Post by Erik on Jul 7, 2009 18:32:39 GMT -5
Name:
Ven Sigmund
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male
Age:
16
World of origin:
Daevir
Allegiance:
Leader of the Thieves Guild
(Lord of the Rogues)
Description:
Hair Color/Length: Blue/Black, short
Eye Color: Blue
Body Build: Slim
Complexion: Pale
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 110 lbs
Apparel: Ven's most common apparel has to be a navy shirt, white gloves as well as a scarf. His outfit can change, but it's what you'll most likely see him in. He also wears a black hat with a blue ribbon tied on it, as well as a black coat. Sometimes the scarf is replaced with a tie.
Summary:
Ven isn't the most muscular individual you could see, but he does have a striking appearance. He wears an eye patch on his right eye, something that probably makes him to appear to be older then he really is. His complexion is pale, for he often covers up to often to even risk getting burned by ultra-violet rays. Plus, what would he really achieve from tanning? His outfits vary, depending on his mood. While he'd often be found in rich based clothes, if he has to wear something to blend in, he will.
Skills/Weapons:
.::Blades::. - He has an excellent skill with blades, finding them the most simple of weapons to wield. Where he doesn't carry a sword around, don't be shocked if he's carrying a knife of sorts on him somewhere.
.::Bows::. - He has slight interest for archery, but knows it's better for a far off combat. It makes assassination easier, that is, if you know how to wield one right. It'd be easier to hide a killing with a bow, rather then with another weapon. This is why he'd prefer it on a mission of sorts.
.::Staves:: - Where he doesn't prefer them, he can use them. Nothing much else to state.
.::Agility::. - Agility comes natural, especially to an individual like him. He needs it to be skilled at combat, without it, he might as well be useless.
Personality:
Ven may be a child, but he acts far from it. He has a rich status, but doesn't boast about it. He tends to keep hidden, and prefers to be secretive with such matters. He's serious, and more mature then any kid around his age should be. He likes to plan things out, rather then rushing through things. Even if he's intelligent, he's still human, meaning he does have his occasional idiotic moments. However, it's rare. He also has a strong fascination with the fabled Sacred Weapons. One of his achievements is to get a hold of one. He isn't the type to share his feelings, in fact, he's more to keep to himself then seek company.
History:
It was a stormy night in the land of Sur'ryn, the acclaimed land of criminals, home base of the Thieves Guild. Ven Sigmund had lived a rather enjoyable life, born into the family of Lila and Erris Sigmund. His family loved him, as he returned the emotion, for he was rather secluded from his peers, even at the age of twelve. It all ended on that night, however.
His father was in the Thieves Guild, and was a target of a criminal group that he had been ordered to work against in the past. It haunted him, and would lead to his death. The mansion creaked and moaned it's protest against the harsh winds, which seemed abnormal for the occasion. Hardly anyone or anything stirred, as if they knew what would happen. Ven sat in a quiet room with his parents, sitting in a chair by the fireplace. They were speaking in hushed tones, as they always did. They may have loved him, but they were always hiding something from him.
He scowled, instead of wondering what they were talking about, he picked up a book to read. Then, things got interesting. Glass broke in the higher chambers of the home, servants panicked, and his father looked tense. Ven had his guard down, not taking interest in such things. As far as he was concerned, this happened daily. To tell the truth, he should have been asleep, yet his parents were fixated on the thought of keeping him downstairs, and up. They claimed it was family bonding time, while Ven claimed it as suspicious.
He fought the suspicion down for to long, before getting out of his seat. There were men in the room, garbed in dark clothing, but how did they get in here this fast? He swore, noticing his father already had a sword and was yelling threats at the men. It didn't persuade them in the least bit, for they shot an arrow at his mother, which pierced her throat with precise accuracy. An arrow, never mind they had swords. Then again, it was easier to tempt their main target into a rage-fit state this way. With that, it'd be easier to kill him off.
One of the men grinned, where his father panicked. Ven didn't know what to take of this, it all happened so quickly. If he was normal, he may be panicking at the moment, instead; he looked as if he were a statue. One of the men lunged at Ven, striking his right eye with a blade. Ven hissed as sudden pain struck him, and his father yelling some insult. Followed by the odd words 'mess with the thief, your off the hook. Mess with his family, your dead.' He didn't know what it meant, a thief? He had no clue his father was a thief, nor was he sure he wanted to know.
It was sure, this assassination was his fault, for being part of a bigger plot then he should be. While he loved his father, he now hated him. Why the hell would he risk his family in this manner? He assumed he'd figure it out later, but not now. Now he had to get away, get help. His father played as a perfect distraction, even insisting Ven got out of there. There was no doubt, Erris would be dead before the night was over.
Ven got to the entrance of the mansion, loosing a large amount of blood in the process. His head throbbed, vision blurred, but the natural instinct to live and survive fought itself over fear. He wouldn't die, he couldn't die. He got outside, rain in an outrageous outpour as he did so. If there was a god, it was working against him. There was no doubt. Luck wasn't on his side, but it didn't stop him from trying. He got to the streets, before slipping out of conscious, black filled every aspect of his vision, and his last thought was the wonderment of death. He wondered if it felt this way when you died, and it probably did.
He awoke in a physcian's office, with men crowding around him. His vision to the right was practically dead, black. It hurt, but he ignored it, his attention on the men before him. They spoke of some political sounding matters before he was awake, and one of them gave a grin. "Well, kid. Looks like your next on the list," He responded in a gruff voice, causing Ven's eye to narrow. What list? He wasn't aware of any list. "Why are you here?" He demanded quickly, causing the group of men to laugh. "The Lord of Rogues, your father, is dead. He told us of your talent, and you have no choice but to be our leader." He stated bluntly.
Well, that was odd. So that's what his parents were hiding. "Plus," another man added in. "If you join us without a fuss, you can avenge your mother and father. With honor, and overthrow the damned people who put them in Sur'ryn." That was all he needed, before Ven agreed. He was put through all the conditions, and passed them all. Leading the Guild in four years, before his attention was split.
It was between getting revenge, and a Sacred Weapon. Something that brought power, glory, and immortality to it's owner. He'd hunt it, but was still burdened with the Thieves Guild. As steady payment for leading the Guild, some of the members would help him obtain what he looked for. It was perfect, a decent plan; and he planned to carry it through. Even if it lead to his death, he'd still ensure to avenge his parents. Even if that seemed like a mere excuse.
Even if it doesn't seem like it, he feels guilty for not aiding his parents. He left them to die, and blamed part of it on himself. He knows leading the Guild now would lead to the same thing if he ever had a family when he got older. So he separated himself, and kept his emotions hidden. No one will go through what he went through. He'd ensure it.
RP Sample:
(Taken from this RP, with another character.)
Another boring day in Sarnora, nothing new, everything old. However, that didn't stop Caedo from finding at least some amusement. Hell, he was even wearing a candle on his head. Never mind that the metal or wax could easily burn him, he was still going to wear it. Magic, it helped a bit, one could assume... It'd probably explain why the candle was sitting upright instead of falling down and causing a fire. Plus, he was to lazy to hold the candle, so why not wear it? He heard a faint noise from the dining room, so he decided he'd settle for that room. As he stepped in he saw someone in the window seal, undoubtedly a crook. Oh well, what harm could the man do? If he tried to steal anything, Caedo could easily give him the beating of his life. Oh, but he didn't want a violent approach.
He stared at the man for a second before grinning, "Ah! A guest, I hardly have any of those. Now, why don't we be a pair of sophisticated adults and settle for some tea?" Well, that was more of a rhetorical question more then anything else, but it'd do. He walked over to the table, taking the candle off of his head and setting in the middle of blasted thing. There was already sweets and food layed out, for Caedo had set them there earlier to eat them - along with drinking tea - later on. He sat down, and kicked one of the chairs so the stranger could sit. "I must ask," he paused abruptly, grabbing a container and pouring tea into the individual cups. "why did you bother coming here, of all places?"
With that, he picked up the cup and sat it by the seat he had motioned the stranger to sit in. This was bound to be interesting, one could say.
