Vian Ghul Silverblade
Player Name
Deamonbane
Name
Vian Ghul Silverblade a.k.a. The Lance Lord, The Ice Warrior, Elfbane
Age
9457
Race
High Elf
Gender
Male
Orientation
Heterosexual
O&O
Job
Capoeira Instructor
Appearance
Full image
Personality
History
When he was born in the Sylvan Kingdom of Aien Siede, the son of the Einar, Ghurvashal, it was said that this child would bring a storm that would rock the world to it's very core, but that he would not see it happen, merely it's effects. This foresight was only given to few births, and as such, a council was gathered to decide on a name for the child. After years of deliberations, they decided on Vian Ghul, the Coming Storm. It was the day that young Vian took his first steps at the age of seven. It was a day of rejoicing, as naming days tended to be.
The years seemed to flow by as the Einar Council closely watched the growth and progress of the young child. His hair was of a silver hue, not unlike his parents, and on his right hand, his strong hand, was the marking of his bloodline, a lily, pure and white, with a dragon erupting from its petals, with green scales and red eyes, yellow and black fire erupting from it's mouth. The boy showed an agility and speed of hand that usually came with warriors and Great Hunters. He showed no aptitude for the bow, but a blade in his hand seemed natural, flowing and graceful, like the flow of water in a river, but as quick as lightning. His skill impressed all of the Blademasters of Siede, but was a cause for concern among the Einar, who saw this as a beginning of this storm.
At his coming of age, 123 years after his Naming day, he was presented with a marvelous gift. A blade, it's metal so thin that it quivered with movement, but so strong that it could cut through steel, and a lance, made magically so that the haft could extend to the length of a full grown elfman, and retract to about two-thirds the size of the sword. Both the blade and the lance, haft and head, were made from quicksilver, a metal so rare that it did not exist naturally on this earth, but had come from a stone falling from the sky. Vian was bonded to the weapons magically, so that if he died, they would as well.
He was made into a Lancer of the Aien Seide, and quickly proved himself in engagement after engagement. His skill to lead men was nearly unparalleled, and many quipped that he was possessed of a quicksilver tongue as well as weapons. He was unmatched on the field of battle, having engaged in fifty battles spanning over 15 years and two wars, and the forces that he led were famed for being unbeaten and unrivaled. As for his own skill, he was famous, meeting twenty famed Battle Lords and Blade Masters in single combat. He was given the title of Silverblade for his accomplishments, and named the Lance Lord among his soldiers.
But again, the Einar looked upon his accomplishments with growing fear.
Vian had little time for prophecies, however. He was past his 200th year, and still unmarried, and his father thought that it would be a good idea for him to select a wife. There were many eligible Elfmaidens in Aien Siede, after all, and the Einar thought that it would slow the man down, make him more homebound, to care for his wife and, if the Gods willed it, children. But as many times with Prophecies, they can often be self-fulfilling. In their fear, the Einar drove the Lance Lord towards his destiny in the hopes to having him avoid it altogether.
As he traveled back home, away from his troops who were in the middle of a campaign, his escort was set upon by humans, dastardly creatures, primitive, still living in caves and hunting and fighting with wooden and stone tools. The attacking party was quickly and easily dispatched, with a handful captured to be sold as pets and workers in the city. Among those was a young female, with large, brown intelligent eyes. A few days after she had been captured, she grunted at Vian in heavily accented attempts at speaking the Siede tongue. She was asking for water to cleanse the wound of one of her party, who had been wounded, and was festering.
Intrigued by this occurrence, as Vian had always been led to believe that humans were barely sentient, hardly able to show any signs of civilization and intelligence, despite years of trying. He had been told that they were good for nothing but amusement and hard labor. This woman proved all of this wrong, oddly enough, and Vian found himself returning to her small cell, speaking to her and astonished at how quickly she learned his language just from hearing it spoken. He decided to keep her for himself, even when they arrived at his home, and he spoke with her often. Eventually, she spoke of her home. A famine had struck, see and most her people had died. Those that had survived were driven mad with hunger, which was why they had been crazy enough to attack the Sylvan convoy. The more she spoke of her home, the more that Vian felt the urge to help these people. They were clearly intelligent, as they had managed to find ways to avoid the elves, avoid capture, and had even begun a civilization of their own, with small cities and societies.
He deliberated for weeks, and finally came to his conclusion. In the dead of night, he released the woman and told her that he would take her back to her home, let her be free once more. It was a difficult journey, as the woman didn't know how to ride a horse, afraid to even come close to the beast, which meant that they had to walk. Vian guessed that he would be missed, but nobody would think enough of it to come after him. Finding their small town, Vian was driven by compassion to stay for a while, teaching the incredibly intelligent humans to make better tools from stronger metals, how to find plants that could cure diseases. He found something interesting from them as well, as they had learned to prepare soil and land to grow their own sustenance. It was a new concept for Vian, as elves always took their sustenance from what grew naturally in the forests. With Vian's help they were able to surpass the drought, build wells which could pull water from deep under the earth, and grow more crops. Vian was so entranced by this people that he barely noted the passing of three years. He married the woman who had brought him here, and they loved each other.
But this was not to last, as he later realized. His father was worried for him, and when spies saw Vian among humans, they thought that he was being held captive to serve them. A force was sent to reclaim the Lance Lord, but were shocked when the Silver-haired elf refused to return, and even threatened those that dared harm any of the humans with death at his hand. Shocked, the troop returned to the Einar to report what they had seen. Understanding the full potential disaster that this could turn out to be, another troop was sent, larger this time, with orders to bring Vian back, in chains in they needed them, and to destroy the human settlement.
Vian, being no fool, saw that this was a possibility, and taught the humans in an art that he had been avoiding ever since he arrived to live with them: The Art of War. He trained them to fight, but they proved desperately inadequate at it. They were strong, physically so more than an elf, but slow, clumsy, and hard to keep together to fight as a unit. But he tried, and when the Sylvan troop arrived with orders to take him alive and destroy everyone else, not even keeping any to be sold, he led his small militia of humans against the Elves. And they won, but taking heavy casualties and only because Vian was leading them. But the news of a human group winning against elves spread far and wide, and within weeks the humans arrived in their thousands, seeing hope in the victory of the small skirmish, and begged Vian to train them as well. Seeing no other way out, as this insurrection would not go unpunished, the Lance Lord accepted.
What followed was a bloody war. Humans, surprisingly, outnumbered the Elves in their thousands, and united they were a force to be reckoned with, but even so, the elves with their war machines, their superior skill and tactics slowly pushed the humans back in bloody defeat after bloody defeat. But, with Silverblade at the fore, the Humans rallied, impossibly, and ground the Sylvan advance to a halt, and slowly started pushing them back. Vian's Younger brother, however, was no babe when it came to warfare, and soon the war was pushed into a gory draw. Finally, after two hundred years of war, the Elves, the Einar Council leading them, and Vian leading the Humans, agreed to a truce. Humans would remain far from the Sylvan forests, and the Elves would not intrude in human lives ever again. And so it was sworn in a blood pact between Vian and his father.
But the Brother did not feel a need to honor the truce. He felt that humans weren't deserving of their current status. But while he held little fear for his brother, he dared not go up against his father. So he came up with a plan. He smuggled himself into the human city, growing and flourishing, and assassinated the woman that Vian loved and married. Vian, when he found out, was heartbroken, thinking first that the Elves had broken their pact, but once he was assured that they had nothing to do with this and, indeed, profited nothing from his pain, he realized who it was. He accused his brother of the murder, and the seers determined it to be true. And thus, Vian challenged his brother to single combat, or face an execution and humiliation. It was accepted, and after an overly brief fight, the Brother fell to his knees, his life-blood leaking from the wound to his throat.
And thus is was decided. Vian, despite having grounds for having killed his brother, was forever banished from Aien Siede for the crime of Fratricide. Heartbroken and despairing, Vian pledged himself to the Khrudam, the Sleep, loosely translated. He would buried as if dead, and he would be, for all intents and purposes, dead. But he would waken again, he vowed as he cast the spell, when his people needed him the most. Some scholars were in doubt as to whether he was speaking of humanity or the Sylvan folk.
More than 8000 years passed, with Vian entombed with his weapons in hand, and his tomb went untouched.
Until a certain building company decided to dig up the place where he was buried to set the foundations for an apartment building. They struck the casket, and the digging stopped for a while as the item was examined and transported to the New York Museum of Natural history. The casket baffled the scientists, who had never seen the like. Carbon dating put it at between 7 and 11 thousand years old, but the markings (Spells) and language inscribed on the stone box didn't correspond with any civilization of the time. That was when they opened the casket, and Vian was awakened.
In the confusion that followed the Lance Lord managed to escape, slipping into a new world, wondering just wondering...
What the holy blazes happened to my home?
He managed to escape on a ship that was headed to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, where he discovered that it was the year A.D. 1998. He was lost for a few years after he got there, not quite understanding the hatred for his kind. Well, he understood it in part, but the lengths that the humans had gone to destroy the Elves' homes astounded him and broke his heart. He did love this race, almost more than he did his own, but he suddenly realized their potential for cruelty and malice. It got to a point where a crowd was about to lynch him when a man interceded and hid him for a while, helping him to hide from the people. While there was little to be done about his ears, they could be hidden by his long hair, and so long as he stopped insisting on looking like a damn elf, he would be fine. The man was a capoeira instructor, one who taught children in an orphanage on a regular basis and had a good heart, During their time together, Jorge taught Vian many things, ranging from capoeira to finding a job. Vian was a natural at the dance/fighting style, and eventually he joined Jorge in his teaching of the younger children.
However, when Jorge met a young woman and they decided to move in together, it was agreed that it was in neither's best interests to have Vian living there anymore. Vian discovered of a small hamlet of supernatural creatures (He was almost ashamed that his people were categorized among these) who might have a few of the Sylvan folk still alive, although with his search he found out that the killing of his brother had all but ended the blood line of his family. So he set off for the State of New York, to find Sommerville.
