Name: Vale Se'Drav
Sex: Male
Age: 30
Occuapation: Soldier of Fortune (Mercenary)
Status&Rank: Freelance
Roots and Origin: Born as the result of a breeding experiment (a series of many arranged marriages). Birthplace is located at the southern edge of Olenceia. His bloodline can be traced from the south (being his parents) region of Olencia to the Northern area near the Dragonlands. E.G. His parents are from Haven, grandparents from, etc...moving northward.
Appearence: For what he lacks in muscle he makes up with sinew. His wirey frame is completed by brown eyes and black hair. His garments usually include a beat up sakat, straight while cloak, beneath his cloak one can usually see his black shirt and pants. Both are made from heavy material designed to last for travel. about 6'0" even weighing in at about 200 lbs.
In his hand he carries a very peculiar sword. The blade is wavy and the hilt gaurd is large and unwieldy yet still somwhat elegant. Aside from his blade and clothing Vale carries nothing except for a few daggers beneath his cloak and a usually empty purse of gold.
Strengths: Physical prowess, quick thinking, distant relations in all parts of Olencia, Charisma
Weakness: Obsession for revenge, recklessness in battle (due to a bloodrage bred into him), bad social habits (such as keeping feet on a table or picking teeth while eating with nobles), disregard for authority (often gets in fights with town soldiers and nobles), no home, froogle (thrifty), self righteouse, essentially all the rudeness that accompanies a soldier.
Personality: A cool man with a rational head except when it comes to nobles and arrogent leaders. While Vale himself has utter beliefe in everything he does he looks down upon those who would have that some utter belief and praise themselves afterwards. He takes a strong disliking to any who would buy new clothing just for looks or if it was not needed. When in the prescence of nobles Vale acts as the Nobles would in the prescence of pesents or beggers, discusted and insolent. The best part of his personality would have to be his charisma. As a soldier of fortune he has had much sucess in rallying his fellow mercs in battle, not only them but the soldiers of armies as well. His charisma could almost be...magical...
That said Vale is a lonely man, rejecting all forms of love and relationships including relation with a diety. He despised people who fight in the name of a God on the name of justice or injustice. If one fights a war he should fight for himself, because in the end thats all it is for a soldier. Fighting to live. Vale's philosophies often make others feel rather shunned by him but in war truth rings true. Vale has no religion, no God, no freinds, no lovers. Only comrads and those are ephemral and evanescent.
History:
As cliche as it may sound Vale comes from a long line of mercenaries. The thought may occur that being a Soldier of Foture (SoF) is some sort of family business but this is where Vale's life becomes uncliche. Vale was born and immediatly shipped off, yes shipped like cargo from Haven to Ivria. As a babie he was cared for...well not necessarily cared for, but he was fed and clothed, kept warm, and taught to walk. When they arrived Vale was recieved by the society that had planned his birth 100 years ago. An unnamed, unwritten, unspoken of alliance of Mercinaries. A guild of sorts just...secret..There Vale was forced to memorize all of his sires, grandsires, etc...and their relations. This training forced Vale (who was rather blockheaded at the age of 10) to expand his memory and thus his intelligence was forcefully gained not naturally given. At the age of 15 Vale could recite all his living relatives by name. This would be particularlily usefull later on in his ventures.
Then began his physical training. All those days and nights spent indoors cramming his head full of names and towns and bloodlines Vale had become rather chubby. But this was all planned out by the SoF's. Within 2 years Vale was as fit as any other youth his age and a year after that he was as fit as any soldier, and a year after that he was in physical condition comparable to a royal gaurd. None of this of course was military training. It was all through sending him on tasks and whatnot. Vale would sometimes receive assignments to recieve tasks 10 miles away and he would have to arrive by dusk or be left in the wilderness. He would then arrive as the sun was begging to set only to find that his task was to lug some heavy object back to his original destination before sunrise.
Finally at the age of 18 Vale began his work as a soldier. He was taught hundreds of fighting styles and shown thousands of weapons and materials. Thus he became a warrior. Vale was bred to have connections in every city, he was forced to be know the people, he was whipped into shape, then he was given the choice to become a free man in all aspects. Vale flew down that road faster than anyone ever expected him to. His previouse life was dictated and now his dictators were giving him a chance to become free as a bird. Vale knew there was some catch but he didn't care.
On the other side of the door messages were being sent out to mercenaries all over Olencia, they were to help this new SoF out. The thing about Mercinaries is that they may be free and independant but they always help another merc. In a way the soldier from whatever noble isn't going to cover your back when you go do your own thing but the other mercs who you got this job for will be there.
Vale travelled from city to city fighting in variouse conflicts, doing the occasional assasination but everywhere he went he seemed to be able to find help from his fellow mercs. It helped that Vale usually had a blood tie to a local merc but who knows maybe it was his own charisma.
At the age of 25 Vale was already a seasoned mercinary with a cool head and his own little band of mercs. They travel from town to town looking for food, shelter, and war. A legend among mercinaries Vale has proven himself time and time again, when the tide of battle turns Vale isn't afriad to withdraw his mercinaries, while he may not value those who are soldiers to one man he values those who are soldiers to all men. While he may retreat he may also rally all soldiers to his side and turn the tides the other way. A story tells of Vale actually taking command of a nobles army in the midst of battle in order to perform a pincer on an overwhelming number of troops. By the sheer speed and shock of this attack he was able to emerge victoriouse but Vale still hung his head in defeat. While all the soldiers were dead so were all his mercenary freinds. This is where Vale's philosophy comes from. Similar to the philosophy of many other soldiers who have seen too much death. Alone is the best way to be.
1 Year ago:
Vale looked down over the battle field, to his right were the soldiers working for some Noble and surrouding Vale was a company of 100 Soldier of Fortune. The Noble's army was commanded by some relative of the noble himself. Rank due to relation and a bad relation at that. The man was so engorged that his warhorse could hardly hold him up. A full grown seasoned warhorse couldn't hold this man up. Well it's a good thing the man was also a coward and was "leading the charge from behind". The real leader of this army was a stout young man. Probably one a couple years younger than Vale. Aside from the fact that this man had never actually been in battle, he looked to be a competant leader.Likewise the army itself was new blood.. Vale and the "assistant general" (a made up rank to spare the fat man his dignaty) had spoken with Vale. Unlike many army commander he held Mercenaries in high regard...if they didn't turn sides in the midst of Battle. Vale promised his men were the best and the closest thing to be traitorouse they would do was retreat if they were sure to lose.
Across the vally lay the other nobles army. This army was lead by a vicious warlord with seasoned troops. The only thing Vale had going for his side was sheer numbers and his group of Mercs. Vale smirked as he saw the enemy General scowl in his direction. Vale, while lacking good morals, had enough common sense to not work for a tyrant like he. Vale had also been successful at getting all the mercs in the area to work with Vale and if not that, to not work at all.
The battle commenced with the young man leading his army in the charge. A mistake because his opponent was positioned at the top a slope. When the enemy charged down they would crush the front ranks, demoralizing an already nerviouse army. Vale felt a compassion for that lone figure in the front roaring as he charged downward. Vale motioned for his troops to get into position. As the enemy unit charged the mercinary unit charged out infront. Surprise always was a good thing...unless you were on the recieving end.
The battle ended in a slaughted with the enemies refusing to surrender. In the end the brave "assistant general" was killed as were most of the mercinaries. The fat general however had fallen off his horse while watching from a hill and injured himself. Discraceful. Vale had merely laughed at him. It was a litttle light in much darkness for the day. So many of the wars were like this...
End
hmm only thing I could see was that you need at least two paragraphs for your appearance. :)
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