar (Rexit) (Trueblood)
- Age: 232 (Appears in early 40s due to elven aging)
- Gender / Pronouns: he/him
- Religion: Aldurism
- Occult: Mage (Hollow Alignment)
- Character Occupation: ex-warrior
- Eye Color: Lavender Grey
- Skin Color: Pale
- Hair: Black
- Height: 6'6
- Body Type: Bulky-lean
- Additional Features: His right eye is slightly smaller than his left due to the huge burn scar on that side of his face.
- Hobbies and Talents: Calligraphy, Archery, Harp, Sparring, Poetry, Fishing,
- Mechanics: Isldar Heritage Mechanics
- Languages: Common, Sulvaley, Alt, Aga
Appearance Information:
Valeros stands a stoic figure in dark, heavy armor accented with muted blue highlights. His attire is one of a warrior, although the armor is worn down by age. His pale skin contrasts harshly with his jet-black hair. He has sharp ears, working well with his sharp features, and only has one intact blue eye — the other has been fully obstructed by the scar on the right side of his face.
Life Story / Plot Hooks:
He was a soldier.
Long before a limp obstructed his heavy stride and the burn itched at his face—before loud sounds made his heart race in his sleep—he had believed in the clarity of battle and worship. Steel, blood, and the Gods made sense. There was no ambiguity in war, only survival. 'Strength' meant standing tall, no matter the wounds and 'Faith' meant believing you would rise the next morning.
His old man and grandfather were mages, powerful ones. The kind who would pave the way, kinds that had the courage to guide their people when needed. The old man spoke rarely of the Cold March, but its shadow lingered in each moment of silence. The burden of the past wore heavy on the home. The old man has lived through too much, survived too much, and expected nothing less from the soldier. The soldier chose to guide just as his old man and grandfather once had.
And then he met her. The love of his life. A woman who broke his hard shell and softened him in ways he didn't think possible. She brought warmth into the cold house, making the silence feel safe.
When the love of his life brought forth his creation, everything changed. The creation looked just like his deepest love, he couldn't help but share that love with the creation. He watched as the love of his life whispered lullabies, in a tone he had never heard himself.
—————————
Her death came suddenly—cruelly. A senseless accident. A wound he caused, a wound that he expected to heal. Afterward, the house grew colder. The soldier and the old man threw the woman's body away, pretending that they could move on. But, something snapped in both of them.
Grief turned the old man into a teacher, whilst it only decayed the leftovers of the soldier. The old man poured all he had into the soldier's creation. Making her curious—too curious. She became bright, willful, and stubborn. Akin to the grandfather.
The soldier wanted to protect his creation, he needed to protect his creation. But she kept asking questions—about the world, about magic, about loss. 'She' was taunting him, through his creation.
And so, when the old man grew too frail, the soldier stepped in. Took over his creations education. But he no longer knew kindness. The battlefield had taught obedience, not patience. Each lesson was a battle, and each punishment was a weapon. He attempted to convince himself that it was out of love, yet he knew it came from a place of hatred.
His creation never stopped trying. She still looked at the soldier with the same eyes 'she' did, the creation blamed herself for every strike, every cold silence. And he let her. Because deep down, it made him feel better.
When the old man lay dying, the creation made a wish—to leave, to see the world beyond her sheltered life. The old man agreed. The soldier didn't. He fought the decision, pleaded for another way, but it was already made. In the end, he relented—but not without terms of his own. Conditions, restrictions, rules—one last attempt to 'protect' her.
The soldier stood alone, wondering which of his scars the creation would carry with her into the world, and how long it would take to bring his creation back.
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CRP SHEET:
Combat Proficiencies and Abilities
- Attack Stat: Magic (7) (Greater Mage)
- Defense Stat: Magic (5) (Greater Mage)
Proficiency Points
Magic: 10
Arcane Point Buy
- Arcane Blade
- Arcane Snare
- Arcane Aura
- Arcane Cleanse
- Arcane Barrier
- Arcane Shove
- Arcane Echostrike
- Arcane Apotheosis
Ley Point Buy
- Protocol Rewind
- Protocol Gateway
Wisdom: 2
Adapt Point Buy
- Mindcontrol Pack
- Oceanic Pack
Charisma: 3
Speech Point Buy
- Political Presence
- Fame Presence
- Fiscal Presence
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