Post by Seron Volari-Blake on Dec 26, 2023 11:47:22 GMT -5
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[attr="class","nametitle"]Seron Volari-Blake
[attr="class","namesubtitle"]"Mercy always has a price."
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Elegance in physical form. From the very start, Seron has always been one to try to blend into the background, to disappear among the throes of the masses and with the varied nature of those living within Clover, he has found it relatively easy to do. Standing at six foot two, he moves with precision and grace from place to place. Holding a lithe and relatively toned form, alongside faintly tanned skin that is dotted with various small scars mostly across his back and a larger singular scar beside his heart, with freckles dotted atop high cheekbones and across his collarbones that show through in the warmest of months. Beyond that is long deep brown hair that on days of freedom tumble freely and spill down his back much like a waterfall, or when working is tied up in some manner - be it a bun, braids or a simply ponytail - Seron is rarely picky as long as it keeps the hair away from his eyes and allows him to work without interruption. In matters of clothing he is similarly adaptable, as long as it does not bother him during his days working and keeps him sufficiently warm then he has little care for fashion as a whole. Though he tends to stick to items he can move around in freely regardless of the occasion, as befitting his element. [attr="class","characterappheader"]Personality A man of all things grey, in every sense of the word. From his eyes to even his morals- there is little Seron takes a black or white stance on. Life simply isn't like that, no matter how careful he may be. In three decades he has carved layers and layers of himself to be shown to the world, parts to be hidden away from all but himself, walls placed around his most delicate emotions that show him for what he is. A broken man with too much pride to allow others to bear witness to it, and in spite of everything it works. At the heart of it all, he has grown adept at lying to himself and projecting such a front onto his own form. His expressions and careful reactions to everything presented to him, all of it little but a falsehood with sparks of something real peeking through the cracks every so often. No matter the situation, above all, he works to keep himself safe. Lest he shatter and show those around him the depths of his anguish. [attr="class","characterappheader"]History "The depths with which you care for others is not a bad thing little brother, I'm a little jealous of it actually. But here it must be carefully honed, sharped like a blade until no one can tell your truth from lies. You understand why, don't you?" He understood why all too well. From the very start of it all, he had never been quite like the rest of his family. As if he were half a step-late in a dance he should know the steps to. Seron was born into a lavish lifestyle, proud nobility of the Spade Kingdom and the second of his father's children - and that perhaps was part of the problem. Unlike his elder half-sister who was marveled at for her brilliance, her cunning nature and blossoming talent with water magic, he was seen as the spare. The extra in case something should happen. Nevertheless, despite his differences he learnt fast, it was necessary for his own survival. Mischievous though he once was, such a factor in his personality was swiftly buried. His powers had bloomed early, barely four and he had tried to use them to play a harmless prank. It had ended with blood smeared across his back and tears streaming down his face at the agony, never again did he dare to do such tricks. His sixth year had been no better, words overheard that enraged him, words of scorn about his mother when the household staff thought him out of earshot. He foolishly lashed out, child-like in his fury, and paid the due price for it that same night by his grandfather's hand. It was his elder sister that visited him later. She warned him, though touched that he cared so strongly for their family - that it would only be used against him. Such was the way of the Spade Kingdom, manipulating and using whatever weakness they could find to get ahead, but they had to be better than that. So the siblings made an agreement, she would help him. How to influence others more with words alone and carry himself as above the others that fought to be in the place in which the Volari family stood - and in turn when they were together apart from the rest of the world? Seron could be himself without the mask of arrogance and deception. So he kept his head down, finding that observing was far more useful then others seemed to think. As he aged, Seron discovered that the scorn and hatred towards his mother ran far deeper than he ever thought. They barely tolerated her presence, the difference coming out from a cousin, she was a commoner. Not worthy to even serve their noble household, let alone sit among them. His father took his cousin's life for his outburst, but the fact remained that it was the truth and it was only his father's high standing in the family that kept them safe. Until it didn't. Talented as he might be with words, it does nothing to stop what occurs. The rest of the entire Volari family turned against them in one unrelenting tide of arrogance and hatred for the depths his father had willingly sunk to for one woman. The fires of anger stoked a few short months after Seron turns fourteen, their entire branch minus his dear sister framed by the one that loathed both his father and mother most of all - that of his uncle - jealousy turned to rage. Framed for treason he and his mother are exiled not only from the Volari line but out of Spade entirely. His sister permitted to remain, supposedly untainted by the rest of her ilk, while his own Father is slain before his very eyes. Fighting it was useless. He never sees his sister again. While they are not attacked on sight, it is not the warmest of welcomes. Having used some ties that his mother still held within Clover, they are granted permission to remain until the proper paperwork is sorted. Hardly a kind start to his fifteenth year. But gradually Seron finds a new normal, in Sosshi alongside his mother. It takes months, but as overwhelming grief fades to an ever present ache, he travels to the nearby tower to gain his own grimoire. With such newly gained power, comes a want to improve himself and perhaps a little of that arrogance remains, and while his desire to do more does not surprise his mother whatsoever. She ensures he promises her one thing, to return back whenever he could unharmed. A test of skill and wit alike are what greet him during the Magic Knight Exams, but nevertheless he passes and is welcomed into the Azure Deer. For a while, life settles into a new normal but nothing lasts forever. Injured on a mission early on due to his own recklessness, he is saved by another, Liana of the Coral Peacocks. He takes it as simply fate barging in to keep him alive, but the two encounter one another more and more frequently and each time she broke down another wall. Yet she does not turn away at who he is, nor the Spade noble he used to be and he cannot help but be enraptured by her for such care. His desire to be dismissed, while his superiors are a little disappointed is not totally unexpected, after five years of service to the Azure Deer, he retires quietly and with little fuss with his Captain's agreement. Liana remains a Magic Knight though massively reducing her duties as to never be sent too far, and it is only a few months later that the pair marry. Settling into Hapshass, it allowed them both a mostly quiet life, and for a while Seron finds peace in doing far more simple work. It is not the life of the nobility he expected, but he takes to life as an archivist well, unaware of the secret being kept. Nevertheless as content as he is, such a feeling pales in comparison to the happiness granted to them both the day their children are born. Twins barely a few minutes apart, all too soon it falls apart and one remains, yet they must persist for their daughter's sake. Despite the pain that lingers, time passes uneventfully as the pair raise their daughter with intermittent travelling as she grows older. Yet after eight years, their luck runs out. Liana kisses their daughter and him goodbye as she heads out with her fellow Magic Knights to stop a large bandit threat that had emerged within the Kingdom. The next knock upon his door is not of his love alerting him to her return, but of those that remained. A letter for him and the remains of the mantle she wore carefully wrapped up. For a time he does little but work, consoling his daughter as best he can and keeping what little routine they can have, but in the night his mind drifts into grief untold. It takes a month until he has gained the mental strength needed to read the letter given to him, her writing hurts all the more, but it told him of a secret long kept. Her superiors knew of course, but she had never spoken a word of it to him. A distant relation, but nobility nonetheless, a Blake and thus through marriage so is he, even if she is no longer there beside him. While the apology she writes softened the blow, it does little to ease his pain, yet instead of seeking answers - he closes himself off almost entirely. For another five months it remains that way, Seron stays where he is, works as he always had but a part of him had been broken. Until he knows he can stay like this no longer. Time to live again. |
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While once a Magic Knight in his youth, Seron does not possess the capabilities of those he once fought alongside. Often times preferring to avoid fighting altogether if he can prevent such violence. Of course, when forced to fight, he most frequently focuses on the more destructive aspects that can be brought forth from his element - the ferocity of the wind - a varied mixture of long ranged strikes to blasts that cover a wide area all the while intermixing this power with subtle illusions to throw a foe off-balance in order to secure victory. During his daily life however, his magical focus is most often that of the finery points of sensory magic, of communicating with others for his work and tracking down those that wish to avoid him.
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Wind | Gold | Junior |
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While once a Magic Knight in his youth, Seron does not possess the capabilities of those he once fought alongside. Often times preferring to avoid fighting altogether if he can prevent such violence. Of course, when forced to fight, he most frequently focuses on the more destructive aspects that can be brought forth from his element - the ferocity of the wind - a varied mixture of long ranged strikes to blasts that cover a wide area all the while intermixing this power with subtle illusions to throw a foe off-balance in order to secure victory. During his daily life however, his magical focus is most often that of the finery points of sensory magic, of communicating with others for his work and tracking down those that wish to avoid him.
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[attr="class","characterappheader2"]DISCORD NAME | Winter |
[attr="class","characterappheader2"]TIMEZONE | GMT/BST |
[attr="class","characterappheader2"]DID YOU READ THE RULES? | Of course! |
[attr="class","characterappheader2"]FACE CLAIM | Dragon Age // Solas |
[attr="class","characterappheader2"]CHARACTER SLOT NUMBER | 1 |
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