Dorian [Lord]
Sept 12, 2014 23:21:13 GMT
Post by Dorian on Sept 12, 2014 23:21:13 GMT
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Dorian
GROUP
Ylissean
AGE
Twenty-two
BIRTHDAY
September 18
WEAPON
Sword
CLASSES
Lord, Cavalier, Fighter
POSITIVES
Honest, Upstanding, Honorable, Understanding, Confident, Fair, Independent, Doting, Responsible
NEGATIVES
Prideful, Pampered, Stubborn, Naive, Self-sacrificing, Perfectionist, Idealistic, Single-minded, Straight-laced
BIO
Dorian was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and with expectations of greatness. Or at least, that was the plan at any rate. Fact of the matter was, he was the youngest of two children to be born, and given that his mother perished two years later after a long battle with an illness that she couldn't fight off, that position of being the so-called "low man on the totum pole" wasn't going to change.
As he grew, he was given the best that money could afford, as befitting of his noble heritage, though it sheltered him from the harshness of the outside world. But as time went on, it slowly became more apparent that he didn't want to be a noble. He was most comfortable among the servants and the laborers, but especially among the knights and other soldiers. He loved fencing and he loved wielding a sword. He learned how to fight and he learned how to ride. Arranged marriages came and went, but as Dorian grew older and taller, it seemed that he would never lose his childish fascination with justice.
Soon, the time came and everything changed. Dorian and his elder brother were taken to court. Unfortunately, however, they couldn't have picked a worse time. The exalt and her group had departed to defeat Grima, and they didn't come back. Immediately, the court dissolved into chaos as nobles began jockeying for positions, and Dorian retreated back to the family's manor, his image of the world as a just place where the hero always won now shattered beyond recognition.
Letters came and went from court, the younger sibling pleading with the elder to put a halt to the madness and try to stop the Fell Dragon, but to no avail. Instead it was talk of promising Dorian's hand in exchange for a leg up on the competition and tales of how the two brothers would be made into exalts. Finally, Dorian could take it no more. He got his horse and rode to Ylisstol, determination in his eyes. If no one would bother to get their heads out of their asses to solve the problem they were facing, then he would.
When he reached the capitol, he got up in the throne room and made a speech. He scolded the nobility for squabbling like spoiled children over the throne when that was not what the exalt had wanted when she had left to defend them, and he revoked his brother's claims to the throne. He then announced that he would be putting together an elite group to try to stop the Fell Dragon because to just lie down and watch the dragon consume the continent was not what Naga would have wanted for her people. He made a lot of it up on the spot, but it seemed to do the trick. He had inspired the start of a revolution.
He was disowned from his family that very same day and given only a pittance of what he was owed as a noble. He merely shrugged and accepted it, understanding that his brother was only trying to do what was best for him in the long run, and he stated that he could not ask someone to follow him to their death if they did not wish to. He sent out requests to Plegia and Regna Ferox in the hopes of help, but how much he receives he's uncertain. The world has their own problems, and he's not about to ask someone to take on this impossible one if they aren't able to.
OTHER
Despite the fact that it is a slight vulnerability in combat, Dorian wears his hair long, having found it too odd the few times he cropped it short as a child. He instead opts to keep it tied back unless in his private quarters relaxing. A hangover from his days as a pampered noble, he also paints his nails purple, and he's usually careful enough to avoid major chips or cracks despite being an active part of the Knights of Cydonia. His skin is fairly unblemished, but if someone were to look closely, there's a single pale line across the expanse of his left side over his bottom rib, the result of an accidental cut from a sword fight with his elder brother when they were children.
The family's claim to the exalt resides in a distant ancestor from across the sea whose skills on a pegasus were known throughout the kingdom. While attempting to help her liege-lord soothe the kingdom, she was bedded by the drunken exalt, who later apologized and said that they were never to acknowledge their mistake again. She agreed, for the sake of the kingdom and her new marriage, unaware that the child she would later bear would be a bastard child of the exalt. Once the babe was born, however, she could not bear to kill the child and instead raised him as if he were of her husband, the only record of his true father being recorded in her diary while she was on her death bed. It would not be until many generations had passed that the descendants would find out about their true heritage, not more than one hundred years prior to the end of the exalt's line, thus placing them in the running for the position of exalt.
FACE-CLAIM
VOCALOID, gakupo kamui
Dorian
GROUP
Ylissean
AGE
Twenty-two
BIRTHDAY
September 18
WEAPON
Sword
CLASSES
Lord, Cavalier, Fighter
POSITIVES
Honest, Upstanding, Honorable, Understanding, Confident, Fair, Independent, Doting, Responsible
NEGATIVES
Prideful, Pampered, Stubborn, Naive, Self-sacrificing, Perfectionist, Idealistic, Single-minded, Straight-laced
BIO
Dorian was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and with expectations of greatness. Or at least, that was the plan at any rate. Fact of the matter was, he was the youngest of two children to be born, and given that his mother perished two years later after a long battle with an illness that she couldn't fight off, that position of being the so-called "low man on the totum pole" wasn't going to change.
As he grew, he was given the best that money could afford, as befitting of his noble heritage, though it sheltered him from the harshness of the outside world. But as time went on, it slowly became more apparent that he didn't want to be a noble. He was most comfortable among the servants and the laborers, but especially among the knights and other soldiers. He loved fencing and he loved wielding a sword. He learned how to fight and he learned how to ride. Arranged marriages came and went, but as Dorian grew older and taller, it seemed that he would never lose his childish fascination with justice.
Soon, the time came and everything changed. Dorian and his elder brother were taken to court. Unfortunately, however, they couldn't have picked a worse time. The exalt and her group had departed to defeat Grima, and they didn't come back. Immediately, the court dissolved into chaos as nobles began jockeying for positions, and Dorian retreated back to the family's manor, his image of the world as a just place where the hero always won now shattered beyond recognition.
Letters came and went from court, the younger sibling pleading with the elder to put a halt to the madness and try to stop the Fell Dragon, but to no avail. Instead it was talk of promising Dorian's hand in exchange for a leg up on the competition and tales of how the two brothers would be made into exalts. Finally, Dorian could take it no more. He got his horse and rode to Ylisstol, determination in his eyes. If no one would bother to get their heads out of their asses to solve the problem they were facing, then he would.
When he reached the capitol, he got up in the throne room and made a speech. He scolded the nobility for squabbling like spoiled children over the throne when that was not what the exalt had wanted when she had left to defend them, and he revoked his brother's claims to the throne. He then announced that he would be putting together an elite group to try to stop the Fell Dragon because to just lie down and watch the dragon consume the continent was not what Naga would have wanted for her people. He made a lot of it up on the spot, but it seemed to do the trick. He had inspired the start of a revolution.
He was disowned from his family that very same day and given only a pittance of what he was owed as a noble. He merely shrugged and accepted it, understanding that his brother was only trying to do what was best for him in the long run, and he stated that he could not ask someone to follow him to their death if they did not wish to. He sent out requests to Plegia and Regna Ferox in the hopes of help, but how much he receives he's uncertain. The world has their own problems, and he's not about to ask someone to take on this impossible one if they aren't able to.
OTHER
Despite the fact that it is a slight vulnerability in combat, Dorian wears his hair long, having found it too odd the few times he cropped it short as a child. He instead opts to keep it tied back unless in his private quarters relaxing. A hangover from his days as a pampered noble, he also paints his nails purple, and he's usually careful enough to avoid major chips or cracks despite being an active part of the Knights of Cydonia. His skin is fairly unblemished, but if someone were to look closely, there's a single pale line across the expanse of his left side over his bottom rib, the result of an accidental cut from a sword fight with his elder brother when they were children.
The family's claim to the exalt resides in a distant ancestor from across the sea whose skills on a pegasus were known throughout the kingdom. While attempting to help her liege-lord soothe the kingdom, she was bedded by the drunken exalt, who later apologized and said that they were never to acknowledge their mistake again. She agreed, for the sake of the kingdom and her new marriage, unaware that the child she would later bear would be a bastard child of the exalt. Once the babe was born, however, she could not bear to kill the child and instead raised him as if he were of her husband, the only record of his true father being recorded in her diary while she was on her death bed. It would not be until many generations had passed that the descendants would find out about their true heritage, not more than one hundred years prior to the end of the exalt's line, thus placing them in the running for the position of exalt.
FACE-CLAIM
VOCALOID, gakupo kamui
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