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 Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 11:13 pm
Valter Isaac Maddison
Age 31- 37
Guardian: Emilhein, Buck
Occupation Soldier of Palisade
Orientation Bi
Positive Loyal, Trustworthy
Negative Jealous, Possessive and somewhat Judgemental (mostly of 'magic' things)
Neutral Merciful, Kind, Reserved (which means he usually keeps his jealousy to himself!)
.....about
He is quite tall with a strong and somewhat broad frame. Because of his heritage, he is noticeably darker than most people of Sunderland with tan skin and thick, jaw-length curling black hair. His mother is from the distant country of Doran to the Middle East, though he is still not quite as dark as she is. Between his Sunderlander father and his mother, he has, if nothing else, acquired a rather interesting assortment of features-- his father's strong jaw and tall, strong frame, an almost delicate curve from his nose to his brow, and the high cheekbones of his mother. His large hands are roughened with use, but his posture is straight and true. Vim is noticeably handsome but often seems unaware of the attention he acquires.
Tall as he is, at a towering 6'5", most of the time he is barely a shadow in a crowded room – a quiet sentinel to the world and all that it contains. But when he smiles .... secret and wild it is a rare and elusive moment which calls to mind something sweet from times past. It's a glimpse of nostalgia reborn into something pure and without regret; innocent. And though he has seen many of the ugly faces the world often wears and which have, to some extent, for good or ill, left their mark upon him somehow he retains a glow of optimism for humanity. Still, despite the quiet reserve that he carries himself with – the severe, but not unkind, expression that often rests upon his features-- he is a kind but just man who's greatest strength, perhaps, lies in his ability to be merciful even when mercy does not seem the obvious choice to take.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 11:17 pm
.....history
His father was a soldier who was granted a lordship about 10 years ago for his service, and Valter could dream of nothing else but taking up that mantle. Throughout his childhood years he would practice with sword and rifle (powderless and bulletless until he was older), until his arm was strong, and his aim was true. For him, it was never so much about fame and glory so much as being someone who others could depend on -- someone to uphold peace and justice.
He earned his nickname in his teens by a few clever friends. "Vim" means energetic, but is also the makeup of Valter's initials. Considering his quiet, low-key nature, the nickname was somewhat amusing, and is still of common use amongst Valter's friends and companions.
Aside from a few squabbles in the streets by drunken morons or the occasional barfight -- easily remedied by a night in a cell-- his experience with crime has been relatively little. Still, as a man of the peace, Valter has been forced to take more than one life over the years. It was never anything he looked forward to, the supposed "glory" of spilling blood that some seemed to think his position entailed, but at times it was necessary. Men could be demons, at times, and Valter was never a stranger to that sad truth. Still, though mostly uneventful, it would be safe to say that his life has been one of more good than bad and more comfortable than many.
As a soldier he'd always been happy and could never imagine a different life. Yet, eventually, at the age of 31, a strange wanderlust had seized him.
For a long while, Valter had begun to feel a sort of weariness toward his position in life. He could never imagine a life where he wasn't a soldier, but there had been a feeling of emptiness-- as if he'd lost something and hadn't realized it until recently, or perhaps had only just realized that something had been missing all along. He didn't know if he would ever return to Palisade or not. At the time, he'd merely had a desire to move, to roam, to search for this missing thing, to fulfill the longing for which he had no name for.
He went everywhere-- even to his Mother's homeland to see the places in which she had spent her girlhood, marveling at their strange, beautiful country; the food, the language, the sights and smells that were all so foreign to him, and all the more wonderful for their newness.
Oldcastle left him feeling strangely shaken on his return to his homeland. Not afraid, or even nervous - nothing of that sort - but as if some alien truth had been planted deep within the core of his soul, and yet left him totally ignorant of what that truth could possibly be. The tales of the old ways, the Wardens, and magic left him with strange dreams to puzzle over in the mornings; snatching at the fragments to find some meaning. Ill at ease, and suddenly wanting for the familiarity of what had been his home for his entire life, Valter turned toward Palisade, yet it would be years before he ever returned home.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 11:25 pm
.....EmilheinOn his way home after his travels Valter finds himself drawn to the Wardwood. Magic has always made him uncomfortable, and after his stay in Oldcastle the sight of the old trees make him strangely uneasy. And yet, as he pickets his horse and steps under the first boughs of those old trees, something in him begins to settle. He steps deeper into the woods and the shadows wrap around him like familiar blankets, soothing his nervousness even as something else inside him quickens.
It doesn't take very long at all to find the tree, and as soon as he sees it he realizes that this is what he's been waiting for. This is what all those odd, restless, dreams have been about. More importantly, it just feels right as he bends to pick up the small, carved, totem and he knows, as he holds the slight, but significant, weight of it against his heart, that his life will never be the same...
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Far from reserved Emil is a rather outgoing and graceful buck who often tends to acquire quite a bit of attention, even when he isn't demanding it. In a world where things can turn far too serious much too quickly his upbeat and positive nature is generally quite infectious. Laughter is never far from him-- and by far his greatest accomplishment has been to make his dearest friend, and Chosen, smile a few more times than he may have been wont to do otherwise.
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