◊ ◊ ◊ ◊Deryo Tarvarys, The Bravo Sellsword◊ ◊ ◊ ◊
GENERAL INFORMATION
Name
Deryo Tarvarys
Age
28, yr 271
Namedate
3 days past The Warrior's Day.
House
none of your Westeros Houses. I am of a family of bravos. My father was a bravo, my uncle was a bravo, by brother is still a bravo in Braavos, and I too was once a brazen bravo of the nights.
Allegiance
Foremost, who I say. Secondmost, who pays the best.
Personality
Calculating, quick-minded, often quiet until the moment I strike, Occasionally ill-tempered(though that can really be said for most bravos I've met), self-preserving, though also courageous and sometimes known to extend my gentlemanly charm to help those I feel need it.
CHARACTERISTICS
Hair Color
Dark reddish brown
Eye Color
blue
Skin Tone
average
Height
Taller than your average man, though I do not tower over them, as if I were a giant.
Weight
thin for my height
Clothing
rough red leather tunic top, black dueling cloak with many colored rope, light leather bracers, black breeches, black leather traveler's boots.
Armor
WEAPONS AND SKILLS
I duel with my sword The Titan of Braavos. It is not my first sword, but one that I had forged once I had been away and worked to get quite a bit of money together.
I call it Titan because it is thin, swift, yet has a deeper cut if I call upon it to do so(though nothing like a normal sword). It's pommel is also broader and wider than a traditional bravo sword, almost like a fist. It has a wonderful 'punch', I sometimes do. The black inlay is dragonbone(or so I payed for), and give The Titan a fairly good bite, bashing my foe. That is, if I decide to use it's hand guard to do so, letting them draw closer than I'd prefer in most cases. The steel is Valyrian, I actually acquired the required scrap on a sailing trip with some scavengers some year back, though I needed to find a skilled Smith to form it into the sword you see now.
As far as my skills go I was a dueling bravo for 7 years, winning a good majority of them and making a name as one of the top duelists of the streets. Though it all grew tiring and with only becoming a First Sword, as the only accomplishment I had not attained, I went to the Sea's and began a new life. I would use my skill with my sword to help other's with their foes, for a nominal fee. For the past 6 years years I have been travelling from port to port, dueling, learning as much as I could about ship-manning, and continuing to tune the skills of my new job. I now can find most people in any of Esso's ports, I even know how to gain access to some of the best hiding places. Now I am one of the best sellswords of my time and I like to keep it that way.
FAMILY
The Tarvarys
Spouse
none
Mother
Sylva Tarvarys
Father
Lyrio Tarvarys (deceased)
Brothers
Miiko Tarvarys
Sisters
none
Children
none
Bastards
none
Aunts/Uncles
Santallo Tarvarys and his wife Rysha
Grandparents
Farlko Tarvarys
BACKGROUND
I grew up amongst some of the most lavish houses in Braavos, not because my family was rich, but because we had produced some of the best bravos of our time, many, like my Grandfather Farlko were First Swords, and many others served beneath the First Sword. Our honor and skill with steel kept us above others, though when it became night, we were like our bravo brothers, in the streets dueling with the fire in our hearts. For 7 years, as soon as my father would let me out in the streets at 16, I dueled. I took it all very quickly, winning against men that even my uncle Santallo could not beat. Though every victory can pale in just a moment. When I was just 22, my father was hit numerous times in a duel and died as a result. For another year I fought wildly until it no longer held the meaning, and with no where to go but up, and with no way of besting Forel, I left.
I first sailed to Pentos, where I learned many things of port trading, the free cities of Essos, and of the Westeros Men. It was in Pentos that I first took gold to fight alongside a Westeros man for some time. All he wanted was to not feel that he was guilty for killing a rich man, but it was not a hard task, and it payed well. I did a few quick jobs there, then took on a huge contract with a Captain and sailed with the ship The Sealord Garion(named after it's Captain, Garion Waters). Together we sailed to many places, mostly ruins. We collected many treasures for the Westeros Pirate and had gone many places, but men of the seas know when it is time so go. So go I did, back first to Pentos. After some small work with some rich Magisters, I now find myself in Qarth, among some of the most elusive men in Essos, wondering who will buy my skills next.
GENERAL INFORMATION
Name
Deryo Tarvarys
Age
28, yr 271
Namedate
3 days past The Warrior's Day.
House
none of your Westeros Houses. I am of a family of bravos. My father was a bravo, my uncle was a bravo, by brother is still a bravo in Braavos, and I too was once a brazen bravo of the nights.
Allegiance
Foremost, who I say. Secondmost, who pays the best.
Personality
Calculating, quick-minded, often quiet until the moment I strike, Occasionally ill-tempered(though that can really be said for most bravos I've met), self-preserving, though also courageous and sometimes known to extend my gentlemanly charm to help those I feel need it.
CHARACTERISTICS
Hair Color
Dark reddish brown
Eye Color
blue
Skin Tone
average
Height
Taller than your average man, though I do not tower over them, as if I were a giant.
Weight
thin for my height
Clothing
rough red leather tunic top, black dueling cloak with many colored rope, light leather bracers, black breeches, black leather traveler's boots.
Armor
WEAPONS AND SKILLS
I duel with my sword The Titan of Braavos. It is not my first sword, but one that I had forged once I had been away and worked to get quite a bit of money together.
I call it Titan because it is thin, swift, yet has a deeper cut if I call upon it to do so(though nothing like a normal sword). It's pommel is also broader and wider than a traditional bravo sword, almost like a fist. It has a wonderful 'punch', I sometimes do. The black inlay is dragonbone(or so I payed for), and give The Titan a fairly good bite, bashing my foe. That is, if I decide to use it's hand guard to do so, letting them draw closer than I'd prefer in most cases. The steel is Valyrian, I actually acquired the required scrap on a sailing trip with some scavengers some year back, though I needed to find a skilled Smith to form it into the sword you see now.
As far as my skills go I was a dueling bravo for 7 years, winning a good majority of them and making a name as one of the top duelists of the streets. Though it all grew tiring and with only becoming a First Sword, as the only accomplishment I had not attained, I went to the Sea's and began a new life. I would use my skill with my sword to help other's with their foes, for a nominal fee. For the past 6 years years I have been travelling from port to port, dueling, learning as much as I could about ship-manning, and continuing to tune the skills of my new job. I now can find most people in any of Esso's ports, I even know how to gain access to some of the best hiding places. Now I am one of the best sellswords of my time and I like to keep it that way.
FAMILY
The Tarvarys
Spouse
none
Mother
Sylva Tarvarys
Father
Lyrio Tarvarys (deceased)
Brothers
Miiko Tarvarys
Sisters
none
Children
none
Bastards
none
Aunts/Uncles
Santallo Tarvarys and his wife Rysha
Grandparents
Farlko Tarvarys
BACKGROUND
I grew up amongst some of the most lavish houses in Braavos, not because my family was rich, but because we had produced some of the best bravos of our time, many, like my Grandfather Farlko were First Swords, and many others served beneath the First Sword. Our honor and skill with steel kept us above others, though when it became night, we were like our bravo brothers, in the streets dueling with the fire in our hearts. For 7 years, as soon as my father would let me out in the streets at 16, I dueled. I took it all very quickly, winning against men that even my uncle Santallo could not beat. Though every victory can pale in just a moment. When I was just 22, my father was hit numerous times in a duel and died as a result. For another year I fought wildly until it no longer held the meaning, and with no where to go but up, and with no way of besting Forel, I left.
I first sailed to Pentos, where I learned many things of port trading, the free cities of Essos, and of the Westeros Men. It was in Pentos that I first took gold to fight alongside a Westeros man for some time. All he wanted was to not feel that he was guilty for killing a rich man, but it was not a hard task, and it payed well. I did a few quick jobs there, then took on a huge contract with a Captain and sailed with the ship The Sealord Garion(named after it's Captain, Garion Waters). Together we sailed to many places, mostly ruins. We collected many treasures for the Westeros Pirate and had gone many places, but men of the seas know when it is time so go. So go I did, back first to Pentos. After some small work with some rich Magisters, I now find myself in Qarth, among some of the most elusive men in Essos, wondering who will buy my skills next.
