Post by Marak Valjuardi on Jun 22, 2010 10:17:23 GMT -5
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MARAK FERAS VALJUARDI
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Identity Chart
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†Name: Marak Valjuardi
†Age: 100
†Appearance Age: 27
†Race: Nord (Vampire Half-Breed)
† Sexual Orientation Straight
†Gender: Male
†Birth Sign: The Warrior
†Hair Color: Brown
†Eye Color: Dark Brown
†Height: 6'7
†Weight: 230 lbs
†Skin Tone: Fairly pale
†Appearance:
Marak has a very broad kind of body, being obviously capable of looking after himself in any kind of fight. His cheeks aren't pronounced much, but very broad. And his forehead isn't long, but it isn't short either. Keeping an average size, leaving no visible wrinkles there. Whilst his eyebrows are very thick, being quite bushy and being a dark shade of black. He has short brown hair, and dark stubble to accompany it. His head is also fairly rounded, not so that he looks like a pumpkin but not a box either. Some would call it an oval, but a very fair one. Marak's eyes a brown, but a very dark shade of it, looking almost coal black to some people. This is something that has been passed down the family. To also add, Marak has a tribal tattoo on his neck, that runs down to his chest.
Lower down the body, Marak has a very muscular body still. Having a good six-pack, and some nice biceps. He also has little body hair there, as he shaves it because of the jacket he wears, which has no t-shirt. About armour and clothing, Marak wears all the casual Blades armour. Which he will wear in the presence of his higher ranking people, and on missions. When on the street, he will wear a bear skin vest (Shown in the picture above), with no t-shirt. To accompany it he wears long linen trousers, made in a fine way. It's can also be noted that he wears a golden necklace at all times, which is an old family heirloom.
To finish it off, Marak has quite a collection of rings and most of his fingers. All of them pure gold, that he has paid for throughout life. He also has allot more tribal tattoos over his chest, arms and back. Fangs also grow where his carnivores are, a clear sign of a vampire.
†Guild: The Blades
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Taste
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†Likes:
* Battle
* Swords
* Honesty
* Traditional Nords
* Helping others
* Feeding (Animals)
* Vintage beer
†Dislikes:
* Liars
* Arrogance
* Conmen
* Lawbreakers
* Thieves Guild (suspects their existence)
* Cheap wine
* Vegetables
†Fears:
* Hurting somebody who's innocent
* Turning crazy
* Being betrayed again
†Nervous Habits:
* Grunting whilst somebody is talking
* Getting frustrated over nothing
* Messing with his sword
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For The Record
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†Personality:
Marak is a well known b*stard when he wants to be, but to begin with, he really does have a good side. His courage, and his huge heart is what helps him make his friends. He's always there for people who need help, and often doesn't get paid to do so. Unlike allot of people, he is actually honest aswell. If he has wronged a friend, he will tell them about it, and explain himself. Although his intelligence isn't that great, his determination makes up for it. This aspect of his personality helps him to conquer quests, and to make an effort for everybody around him.Some would say that Marak is a delight to be around, and that he is a very good man. But obviously every man has his darker side.
Now from the good, to the bad. Marak can be fairly aggressive to people who's personality he doesn't like. In most instances, it can be arrogance or lying. He can also have a pretty flared temper when he's nervous, meaning that the people around him must be cautious; they don't want to start off a firestarter. Marak can also get jealous of some things, like if he likes a woman, that somebody else has. He can get pretty annoyed, and irritated for a few days.
†Weapon(s):
Kafruma ~ A very long blade, an extension is clearly visible upon the blade. Engravings in the nordic language is engraved upon it meaning; "Upon the finest hour, may a man die." It also has enchantments on it, to make it resistant to breaking, and to strengthen the blow.
†Power/s:
Heal Minor Injury ~ This baby can heal small injuries that he or somebody else has got. It cannot heal major wounds, but can clear bruises or cuts.
Flare ~ This is a spell that he can release a spark from his hand that when in the sky, will emit a shower of multicolored sparks.
Temporary Invisibility ~ With this, Marak can go invisible for a short time. Just enough to swipe something, or run to the nearest door.
†Weaknesses:
* Fire
* His anger
* Can be deceived
* Could help the wrong people
* Isn't good with alchemy
†Talent/s:
Strength ~ His physical strength is to be applauded by the Grey Prince. It is clear he is not to be messed with.
Swordsmanship ~ He is a very talented swordsman, and is known to many as The Legend Killer because of it.
Determination ~ His determination is stronger than most believe, and although he may come across as a b*stard his determination on the job will always shine.
†Mother: Defera Valjuardi, Nord. (deceased.)
†Father Lord Valjuardi, Vampire. (deceased.)
†Siblings: None
†Pets: Jasper the Wolf
†History:
Being born, Marak was bought up an only child. That would be because of the dispute between his parents, for his whole life. It had sparked off when Marak's mother Defera hadn't known that Faragus, Marak's father was a vampire. He had kept it a secret, until Marak was around six, when he was just about learning properly how to read and write. It had always been a problem for Faragus to go out in the sunlight, without becoming terribly ill. Or worse, death. So he took the innocent people that wandered the forests, and took them to the house for a glass of vintage wine. Just for them to get fangs stuck into their neck. And Defera and Marak had been out for a while, to buy some nice clothes for themselves. They came back... Just to find a man on the floor, blood everywhere, and Faragus looming over him. Blood smeared over his face.
Ever since then, Defera took Marak away from the castle. Almost like she was trying to forget the vermin that she had loved, and trying to think of her and her child. They lived in an inn for a long while, just so Defera could stay somewhere safe. She worked all the money off by running the inn's bar, trying to get as much revenue as she could. Years later, when Marak was a teenager, they got to move into an official manor. Sold at a relatively cheap price, just a couple of thousand gold coins. It also helped that the owner was one of Defera's friends. But usually, a teenager would grow quite tall, and stop. But Marak had huge growth spurts, and his carnivores were sharp fangs. Defera was witnessing what she had created, a vampire.
Things would have been good for Marak, as an adult, if one thing wouldn't have happened. The thing that destroyed his life; his mother's death. It happened when Marak was twenty-two, and was working in an inn himself. Earning high wages thanks to his mother's social life. But then, Marak came home to find his mother dead. Her neck pierced by teeth, long fangs. A vampire. It was his father again, trying to get his revenge on her for leaving him. But Marak would make him pay, surely pay one day. Marak came home to his inherited manor, just to see his father waiting in an armchair. He got up and drew his blade, trying to kill his one remaining bit of his family. Marak retaliated, and hooked constantly into his father. In the moment, Marak forced his father's blade into his own neck. Killing him.
Marak found himself in depression, for a very long while. He felt that the only way his sin could be repaid would be by working it off. He did many adventures for the guards, earning respect and strength. Until he was given a clear choice. He could join the Dark Brotherhood, or he could join the Blades. He could join as he had been approached by one of their members. He eventually chose the Blades, and is still there now.
†RP Sample:
As Marak walked down the steep dark stairs, witnessing the plane of Oblivion. He had made it through a portal, and into a secret way into a black castle. The stairs were heated, it felt strange upon his nice boots. His armour bounded up and down, as he ran down the street, the reflection off the armour almost blinded Marak. Marak drew his trusted blade, as he opened the door next to him. A row of soldiers had arrows aimed down towards the portal. Marak ran up, and sent blows into as many as possible. A creak of a door could be heard, as several more blades operatives stormed into the row of daedra. Blood spewed down the narrow passageway as the two teams collided into the final soldier. Marak sighed with relief, knowing now that they could call for back-up.
You see, the plan was to shut down yet another gate originally. But it was suggested that maybe they could discover things inside the plane aswell. If that failed, they could always take the plane and use it for a small base, held by the loyalists of the Blades. "Daichi, I'm going to need your support here friend," Marak's deep voice ringed. The man named Daichi, who was very skinny. Barely lifting the weight necessary to hold the armour. He nodded then, "But what do I do sir?" Marak rubbed his skull, "I need you to run through that portal, and tell everyone of our capture. I'm sure they will all be pleased."
(Crappy RP sample because I'm trying to get it done so I can RP.)
