The Vestaldt
Oct 11, 2014 10:05:28 GMT -7
Post by Penitence on Oct 11, 2014 10:05:28 GMT -7
Brother Arbiter Victor Vestaldt
Height: 6’6” | Weight: 190 lbs | Alignment: Chaotic Good
Gender: Male | Age: 19 | Birth Country: Stone | Village: Ka’aba
History
Gender: Male | Age: 19 | Birth Country: Stone | Village: Ka’aba
History
Victor Lukidas was born to middle class patrons of the city of Ka’aba, independently rich but not noble, and as such they were looked down upon by the higher class, and up to by the lower class, who saw them as protectors and benefactors. His mother Elena, a beautiful and staunch woman, taught him almost from the moment he opened his eyes, to be a good person; for their family had a long history of strong, talented individuals, and she didn't want her son to go down the wrong path.
His father Aeolus, who was named for an ancient spirit of trade and prosperity, was somewhat distant, and spent much of his time travelling between the many markets of the world, trading and increasing the family wealth. For the Lukidas family were not crafters, or Artisans, but rather merchants and crafty business men and women. Victor, much to his father’s dismay, showed no interest in such pursuits, though Victor’s brother, Piotr, did and inherited the family business on his eighteenth birthday, three years before Victor left for Saint Azazel’s academy, the Venator school in the region.
Where did his desire to become a Venator come from? Primarily from his activities as a child, and young adult, protecting those who could not protect themselves, for what was a Venator but someone who protected the innocent from the things that crawled in the dark places of the world? At sixteen he left home, determined to give his life to the protection of others, to turn his innate stubbornness to being a bulwark for the weak, to turn his kindness into aid for the pitied.
And so it was that he was taken in, and trained, at least in the basics, of the art of the Venators. This training soon expanded into physical fitness, studies of the damned creatures he would persecute, and of the wastrels that dealt with them. He became proficient in the sword, the mace, and the shield, and was gifted his mighty armour on his eighteenth birthday. Upon seeing the armour he took a new name, Vestaldt, the protector.
Now he stands poised upon the next great journey of his life. A few short months and he will be thrust into the world, charged with bringing the light to the endangered people of the world. He will not shirk from his duty, he will not shy from the darkness, he will not halt before the storm, he will not quail before the shadows, and he will not be beaten in his task. He is the Vestaldt, he is the ruin of all those who would monger darkness, he is the protector of all those who live and breathe the free air and he is the final voice of justice.
Personality
Stubbornness, kindness, and a strong sense of protectiveness exist in equal measure within this young man. He argues with ferocity, often refusing to back down from his position even when summarily defeated, more than that though, he will refuse to back down from a fight, even when all hope is gone. This has often gotten him in trouble, and he suspects it will for years to come.
His stubbornness, and kindness, both come from his mother, a fierce woman who gave Victor his moral compass. He was a strong child, and could very easily have been a bully, but she taught him well, and instead he became something of a protector to those who were victims of bullies themselves. This developed into a strong sense of protectiveness that he applies to all beings who need aid, but especially those whom he cares for.
That protectiveness, born from his mother’s morals, extended from childhood into later life where it became his strongest trait, not only would it become his strongest trait, but it would also be one he learned to hide. As he aged Victor found that the world was full of unfair situations, full of ‘little guys’ and he just couldn't be everywhere, and he couldn't protect everyone. So he buried his protectiveness under layers of carefree acceptance.
He bears now a cocky smirk much of the time and outwardly takes things for granted even when, internally, he thinks through things at his own pace. Sometimes this cockiness is used as a smokescreen for something else, maybe he’s masking the escape of a previous victim with over the top arrogance, or perhaps he’s luring his opponent into a trap.
This all fits together in an inelegant mess that, while well dressed, often seems slightly chaotic, this couldn't be further from the truth as he takes into consideration all things around him, and makes decided choices on his path forward. In respect to this his interactions with others can be somewhat misleading, he may lead someone down one path of conversation only to shift one-eighty when he gains insight into their personality.
Appearance
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When young he was somewhat lean and tall Victor often appeared like he had been stretched by some ghastly machine; his arms and legs appear at first to be much too big for his body. But as he aged he filled out both with muscle and broadness of shoulder into a much stronger, much more imposing individual, combined with his constant self-assurance and cocky demeanor he makes for a daunting opponent and one who constantly mocks his victims.
His training at St Azazel’s built into him a much sterner visage however, several scars dot his face from training injuries and his voice carries a much more distinct accent, one of almost regal tones that tends to have an even harsher edge when used as a mocking device. His face is somewhat angular and filled with hard planes, a testament to his somewhat violence filled youth. His blonde hair, while short, is almost irrepressible and only becomes worse when his helm is worn.
While tall, and somewhat broad, his muscles are rather lean. Though he is not lacking for strength, without his armour he looks somewhat ill formed, though when wearing his armour he becomes a mountain of indomitability that is somewhat terrifying to assail. He constantly stands, or sits, on the balls of his toes, ready for anything, though again this is somewhat hard in his behemoth like battle plate, as it weighs him down significantly.
His armour shield and sword were gifted to him upon his decision to become an arbiter, forsaking any life other than that of a Venator and taking an oath of fidelity to the cause. Said battle plate is gigantic, though it would be ridiculous on someone of shorter stature. It has several folds of cloth that fall from it in irregular patterns that make it appear artificially larger than it really is, and the angles of the armour itself project an air of defiance, as if to taunt enemies into attacking, assured that they will fall from its mighty cliff like planes. It is elegant though, and possessing of many images of pure nature, so to burn the eyes and minds of the unclean.
His sword is finely crafted and bears many runes of protection and justice, though they have no enchantment. Finally his shield is an indomitable slab of steel, carefully pared down and adorned to appear as formidable as possible to the enemies of the light: For Victor Vestaldt is an Arbiter, and Arbiters are truly the face of this mighty organisation. As such each should be seen as an impossibly strong and unstoppable force of good, even though his abilities are still in development to match his mighty appearance.
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