Veric
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╫Main Information╫
Full Name: Veric Brener
Bloodline:Gunslinger
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Nation:Saieth
Land: Merseyr
Title: Desert King, Lord of Merseyr
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╫Equipment Information:╫
Weapons: Veric uses two Anaconda Colt Revolvers and a large Remington Hunting Rifle
Armor: Veric doesn’t wear armor because it would merely hamper his ability to use his guns to their full potential.
Clothing: A brown duster, with brown leather vest and well tailored white shirt under the vest. He wears a pair of dark brown jeans and a pair of solid leather boots. Around his waist he has a leather belt with a few areas dedicated to holding ammunition. He sometimes wears leather gloves, but not often.
What else do they have on their person?: He carries several pouches of ammunition aside from the ammunition on his belt. He also carries a coin purse, which contains an individual flap for a deck of cards and a pair of dice. He regularly carries a couple of flasks that contain some alcoholic beverage, which he drinks on occasion. He often carries a small pack of cigars; though he rarely smokes, he has been seen simply relaxing as he smokes one of these finely made cigars.
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╫Fighting Style╫
Veric fights instinctively, he’s not one for plans or coordination. That said, Verris is neither haphazard nor reckless; He places his shots carefully and adapts to situations through improvisation. He fights at mid range with his pistols, firing as many shots as he needs to kill or hamper his foe; he typically tries to use the minimum number of bullets per opponent. At longer ranges he uses his rifle, a much more powerful weapon with enough stopping power to penetrate through most defenses.
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╫Character Description╫
Personality: Veric is a simple, honest man who enjoys life to the fullest extent. He prefers good food, drink, friends, and pleasurable company to the more “refined” tastes that the nobility tend to enjoy. Typically, Veric seems out of place at the functions of the upper levels of society. While he enjoys the company of women he never forces a woman to do something she doesn’t want. This restraint, atypical of people in his position, is due to his personal code of morals, and the sincere belief that sex should be a pleasurable act for all parties involved.
To his friends, Veric is a loyal friend who watches out for them. To strangers, he maintains a sort of rough politeness, not caring to sweeten either the truth or his opinion for anyone. To those he cares nothing about, he cares little about manners and says exactly what’s on his mind, often being insulting to the person in question. His enemies are those that have pushed him to far or stand in his way, these people he merely kills. His eyes sharp and his guns steady Veric kills any enemy quickly and brutally; Veric isn’t one to grant mercy or second chances; if you fight him, it will always be to the death.
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 220lbs
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Brown
Talents: Veric is first and foremost a deadly marksman, both with pistol or rifle. Aside from that he is an avid gambler who knows dozens of gambling games involving dice or cards. He can’t calculate the odds or anything fancy, but he knows the games inside and out having played them for so long. Veric enjoys drinking alcohol and through years of practice and experience has gained both a talent for drinking large amounts of alcohol without getting drunk, and the ability to still aim with deadly finesse while being imbibed.
Quote: I rule Merseyr now. You will answer to your sovereign lord or the Desert King, know that one ends with a bullet.
Theme Music: Eternal Struggle by Junichi Nakatsuru
Companion: No one travels regularly with him.
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╫Background Information╫
Veric Brener’s history is a bloody one; even his birth was fraught with violence, his mother died giving birth to him the same day his father was killed in a Merseyr tavern. Veric’s uncle, Allan Brener, a man whose first love was drink and dice soon found himself saddled with the child of his now dead younger brother. The uncle to his credit, tried to raise Veric as best he could; he stopped drinking to focus his attention on the young child teaching the boy everything he knew.
Veric’s childhood was unique and interesting but a happy one. In his uncle’s care Veric learned a lifetime’s worth of knowledge on the subjects of drinking, gambling and fighting, specifically gun slinging and shooting in general. Allan’s trade in life was that of a professional gambler, so he spent most of his time in taverns. As a result so did Veric. A child growing up in seedier taverns was an oddity to be sure, and the cute child that was Veric garnered the attention and motherly love of the tavern’s female patrons.
Allan encouraged the participation of the female patrons in raising Veric, believing that a feminine touch was necessary in the growth of a child. Veric quickly came to be their son in all but blood. It was the influence of these women that would help build a large part of Veric’s personal code of morals, especially his attitude towards women in general and sex in particular. Despite his happy childhood and loving parents, Veric saw much violence. Bar fights, duels, brawls and murders would erupt with shocking frequency and Veric saw all of it. Veric grew up very much aware that the world was a dangerous place where life was often short.
Now Allan may have been a gambler by trade, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to fight. Allan was a talented gunslinger who taught Veric everything he knew, training and meticulously honing Veric’s talents. Veric was furthermore, naturally gifted with his bloodline, which made his growth more rapid and thorough. By the time Veric had reached adulthood, the age of eighteen, he was a talented gun fighter with his fair share of experience under his belt.
Veric spent the next five years as a bounty hunter, traveling all over Merseyr he fought and killed many of the monsters native to its dunes; he captured dozens of men and killed many more. He garnered a decent reputation as a Gunslinger, hunter, gambler, and ladies man. Those years hardened him, but he never lost the morals that had been given to him by his parents. During those years he made many friends but no enemies, anyone he considered an enemy he killed, often brutally. Because of this brutality Veric did receive a small reputation for ruthlessness.
But the event that really solidified Verric’s ruthless reputation is a sad one; one day Veric was visiting his parents: Allan Brener, and the women who helped raise him, at the tavern where he had been raised. Soon, in stormed a gang of Gunslingers who claimed that Allan Brener had cheated them out of a fortune two years ago. Allan angrily denied the claim, saying that they cheated him and that he had merely gotten his just revenge. More angry words were exchanged and soon enough a fight broke out, shots were fired, Veric, caught by surprise, was gravely wounded from the first volley and soon lost unconsciousness. When the smoke cleared Allan Brener and several of the women who helped raise Veric were dead. Veric’s grief upon his regaining consciousness and during his recovery was intense.
Swearing revenge, Veric put every ounce of his experience as a bounty hunter to use in finding each and every single member of the gang. He hunted them for months, and the fury that he displayed at his families’ death soon became well known throughout Merseyr. But his brutality and bloodthirstiness were displayed every time he found one of the Gunslingers. First, he would use his rifle to wound them, and then he would get close and capture them. Once they were captured he would coldly tell them his name before shooting their hands so thoroughly that to that they couldn’t use their guns. After mutilating them, Veric would then drag the Gunslinger the middle of town and in front of a crowd of witnesses declare what the Gunslinger had done, before shooting the Gunslinger in the head. Veric found, wounded, and killed every single member of the gang. Veric’s hunt for these men soon became known as Brener’s Tale, and is popular one in taverns throughout Merseyr.
Veric spent the next six years traveling throughout the dunes of Merseyr, helping merchant caravans and travelers where he found them, and killing any outlaws and gangs where he encountered them. Many wonder if Veric did this out of grief, anger or perceived penance, no ones knows except Veric himself. Eventually, Veric knew Merseyr and its lands like the back of his hand, that combined with his slaughter of brigands and assistance to travelers gained him the title Desert King by the citizenry of the Desert Land. Veric became a folk hero of sorts to the people, but still he was known as a ruthless man.
As the Desert King Veric had achieved a certain level of notoriety, but he didn’t revel in it. He just accepted and lived his life and he chose: traveling, gambling, drinking, fighting, and loving like any other man. Those three years that followed were reminiscent of Veric’s years as a bounty hunter and no one thought that Veric would be pushed to violence like in Brener’s Tale again. They were wrong.
For years Veric had publicly voiced his opinion that the current Prince of Merseyr, a cruel Sifter who ruled the desert dunes with a cruelty that was unmatched, was a spineless sycophant. This was a popular belief, as the Prince often went out of his way to meet the Queen Eishieth’s demands, no matter their difficulty or cost. The Prince made many governing decisions that weakened the land of Merseyr and put its people in danger. The situation in Merseyr was unstable; its sovereign was only managing to maintain power through the strength of his men. Merseyr was a powder keg waiting to be lit.
And lit it was, a few weeks ago, a gang of the Prince of Merseyr’s elite Shadowmasters accosted Veric in tavern. Veric quickly killed them, leaving the Shadowmasters in a pool of their own blood, but a friend was wounded in the fight and another killed. That attack became the last straw for Veric, he immediately set towards the Prince’s fortress. Making his way through the castle Veric shot killed dozens of the Prince’s men, before finally making it to the throne room, where he shot and killed the Prince with a single bullet to the head. The Prince’s court stared in shock as Veric sat down on the throne and declared himself the Ruling Lord of Merseyr.
The Desert King now rules the sandy dunes of Merseyr, its nobles are outraged and its common folk rejoice. A commoner turned king, Veric Brener must establish control or perish; will he manage to bend the nobles to his will? How will his fellow sovereigns, or even Queen Eishieth, react to the Desert King’s rise to power? Tumultuous times await Veric Brener, his tale is not yet complete.
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