Post by Quietly on Mar 25, 2009 0:02:26 GMT -5
Character's Name:
Vicart Fighel Severus.
STATS (5 [highest] to 1 [lowest]):
STRENGTH: 5
AGILITY: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 2
CHARISMA: 1
ENDURANCE: 4
Nickname(s):
Known by arena-goers as "Vicart the Rampart" or "Stonewall Severus;" otherwise, simply Vic.
Pronunciation:
Vee'car Sever-us.
Age:
28.
Height:
7'2".
Weight:
288 lbs.
Allignment:
Chaotic Neutral (knows loyalty and servitude, but in the end, he is his own master).
Job/Position:
Royal Knight by birth, duelist/arena combatant by choice; also serves as a sell-sword on occasions. Currently, he is a Knight Officer in the Benicoeur District Order.
Distinguishing Features:
Countless scars; unique armoring (shieldplates).
Carries:
Unusual "shieldplate" armoring strapped to upper arms, with name etched into either (extending from below his fingertips and as tall as his head, protecting the neck); 34" iron oxide (black) scimitar, with 24" blade; 16" seax; a shantu piercing spike sharpened and tapered to a pinpoint at it's tip, designed to pierce armoring and snap off in place; reinforced steel breastplate, backplate and greaves; cleated boots.
Race:
Timberwolf.
Brief History:
Born of royals, Vicart was raised within the confines of a royal castle and lived out a generally easygoing childhood. He took a very early interest in knights and militiamen, something the family line Severus is known for, and began training as a squire as early as the age of thirteen. For four more years, he continuined daily training and was oddly fascinated with combat, though in such a peaceful community, saw no conflict. After reaching Royal Knight status, Vicart decided the life was not for him, to his father's disappointment.
Using his acquired skills from the royals, Vicart decided to get some use from his training, and entered a fighting competition. Only seventeen years old, Vicart defeated many to reach the top, and was pronounced a local champion. The roaring of the crowd, the excitement, the combat, the rush.. Vicart immediately fell in love with the ways of combat sport. It was such a change from life within his family castle; nothing would be handed to him on a silver platter, and propriety was nonexistant in the ring. A very welcome, enlightening change. It was very unusual to see a scholar in the ring; especially a royal.
A year later, after several more tournaments, Vicart was now frequenting arena combat, where he built a name for himself during one on one duels and challenges. After defeating all who stood up against him, and even suffering a few losses (a satisfying rush in itself), only to return to beat the furres, Vicart had earned an incredible name for himself and was quite famous -- he would be called "Vicart the Rampart" or "Stonewall Severus" for his unique armoring and the way he did battle. He soon denounced his life as a royal within the castle, giving up everything, and decided to live his life of his own accord.
Vicart now wanders the land, seeking both duels, tournaments and furres he believes may be better fighters than himself to test his skills - refined after so many years of fighting so many furres, now a professional duelist. With such a reputation, Vicart has been offered many jobs as a mercenary, caravan guard, bodyguard, and even an assassin, and while he accepts some, his heart belongs to combat sport.
Anything else we should know?
While he may be tactless and vile outside of the ring, he still maintains a sturdy stance on honor and dignity when it comes to bloodsport and any type of battle. He's been hit with just about every kind of weapon one could think of, and therefore has developed quite a 'thick hide' when it comes to injury -- very unlikely to be stunned, or slowed, by any sort of injury less than a mortal one.
Pros:
-Giant- frame; incredible strength; knowledge of a vast variety of weaponry; near immunity to pain from a life of lugging armor around and fighting for a living.
Cons:
ENTIRELY mudane (can never use magic of any sort, and it's effects are dulled on him; also entirely resistant to healing magic of any sort); often very cocky and brash in combat (and out).
