Post by Varon on Aug 22, 2010 14:31:19 GMT -5
I was born a beast. I freed myself from my mothers belly with sharp talons, leaving ragged flesh and scarlet fluid in my wake. With jagged canines I gnawed on her teat, gorging myself on the sweet milk that flowed from her breast. I am a horrendous monster.”
The Temple Knight
[/font][/center]NAME[/font]
Varon Darius
RACE
Elvaan
GENDER[/font]
Male
TITLE[/font]
The False Light
AGE[/font]
26
HOME WORLD[/font]
Vana'diel[/blockquote]
PERSONAL
[/font][/center]PERSONAL APPEARANCE[/font]
A mountain of locks sit messily atop the man’s crown spilling over his forehead in a wave of curls. Ivory in color, with a tuft of hair jutting out of the backend of his skull, it greatly compliments Varon’s fair skin. Eyes of a cyan hue sit beneath the mass of sunny locks, that sometimes obscures his vision to the point of annoyance. Always lively, they seem to radiate with an unnaturally cheery hue, rarely revealing the inner disgust and hatred lurking within them. Surrounded by thin eyelashes, there isn’t much else to the colorful orbs save for an overall cockiness they seem to radiate. Mostly thanks to the Temple Knight’s perpetually smirking grin, born from the efforts of thin lips sitting sideways. The yellow haired lad’s face is thin, revealing a strong jaw line that leads to a narrow chin. On either side of Varon’s countenance, hangs twin earrings, one dangling from the base of his ear, whilst the other puncture two holes in the bone above.
Standing at an impressive six-foot one, Varon would be an intimidating guy if not for his slender build and usually gentle look. Limbs, peppered lightly with muscle hang from either side of the man’s torso. His chest is muscular, with his abs and muscle well-defined showing signs of his intense training as a Temple Knight. Likewise, his legs are slender yet muscled and toned.
PERSONALITY[/font]
Behind a thin veneer of glistening white teeth and beguiling eyes lurks a twisted monster, suffocating beneath its own façade. With every act of false benevolence Varon cringes, only truly relishing in his rage through battle, or when the people‘s backs are turned. Nevertheless, he soldiers on, the youth’s resolve fueled by the knowledge that through these acts Varon can easily obtain whatever he desires. Be they male or female, few can resist his charms and clever wordplay, often giving in to his wishes with great fervor. Rarely will mankind look upon the man’s eyes emblazoned with hatred. An even rare sight are the wanton cruelty in his actions personified by the barring of inhumanly long canines and a dark smile. Nor will they hear the arrogance that hangs heavy in his voice whenever he gloats.
A venomous tongue and a cruel wit sit quiet, wait for Varon to relinquish his noble façade and unleash them. And whenever so inspired, be it by humor, frustration, or, simple meanness. The two emerge with unrelenting fury, spewing bile at whomever so happens to anger Varon. Mockery is their weapon of choice, typically mixed in a cocktail of flattery or spiteful jabs. To no surprise this sudden eruption of cruelty from the normally placid Varon throws most off guard. Whenever questioned about this hostile behavior he simply explains it away as a joke and brushes off concern with hollow apologies.
The monster that Varon does not show others is an overwhelming fetish for inflicting humiliation and pain. A sadist to the face of his enemies and those in his deep confidence, the temple knight thrives on the anguish of others to the point of frenzy. Be they friend or foe he will not hesitate to make them scream for his pleasure. Another delight he takes is tainting the innocent. To strip something gentle of its naivety is his idea of foreplay.
ITEMS[/font]
(I couldn’t think of an item. Can I add one later?)
HISTORY[/font]
Believing their child should uphold the principals they both held dear, Varon was raised upon the teat of virtue. Born in the Kingdom of San d'Oria to a Grand Temple Knight named Cyranuce and a White Mage named Lutia. Much of his childhood consisted of helping his mother with her duties as a healer and working as his father’s apprentice. Despite how kind and energetic he acted, Varon despised every minute of it. He hated being forced into helping others when he could be having fun with his friend, instead he was forced to help his mother and do the menial chores that came with serving his father. Only when he was allowed to handle his father’s weapon could he enjoy himself. The feel of a blade brought with it a sensation of great power that he’d never felt and the lad never wanted it to cease. But even as a boy he was clever and knew that one day soon, he would be able to have that power for himself. For the time being, he would just have to stomach the boredom that came with his existence.
When he came of age, Varon was made a Temple Squire, where he would train and eventually serve as a Knight. Thanks to the apprenticeship with his father, Varon excelled at his role, easily outperforming them in spars and other knightly duties. Through this show of superior skill and strength he garnered the respect and fear of his peers. His superiors and parents were also impressed with the lad, although; being the son of a Grand Temple Knight, they already had high expectations. And Varon always succeeded in meeting them, earning himself even more notoriety amongst his superiors and peers alike. He even managed to outpace his father’s development when he was a squire. No matter how much he may have said and acted otherwise, a part of him still loathed what he saw as enslavement to the church by his parents.
At the age of twenty-five, Varon was promoted to the rank of a Temple Knight. Once again, he would carry a heavy burden as the son of influential parents within the church. During his time in this role it was made painfully clear by his parents that he was to never dishonor them, or their family name. Whether it was the added pressure of serving the church and his parents, or a slowly building disdain within him, Varon began to display a cruel streak. During training sessions he used excessive force when it wasn’t required, and regularly punished the Temple Squires beneath him for the smallest thing. In spite of these transgressions he managed to maintain a respectable reputation worthy of praise and met with his parents approval.
One day while Varon was performing his duties, the world around him began to change. Unbeknownst to the knight, the realms had intertwined and became one, transporting him to the south of this newly formed world. Despite being in another world that was not his own, however; he was unafraid. In fact he was intrigued as this meant he was now free of the constraints imposed upon him by his former life.
ARBITERS
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n/a
FOCUS[/font]
N/A.
MARK[/font]
n/a.[/blockquote]
BATTLE
[/font][/center]WEAPONRY[/font]
Salvation’s Key
Darius’s weapon of choice, SK is a lengthy broadsword with a narrow point ending in three jagged edges. Intricate patterns makeup the body of the blade leading to a slender piece of metal covered in jagged edges hovering over the hilt,. Originally, belonging to his father, it was passed on to Varon when he completed his training as a Temple Knight. While SK may not look too out of the ordinary, the weapon posses an inner power. Whenever it strikes the surface of an area, SK imbues the ground with holy energy causing moderate damage within a ten foot radius.(4 post cooldown)
STOCKED ABILITIES[/font]
White Magick
Passive Abilities
Divine Spirit - All white magic spells heal by one more level than usual
Active Abilities
Regen – A weak spell that heals a single target for a small amount over time. This ability lasts 5 posts. - 3 post cooldown
Physical Techniques
Active Abilities
Holy Strike - Inflicts Moderate Holy damage to a single adversary. - 2 post cooldown
BREAKING LIMIT[/font]
Judgement Blade
The strongest weapon in Varon’s arsenal, Judgment Blade is the culmination of The Temple Knight’s power. By summoning forth the holy energy from within him, Varon can channel this divine force through his sword. Once imbued with holy energy, he is capable of launching projectiles of pure light energy. The projectiles are typically cast in the form of his own blade, and upon contact with a surface will explode in a small radius, causing severe holy damage to whomever is caught within the blast. The radius of the blast is limited to an area of twenty-two feet and has a five posts cool down. Afterward his body is drained and his movements are slowed greatly encumbering his ability to attack for two post.
Face Claim
[/font] Kameal Male- Lineage 2 [/blockquote]
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