Venquariath Am'shoul tez Lir-KrunezGender:
None, apart from the human ability to adapt and learnAppearance: Tattoos, piercings, other markings:
Bright glowing blue eyes (see Appearance pictures)Class:
Noble HunterClass Description:
While most Rangers are hunting to gather food, or protect others from savage creatures, a Noble Hunter stalks his prey for the joy of the kill.Position:
Playful, cheeky and always up to a dare, while able to focus on more important things. For example, he will surely attend a party, getting stinking drunk when he knows there's nothing important up the next day. IF there is something important tho, he will courteously say goodbye and get a good sleep. He has some troubles making friends, due to his experience that many want to befriend him for his status and heritage, but those who can make friends with him will have a loyal and honest friend, who will cover them, lie for them, and pick up a fight for them.History/Background Info:
As the fifth son of his father, Venquariath had no part in the plays of the court. He was just the youngest of his brother, and so almost free to do what ever he liked and wanted to do, and so he did. He was attending official events, but also the festivities of the commoners and servants.. Growing up between the intrigues and schemes of the nobles, as well as the simple and common desires of the servants, he gained a rather lax attitude regarding the mishaps of the nobles and commoners. There was only one thing that could draw his attention away from everything else: the thrill of the hunt. He enjoyed tracking down his prey, learning much from an old huntsmen in his father's retinue. When he grew older, the simple hunt did not satisfy him anymore. Instead, he sought to stalk the wild creatures of the woods, and get a trophy of them, while not killing them. His greatest achievement so far was cutting off the ear of a dire bear while it was still sleeping without waking it up.
When he was not out in the woods, he practiced his martial skills. He became adept in using the new twin-barreled flintlock pistols which became popular amongst the nobles. However, he prefered to fight hands-on, and became an expert swordsman, with only the most famed duellists of his father's kingdom able to beat him. He also took part in other tournaments, but although he was regarded a promising newcomer, he did not achieve much else, apart from the craving to improve. What gave him the edge in some fights was his ability to use both the pistol and the blade at the same time during a fight, an ability many other disliked, as he, according to them, mocked both the marksmen and the swordsmen. Venquariath himself was quite happy with this.
As he grew up between the different worlds of the nobles and the commoners, he learned not to care about birthright and status. Instead, he learned more about people, their behaviour and their feeling. Needless to say, quite a few common girls were attracted to him, partially because of his charm, but also because of his name. After all, he was of noble blood. Venquariath did not mind either. As long as a woman had a "special something"... why not?
As the years went by, Venquariath not only became a friend of the people, but also an expert hunter. Tales were told that he could track down any living creature without been seen or heared, and he never denied that, although he never boasted about it either.
Truth to be told, he indeed had the power to track and hunt down his prey, given enough time. Once he was challenged to hunt down a crow that stole a ring of one of his sisters, and after he disappeared for three weeks, he returned with a dead crow, and his sister's ring.
At some point, he became more a liability to his family than anything else. One of his father's advisors suggested that he could be sent somewhere else, through a portal that only opened up every four years. Venquariath could learn there, and maybe finally find out what it would be like to be one of the nobles of the realm.
As the portal finally opened, his departure was rather inappropriate. A dozen or so women were there, crying because of him leaving. Men of the woods were there, wishing him well. One of his sisters was also there, telling him that he should be proud of himself. Another one of his sisters was also there, tossing a large backpack at him.
He caught the backpack, and stepped through the portal, not sure of what would be waiting for him...Ons:
Common girls, as long as they are good looking (according to his definition), the thrill of the hunt when it comes to the out-of-reach girls, quick affairs, but also he's looking for romanceLimits:
Never hurt a woman unless she wants it, nothing that would hurt him and/or his abilities permanently
Hope that's ok for you, if your need some clarification on some points, just say so, and I'll add it in.
EDIT: a bit more about personality, and clearing up some ability issues. Hope it's fine, or at least better now.