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 Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 11:52 pm
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 11:54 pm
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 Aeron the Death Guardian
xxxxxx▸Name: Aeron (Celtic for death and carnage)
xxxxxx▸Nicknames: Ren, Airy
xxxxxx▸Gender: Male
xxxxxx▸Height: 6'2
xxxxxx▸Weight: 210lbs
xxxxxx▸Age: Timeless (Looks about 25)
xxxxxx▸Birthday: the 12th October, on the 13th day.
xxxxxx▸Sign: Death
xxxxxx▸Personality:
He doesn't feel for the lost of the clans as much as he feels the lost for his priestess and in failing for his duty her. He is hurt and confused at the situation that he is put in now but will continue to attempt to do his job and protect his now formed together Clan.
his goal now is to reform himself, to better himself and to return to being a true Guardian, whether it be for a priestess or for the new combined clans together, he hopes to protect them with all his might.
Personality Before/After: (This is really just quick notes. OTL)
Positives:
Serious - Aeron doesn't joke. And if he does, his humor is so dry that it's even hard to tell if he did crack a joke or not. His expression and posture also emits a serious stick up his a** sort of feel, stoic and aloof and his back is always STRAIGHT. Most situations he is in too, seems to be taken to a serious point. simple training? He will treat it like a true battle. Eating food? Every last bit of the meal is to be savored with the intent of nourishment to the body to better his duties.
Protective - Aeron is extremely protective of most of the horsemens. None more so then the priestess's and nobles of clans. He takes his Guardian duty to the very core and will not hesitate put himself on the frontlines before any of his clan members have too. Due to losing his priestess though, he has taken his guardian role to the next level to the point where it might be a bit annoying.
Polite/Chivalary? - Aeron is the emptiome of a proper gentleman. Or tries too be. He often refers to most as a higher status then his own and uses only the most direct and often proper titles. Even if born of lower class, he will refer to characters as Sir and Lady in front of their names. Coming with that, he also exhibits a habit for chivalary, opening of doors, taking his coat off for the chill, offering various roots to help others be more at ease.
Negatives:
Inverse/ Self-Doubt - Since losing his priestess from the attack from the hunters, There is a small part of him (which gets bigger as time goes on) that he truly lacks the power to do his duty properly. He took great pride in being a Guardian and to lose one's priestess was like failing. He questions himself if he does things correctly, if he truly is fit to continue to be a guardian, If he will ever be able to find someone else to protect again. things like this slowly eat away at him.
Lack of communication - Because of his polite and serious nature, Aeron lacks the proper....communication skills. With students, he is unsure how to treat them, confused by their way of living. The same with most of the clans even though he is descending from a death and conquest horsemen. He is also not very good at expressing his true feelings and will mask it behind polite and proper terms. (expand on this more with interactions???)
Directionally challenge - Regardless of all his dutiful and training in being a guardian....he lacks important thing. And that is getting from Point A to Point B safely without all the shortcuts and paths he seems to take. Unsure of how he even does this, he just has a knack in getting lost. and even in the tough times, if he does manage to get there...he will get there late. It doesn't help his self doubt and confidence when a Guardian can't even show up in the place he is suppose to be.
xxxxxx▸Mount/Weapon:
Mount Form: [ Death ] - Pale horse/ ghost-like or shadowy creatures with no solid or discernible form.
Aeron summons a Gray Thoroughbred with bright lavender eyes. It's about 16 hands high. It has a spotted gray pale coat with lavender eyes and slowly fades into a wisp from hind down.
Weapon Form: Aeron's weapon is a small scimitar that closely resembles his father's blade while still being uniquely his own. The blade is shorter then most swords of the class with a extended hilt. He is skilled with either lengthing his attacks with this weapon, or shortening them by grabbing further up on the hilt.
FEAR ATTACK: (swift strikes) While he has his weapon, Aeron can summon small projectile like Shadowed feathers with his FEAR should he ever lose his sword. Once the feathers hit, they dissipate back into shadows and leave only residual damage behind.
xxxxxx▸History:
A political marriage, is how his father described his love and commitment to his mother. It truly didn't matter to himself to hear about it but father thought it beneficial to understand such things, in the course should it happen to Aeron himself...A political marriage that is...or well...any interaction with the other clans. Aeron was a young horsemen, still in the essence of a baby learning to walk when his father sat him down to talk about his mother.
A mother? It was odd phrase to him, a odd feeling in him. Even as a child, Aeron didn't exhibit much emotion, if any at all. So when he heard of the term, he really didn't show a sense of difference. He had never met her, so why should it bother him?
"Your mother was a Noble of Conquest, trained with the sword and with books. A prize among her clan if you will..." His father sat across from him, sewing together a new skull to his belt, a prize he picked up from the human world as he spoke. "She wasn't gentle, or kind. Not your mother." There was no fondness in his tone, no look of one that would speak of their wife. "She was ruthless and cunning." He paused before chuckling, "It was her attitude and her heritage that led her clan to seeking a truce between us, a offering of peace between our clans and perhaps even free trade and knowledge that brought me and her together to be married. " He returned to his sewing. "I was not opposed to the idea, nor was my priestess of the time. Both of us found it too, to be beneficial to the enhancement of our clan. What Conquest offered was knowledge and battle techniques that would greatly boost a Guardian's knowledge and prowess. As you know, We, as guardians, take great pride in protecting our priestess and in essence our Clan."
He paused again, looking at his son...looking into the lavender eyes that matched that of his late wife. It was odd to see the eye's, and then to look at him and see a mirror reflection of his youth.
"Your mother though....was difficult and stubborn. When she came to live in our lands, she adjusted......" He thought of a delicate word to use...."Quite horribly in fact. The lands of each of our brethren are different after all. Famine is like the desert...rich in sand and dirt and heat. War in jungles where a walk through their woods was a challenge itself." He waved his hand, "Regardless, she did not adjust well and it took a great deal of time to learn our ways while learning hers." he chuckled again, "And it did take awhile for her to adjust to my life as a Guardian. Where she was use to be catering to, I was more inclined to be at my Priestess's side serving my duties."
He got up to shuffle around, pulling out a small box. When opened, it showed a small pair of earrings and a scroll with Aeron's name printed on it.
"You unfortunately will never have the chance to meet your mother but....I have planned to teach you the things she has taught me. She left a few trinkets, ah.... accessories that her clan like to wear for you. I will past those and the teachings of her people to you now and as you grow. And then, I will teach you to be a guardian."
Aeron took the gifts with a stoic expression and nodded. "Then. Teach me Father. We wouldn't want to waste the talents of a child born from a Conquest Noble and Death Guardian would we?"
His father chuckled again, "Indeed we shall not. It is fortunate that Death has kept you in their grasp isn't it."
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 11:54 pm
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