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(general style and other face claim pictures. Use Spoilers, please.)::General::
Six foot fiveWeight:
240 lbsHair Color:
Scars caress his musclebound frame like lover’s kisses, ranging from faint scratches traipsing along his back to extensive gashes across his torso. Items:
As the seasons change so too does Valtýr’s attire, reflecting upon the demands of the situation at hand. In the thick of action and while at service to the king, he is clad from head to toe in polished ebony steel, distinguishing his rank as champion. Valtýr’s weapon of choice and what some would say a part of his anatomy, is his thirty eight inch steel long sword. As a snake sheds it’s skin when off duty, Valtýr consists of a warrior’s garb.::Character::Personality:
A product of his environment Valtýr revels in whetting his blade with the gore of his enemies. However, unlike most of his kin he doesn't commit violence for the sake of violence, lacking the cruelty and sadism of mere brutes. Valtýr is utterly loyal to Dakeyras having lost his family, he finds a sense of purpose in protecting the tribe’s greatest hope for a better future. Although Valtýr is a warrior of great acumen it wasn't the future he wanted for his children. Like a carrion bird he can’t help but to pick open the scars of his soul, having committed the most heinous of sins, the murder of his wife and children. Rather than prostrating himself to the gods for absolution or confessing his trespass, Valtýr seals the memory away so it slowly rots away at him.
The tragedy serves as a catalyst for his fears of losing control and magic, as it was a conjuration most foul that tore his family away from him. While Valtýr craves to love and be loved, he portrays himself to be gelid like the frozen wastes that were once home, refusing to have his heart torn out again. His life as well as the kings life being on the line, he is perceptive enough to read most situations. Only a man, Valtýr tries to keep his passions in check from overwhelming him, but he can only resist for so long before succumbing to his lecherous whims.Biggest Fear:
Loss of control, magic and vulnerability.Talents/Flaws:
War. War never changes. As long as there was demand for unbridled slaughter, Valtýr would always have a calling in life. Violence is in his genealogy, it is his inheritance. Although he isn't an utter simpleton, the only skill he possesses other than swordplay is fucking and drinking.
Molded in the flames of battle, Valtýr’s physique is impressive for a human. However, as a result of his bulky muscles not only is he sluggish, he is also a victim of a limited range of motion, even outside of his armor. Compounding upon his two single greatest flaws is his tunnel vision, as a result of gazing through the thin silts of his helmet for most of his life.Mage:
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