Name:Sezerix 'Sez' Valhalus
Sex: Male
Age: 30
Occupation: Ex-Slayer / Rider (Wanderer) / Pirate (Portrayed as one by many sailors)
Status & Rank: Peasant (One fifth Elven due to his mother)
Roots & Origin: Sezerix was born into a family who's blood ran in the arts of smithing. They were not a rich family, not by any means, but they were not poor either. Sezerix was the son of a Blacksmith that went by the name of Ishidar Valhalus. He made anything from tools to weapons to armor to horseshoes. Anything you could make from metal, Ishidar could accomplish. It was the family business after all.
Sezerix's mother, on the other hand, was a very refined woman. Her name was Aeryl. She was actually a noble at birth, but after she married Ishidar, her family did not calim her their own any longer, and she became a regular peasant, like Ishidar was. Yet, Aeryl didn't seem to mind. She loved Ishidar, and they always seemed to be a happy couple. Still, some of Aeryl's noble heritage seeped through when Sezerix was born. She home schooled Sezerix, teaching him about anything and everything. Aeryl had graduated from a noble school, which made it much better for Sezerix to be home schooled by her, because she was so well educated. And it worked, for Sezerix grew up to be a smart child, unlike most in his town.
Sezerix never had any siblings. Most of his time was spent helping his father or learning. Because of the physically strainful job of being a smith, Sezerix had started to develope muscles at an early age, and had helped out around the town wherever he could. He became known throughout the town for his helpful attitude. But soon enough, this life would come to an end.
Three days after Sezerix's thirteenth birthday, Sezerix was not found in his room. Ishidar and Aeryl looked for him everywhere, and even called upon the help of their fellow villagers to try to find him, but to no avail. Sezerix was gone, but noone knew where he had gone...or who took him.
Appearance: --->
Sezerix Valhalus<---
Sezerix looks much different than he used to. When he was still a Slayer, he was much more formal, wearing only black and silver loose clothing, fully covering his body. But now, Sezerix has totally changed his outfit, and has obtained a few scars here and there.
Sezerix still does look somewhat like a Slayer, even after his exile. He retains a lot of the cautious and wary look, often a characteristic predominant in Slayers. Still, he is still considered quite attractive, usually appealing to those who prefer the refined, slim, and graceful look rather than a rugged one. He has a lean shape, his jaw line visible, pointing out the mere tone of his body. He has hazel eyes, which are a mesmerizing site, but could be dangerous as well. He has long, light blonde hair that is naturally straight and flows down to his collar, contributing to his graceful and somewhat mysterious look. His hair covers much of his right eye and splits around his ear, leaving them visible.
Sezerix has slightly tanned skin, from the countless days out by himself in the open land without any protection from the sun. Yet again, this contributes to his soft yet stern look. Sezerix's body is very well toned and quite muscular, kept trim and healthy, despite his thin frame. He makes a point of taking care of his body, though most of the muscles happened naturally through the vigorous training he had to go through during his years as a true Slayer, and the many days he had to survive alone in the wilderness.
Sezerix dresses oddly, though very fashionably. He wears a tight white shirt covered by an extremely tight gray jacket-like garment, showing his muscled upper body. This is what usually signifies to others that Sezerix is not just a slim and frail figure. On his chest is a large, black tattoo, which is more of a personal crest than anything. His left arm is covered with a black plated armor that spikes outwards, forming a defensive armor as well as a lethal close-quarters offensive instrument. This armor was actually given to Sezerix as a gift. Its metal is so strong that Sezerix can easily use it as a shield. It can withstand almost any physical attacks if blocked correctly. The longest black spike protruding from that armor is actually the blade of Sezerix’s sword, which Sezerix keeps locked in this armor until he needs it, in which case he can simply unsheathe it from the bottom of the armor. Sezerix's right hand is not armored, but his wrist and forearm are wrapped in a light metal frame which connects to the tight jacket. This is the arm that Sezerix uses to fight with his sword.
Sezerix wears a pair of loose, long, gray pants that are stitched at the ends. The pants flare out at the bottom where they meet his boots.. At Sezerix's waist is a white belt that is hidden underneath the jacket that goes past his waist. Sezerix wears a pair of gray boots that have small spikes flaring outward from the sides of the boots parallel to the ground just in case his feet are ever needed to attack. The boots are light and flexible, though durable, which provide him with extra comfort for traveling and fighting.
Over the years, Sezerix has picked up a nice share of scars that appear on various parts of his body, though are usually covered by his clothing. They are in all shapes and sizes, which show his years living in the wilderness. The worst of the scars in on that runs along his back from the bottom of his shoulder blade all the way down his side right to his hip.
Strengths: Magic - Though it may not seem like it, Sezerix's most powerful trait is magic. He spent many, many years under the tutilage of Master Zruti, the old Ablest himself. After his exile, he trained on his own. Now, his power equals that of the new Ablest Penril himself in the arcane arts. He is considered Strong in magic, and can use it without fear of death, for he knows all the limits of his abilities.
Speed - Even though his primary weapon is magic, Sezerix is quite quick and agile, possessing exceptional reflexes. His speed was honed during his time in the wilderness, often spending most of his days on his legs, building the muscles upon his legs quickly.
Riding and Sailing - Sezerix has a white stallion named Twile. This is Sezerix's main way of traveling, and is very skilled at Riding. He loves riding on plains or along beaches. Along with this, Sezerix also loves sailing, and loves the seas. Sezerix tricked a man into giving Sezerix his ship. Sezerix made some changes to it, and made it into a fast ship. The ship's name is The Silver Bastion, and has already become somewhat reknown to sailors everywhere, as a ship you do not want to be near.
Weaknesses: Regret - Many times he regrets having been exiled from the Slayer's Keep, and many times wishes he could get back to it; back to his old life. This can sometimes cause Sezerix to become very depressed or angry.
Inability to Injure Women - Taught by a noble Calendae woman, he has always been taught never to hurt a woman. This still haunts Sezerix today. He could easily kidnap or trap a woman, but he would never attempt to severely injure or kill her.
Temperament - Sezerix can be extremely hot-headed. When he doesn't like something, he will show it. He can be very dangerous when he is angry, for many times he loses control of himself and can go on savage rages and attack people without cause, or destroy things that he would probably have to pay for later.
Lightly Armored - Because Sezerix does not wear any thick armor on his body, it is more prone to getting pierced of cut with physical weapons. Of course, Sezerix still protects himself with his sword or left arm, but that doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t have any actual armor on.
Exile - Because Sezerix had been exiled from the Slayers, many Slayers do not trust him. Sure, he still has some Slayer aquaintences, but he is not extremely trusted by most Slayers. Some Slayers even try to kill him, though none have succeeded...yet.
Reputation - Sezerix has reputations at many places. Some seafarers consider him a Pirate, and is considered a danger to all sailors and ships. Many people have heard of his name, and make assumptions just off that. Usually this lands Sezerix in a bad spot.
Magic: Sezerix is very powerful in the arcane arts. His magical strength rivals that of the Ablest himself. He learned much from his mentor, Ablest Zruti. Still, Sezerix does not abuse this power, though he uses it freely.
Personality: Sezerix has a very complex personality, to say the least. He was once the silent type, where he only spoke when the need rose, and he always seemed to talk in a wise manner, even when he was younger and just learning that he has the ability of wielding magic. But things have changed ever since he was exiled from the Slayer's Keep.
Sezerix is, most of the type, social and active, and likes to just have fun. That is, unless he is in deep thought. When Sezerix has an air of mysteriousness around him, you know that he is plotting something, or that he is thinking on something very important. Sezerix liked to laugh, and make people laugh. It is his way to get away from the harsh, real world. Sezerix has been known to just sit in any local tavern, grab a drink, and start doing the oddest things, or say something that would make everyone laugh. He seems to be good company, and not as bad as everyone makes him out to be.
Yet, when the time calls for it, Sezerix can get very serious. There is always time for jokes and fun, but business meant business. In regards to magic, Sezerix uses it when he wishes to, but not wastefully. He believes that magic is a sensitive thing, and since it draws upon the world around him, he could easily kill others for his own gain. Though he may seem the type to do that, he certainly is not. In fact, he likes to avoid causing fatalities, unless there is a dire need to.
Sezerix's personality changes with moods, and many call it odd. Some even go as far as to say that he has a split personality and that at one moment he could be very outgoing and funny, and the next moment, he will be very eerie and mysterious. Sezerix usually doesn't tell people things in a straight forward fashion, and does things as he goes along. Many times, people would think that he has no plan, but in fact, he has the whole thing drawn out in his mind.
When it comes to wealth, Sezerix has some value for it, but not much. He takes what he needs, and other than that, he leaves be. Of course, he likes to have some spare money with him at all times, in case the need to buy something ever arises, including buying himself out of problems.
One thing is for sure though; Sezerix is a laid back person, and doesn't like to rush things. He likes to enjoy life and take it by the day. You only live once.
History: Death is not something to fear. Life...now that is what we must fear.I remember Master Zruti always saying that. It was probably the single most confusing thing he had ever said during the whole time I trained with him. I never understood what it meant. I spent days trying to figure out what the hell the old man was trying to tell me. Perhaps there was a hidden message? Perhaps it meant I had to do something? After a few days I forgot about it. There were other things I had to do. Perhaps the answer would come in time.
I remember my younger days quite well, for I still have frequent dreams of my childhood. My father was a Blacksmith, and my mother...well, she was a teacher of sorts. She home schooled me, seeing that she was probably more educated than that whole school that everyone around me went to. I remember having to help my father. He wanted me to become a Blacksmith too, and to carry on the family's business. Truly, I never worried about it. I never even thought about choosing another occupation. I always knew that I was to be a Blacksmith...well, I thought.
Things went on for a while. I had a good time. I was just regular, enjoying my times and a very young boy, having fun with some friends. I remember how no kid would ever fight me. They knew that I would overpower them. It struck me as funny though. I thought I was some kind of monster in the beginning. I soon realized it was thanks to the family business. It didn't bother me much after that. Well, I lived on as a normal child until I was thirteen. A few days later, I remember falling asleep in my room, as I thought about what I was going to do the next day. My father let me have a day off that day, so I was happy. I was restless, so I tossed and turned until around midnight. My eyes began to close, when I suddenly heard some ruffling. I figured it would be the wind. Next thing I knew...I didn't know anything.
I woke up inside a room, though it looked nothing like mine. I remember feeling frightened. I didn't know where I was. The walls were made of stone, and my head was still aching. I looked around, and saw nothing but a night stand and a lit candle. There was a window, and it seemed to be morning. I had walked towards the door, only to find it unlocked. As I opened it, I remember seeing a man in a red robe. He smiled and greeted me, as he motioned for me to follow him. I followed him through a maze of hallways and corridors. Finally, we arrived at one very large single door, which was embroidered with gold and had an unfamiliar symbol on it. The door slowly opened noislessly, as the man in red led me in. Immeadiately, he bowed low. I looked up, and saw an older man, who wasn't extremely old, but old enough. He was dressed in fancy clothes. A silver robe with flared arms, which was embroidered with several gems and jewels. He bore an odd tattoo on his face, that seemed to curve off into many directions, but stayed on one side of his face. I remember this man speaking to me for a slight moment, then closing his eyes, as once again I immeadiately fell unconscious.
From then on, I remember training with Ablest Zruti. He told me of my ability, and that he would personally train me from then on. For many months, I trained hard with him. A single small mistake led to many harsh punishments. I hated it. At one point, I remember hating him, but I never badmouthed the old man. I knew my place. I rarely had any free time. When I did, I would usually go out and enjoy myself with my friends. I had many friends, though they all had to be other apprentices, for that's all we found in the Slayer's Keep. There were two that I particularly cared for, and they were a girl named Merise, and a boy named Penril. Merise was 6 years older than me, and Penril was 4 years older than me. I was the youngest, though noone ever took that into account. We spent the few hours we had together. Sometimes this other boy named Deryn would be there, though I wasn't fond of him.
Only later did I realize that Penril was also training under Albest Zruti. I thought I was the only one. I only wondered why he never let us train together. But I couldn't let that bother me. As the years went on, I drifted away from Merise and Penril. I didn't have any free time. I spent all my time learning and training, and that was my life. Soon, Merise had to go on her journey to prove herself as a full-fledged Slayer.
I remember Penril being torn up about Merise not returning. It saddened me too. She was a good friend. I heard that Deryn also had not returned. That also impacted Penril, though it didn't affect me that much. Soon, it would be Penril's turn to go. I truly hoped that he would make it.
Master Zruti was extremely happy that day, I remember. He gave me a day off. A whole day back then was worth a lot. It rarely, if ever, happened. Master Zruti told me that Penril had returned. I was happy too, of course. He was the only friend of mine that survived.
Finally, it was my turn. I left with nothing, and was to return with the head of a dragon. It was my time to cross the Barrier.
It took me 4 months. But it didn't matter. I made it. That was all that mattered to me then. I remember coming back, seeing Master Zruti. He was very happy for me, but not as happy as he was when Penril had succeeded. But it didn't matter. I was happy that now I could be considered a full-fledged Slayer.
This is probably the worst of my memories. I remember that another, younger slayer challenged me to a spar. He didn't think that I deserved to be a Slayer. I never knew what he had against me, but I took him up on the offer. Thanks to my stupidity, I ended up robbing the young man of an arm. I cast a spell too powerful for him to comprehend, being the apprentice he still was. His arm deteriorated, and I was charged for it. I was sent to a Albest Zruti. He was extremely upset. I remember the expression of disapproval on his face. He told me that he had to do what he had to do. With that, I was sent packing, never to return to the Slayer's Keep again.
So I left. I trained by myself from that point on. Years passed, and I became stronger. I had many troubles, for many people had heard of my exile, and didn't want me to be near them. I came between many battles, but I proved to be victorious.
I heard that old man Zruti died a while after I left, and Penril took over as Ablest. Didn't bother me at all. I'd continue my life how it was. I enjoyed it actually. I found myself a ship, got myself a Marlan horse, and did whatever I pleased. Still, there was a feeling of emptiness. I finally figured out what Master Zruti had meant.
People ask me if I fear death. I say no. People ask me if I fear anything. I say that there is one thing. People ask me what I fear. I say...life.