Post by lavulpe on Jul 10, 2015 20:59:49 GMT
Character's Full Name: Felix Artanis LaVulpe
Character's Age: 61
Nationality: Lowland Rhodok
Character's Skin Color: Caucasian, darkened and tanned with age.
Eye Color: Sky blue.
Hair Color: Grey/Blonde
Body Markings: Multiple blade scars across the chest and arms, as well as a couple puncture scars in the back.
Occupation: Bishop of the United Makerist Church.
Interests: Practicing medicine, reading, teaching, and strategy games.
Fears: Losing those close to him, being betrayed by others in the church, any kind of Crusade.
Allergies: None.
Personality: Felix is usually very easy going and calm, and often smiling about something. Always willing to help, he will do just about anything if asked nicely enough. He is not fond of fighting, verbal or physical, and will do anything in his power to prevent it if possible. If those he cares about are in danger or injured, his mood switches instantly and he becomes cold and calculating, eliminating any threat to them in the most efficient method he can develop.
Strengths: Has a vast knowledge of medicine and brewing he has gathered from around Calradia over many years, as well as a knowledge of military tactics and politics. He loves the working class and is always ready to help those who need him, even though his aging body disagrees. Also unknown to many, he still retains his marksmanship with a crossbow from his younger days, and his eyes are one of the few senses he has retained over time.
Flaws: Is incredibly protective of those he cares for, and will throw himself in dangers way to protect them. He is extremely distrustful of Nobles, seeing them as stuck up kids who have never worked like a man. Also has a near-fanatical hatred of bandits, and will be the first to summon a group to try and hunt them down. Is nearly useless in a fight due to age and lack of formal training.
Appearance: Stands at a solid 5'10 with his shoes or sandals off, he wears his hair and beard long but tied. In the winter his hair turns more gray than blonde, and his eyes fade to a dull green-ish blue, and in summer his hair brightens again as his eyes turn a bright blue. He is well built with a body used to hard work, but his age is certainly getting to him and causing him to weaken severely.
"Come little one, I will tell you the story of old Papa Vulpe. I was born in a cabin between Veluca and Yalen, in the low hills. Cold place in the winter, more trees than I could count in ten lifetimes. All I had was my father, Iason, and my dear mother Luminara. They were strong people, hard workers, and both of them were sharpshooters for the old king. Let me tell you child, my father could put a bolt through a sparrow, and my mother could split that bolt before they hit the ground! Hehehee! Taught me to use an old hunting cross as soon as i could pull the string back.... Took both hands and a minute or two but by the Maker I got it..... Yes they had crossbows when I was young, I'm not that old... No the wheel wasn't a brilliant new idea in my day... Little runt... Anyway, we hunted those forests for years, brought whatever we caught into town and sold it, it was not a lot but it got us by. I was content with that life, was going to settle down with a girl that lived in town, gorgeous young thing. The Maker had other plans it seemed though. When i was maybe sixteen a group of bandits came through our woods, demanded my father that we hand over all our money and food... And my mother. Before my father had a chance to reply she sent a bolt through the leaders eye. Father ran back inside and locked the door, grabbed his crossbow and they both started shooting. I grabbed my little one and started shooting too." *sniffs slightly, rubbing his nose* "Well, we got some of em, five of em were dead in the yard, and two more limped behind trees. Papa and Mama took their old shields off the wall and kicked the door open, made a moving wall for me to get behind. After we got around the house we just ran. Next I remember we get to a cliff and they just plant their shields in the ground, load their crosses and tell me to keep runnin'. I ran as fast as I could, looked over ma shoulder and saw them shooting again, they had followed us down the hill. Last I saw before I climbed down the hill was Papa pulling his hunting knife out of his coat and Mama yankin' a bolt out of the shield cus she had ran out of her own. That was the last i saw of em." *sniffs again, rubbing his eyes* "Well I kept on going til' I couldn't run any further. I collapsed and cried till the sun went down. When it came up the next day i went back to the cliff, nothing there but blood in the grass. Went up to the cabin and it was burnt down, ashes were still hot. Noticed for the first time I still had my little crossbow, I had squeezed it so tight there were marks in the wood. I got up and went into the woods, got some sticks, and made myself some bolts. Got some feathers from geese landings by the ponds, and by the Maker I hunted every one of those bastards down.... Sorry, buggers... Two winters passed before I got all of them. Got some others too, and I don't regret it either. After that I just started walking again, went pretty far east and ran into a little town with all kinds of people in it. Tried to hunt but there was no game there, and an old monk named Brachev found me when I was down on my luck. Bought me some robes, showed me the churches, and I got to work as a monk. Read all the scripture until I put it to memory. Learned some medicine, killed some more bandits, and somehow survived a revolution. Got some knots on my head but I made it, crazy hooded buggers... That was an interesting place that Opal. After a while there the Head Bishop needed a Old Makerist Bishop, and I was the only priest alive at that point so I guess I fit the bill. Got my promotion, gave me a fancy hat and next thing I know I'm the man in charge. Did the best I could but that didn't last too long, the town got abandoned and I went travelling again. Learned medicine from all over the land, you wouldn't believe what the Khergits can do with a few herbs. I swear some of those Sarranid Ajams could make a bandage out of sand, amazing what they could find. I built churches all over the southern regions, ran into the Hallbjorn clan there. Bunch of violent Nords, but damned effective and the leader liked me for some reason, perhaps it was because I gave them free ale at the inn. Regardless after that I went East. I met Vitaly out there on the those roads, the boy was so spry and kind back then, he has been through so much now.. I did all I could for the poor soul, and if I see him again I will do the same... I owe him my life little one, don't disrespect that man. He has seen more in his life than you will all of yours!.. I'm sorry child, I lost my temper. Where were we... Ah the Marshes. Settled down outside of Nantes for quite some time, ran the church inside of the town and the village outside of it. We had the most beautiful weddings there, right by the ocean. I will never forget that Vaegir girl's face, so happy. Straw Hatters everywhere, you don't need to learn about them. Eventually I had to leave there too, more churches needed built and I left some monks behind. Went to the far north on a mission, the nords there didn't mind me much. Met Hallbjorn up there too, I swear those Nords followed me like a shadow. Probably for the best too. A load of madmen calling themselves Makerists took over my abbey, had to use Hallbjorn to put them to the blade. Repeatedly. Left the abbey in capable, sane, hands and traveled south again. After a while I came across this little place. Funny how I survived all of that and made it here to you little one. Pure luck some call it, but I think the Maker took me here for a reason. Now it is time to rest child, it's time for a nap.... No you don't have to, but I am."
Character's Age: 61
Nationality: Lowland Rhodok
Character's Skin Color: Caucasian, darkened and tanned with age.
Eye Color: Sky blue.
Hair Color: Grey/Blonde
Body Markings: Multiple blade scars across the chest and arms, as well as a couple puncture scars in the back.
Occupation: Bishop of the United Makerist Church.
Interests: Practicing medicine, reading, teaching, and strategy games.
Fears: Losing those close to him, being betrayed by others in the church, any kind of Crusade.
Allergies: None.
Personality: Felix is usually very easy going and calm, and often smiling about something. Always willing to help, he will do just about anything if asked nicely enough. He is not fond of fighting, verbal or physical, and will do anything in his power to prevent it if possible. If those he cares about are in danger or injured, his mood switches instantly and he becomes cold and calculating, eliminating any threat to them in the most efficient method he can develop.
Strengths: Has a vast knowledge of medicine and brewing he has gathered from around Calradia over many years, as well as a knowledge of military tactics and politics. He loves the working class and is always ready to help those who need him, even though his aging body disagrees. Also unknown to many, he still retains his marksmanship with a crossbow from his younger days, and his eyes are one of the few senses he has retained over time.
Flaws: Is incredibly protective of those he cares for, and will throw himself in dangers way to protect them. He is extremely distrustful of Nobles, seeing them as stuck up kids who have never worked like a man. Also has a near-fanatical hatred of bandits, and will be the first to summon a group to try and hunt them down. Is nearly useless in a fight due to age and lack of formal training.
Appearance: Stands at a solid 5'10 with his shoes or sandals off, he wears his hair and beard long but tied. In the winter his hair turns more gray than blonde, and his eyes fade to a dull green-ish blue, and in summer his hair brightens again as his eyes turn a bright blue. He is well built with a body used to hard work, but his age is certainly getting to him and causing him to weaken severely.
"Come little one, I will tell you the story of old Papa Vulpe. I was born in a cabin between Veluca and Yalen, in the low hills. Cold place in the winter, more trees than I could count in ten lifetimes. All I had was my father, Iason, and my dear mother Luminara. They were strong people, hard workers, and both of them were sharpshooters for the old king. Let me tell you child, my father could put a bolt through a sparrow, and my mother could split that bolt before they hit the ground! Hehehee! Taught me to use an old hunting cross as soon as i could pull the string back.... Took both hands and a minute or two but by the Maker I got it..... Yes they had crossbows when I was young, I'm not that old... No the wheel wasn't a brilliant new idea in my day... Little runt... Anyway, we hunted those forests for years, brought whatever we caught into town and sold it, it was not a lot but it got us by. I was content with that life, was going to settle down with a girl that lived in town, gorgeous young thing. The Maker had other plans it seemed though. When i was maybe sixteen a group of bandits came through our woods, demanded my father that we hand over all our money and food... And my mother. Before my father had a chance to reply she sent a bolt through the leaders eye. Father ran back inside and locked the door, grabbed his crossbow and they both started shooting. I grabbed my little one and started shooting too." *sniffs slightly, rubbing his nose* "Well, we got some of em, five of em were dead in the yard, and two more limped behind trees. Papa and Mama took their old shields off the wall and kicked the door open, made a moving wall for me to get behind. After we got around the house we just ran. Next I remember we get to a cliff and they just plant their shields in the ground, load their crosses and tell me to keep runnin'. I ran as fast as I could, looked over ma shoulder and saw them shooting again, they had followed us down the hill. Last I saw before I climbed down the hill was Papa pulling his hunting knife out of his coat and Mama yankin' a bolt out of the shield cus she had ran out of her own. That was the last i saw of em." *sniffs again, rubbing his eyes* "Well I kept on going til' I couldn't run any further. I collapsed and cried till the sun went down. When it came up the next day i went back to the cliff, nothing there but blood in the grass. Went up to the cabin and it was burnt down, ashes were still hot. Noticed for the first time I still had my little crossbow, I had squeezed it so tight there were marks in the wood. I got up and went into the woods, got some sticks, and made myself some bolts. Got some feathers from geese landings by the ponds, and by the Maker I hunted every one of those bastards down.... Sorry, buggers... Two winters passed before I got all of them. Got some others too, and I don't regret it either. After that I just started walking again, went pretty far east and ran into a little town with all kinds of people in it. Tried to hunt but there was no game there, and an old monk named Brachev found me when I was down on my luck. Bought me some robes, showed me the churches, and I got to work as a monk. Read all the scripture until I put it to memory. Learned some medicine, killed some more bandits, and somehow survived a revolution. Got some knots on my head but I made it, crazy hooded buggers... That was an interesting place that Opal. After a while there the Head Bishop needed a Old Makerist Bishop, and I was the only priest alive at that point so I guess I fit the bill. Got my promotion, gave me a fancy hat and next thing I know I'm the man in charge. Did the best I could but that didn't last too long, the town got abandoned and I went travelling again. Learned medicine from all over the land, you wouldn't believe what the Khergits can do with a few herbs. I swear some of those Sarranid Ajams could make a bandage out of sand, amazing what they could find. I built churches all over the southern regions, ran into the Hallbjorn clan there. Bunch of violent Nords, but damned effective and the leader liked me for some reason, perhaps it was because I gave them free ale at the inn. Regardless after that I went East. I met Vitaly out there on the those roads, the boy was so spry and kind back then, he has been through so much now.. I did all I could for the poor soul, and if I see him again I will do the same... I owe him my life little one, don't disrespect that man. He has seen more in his life than you will all of yours!.. I'm sorry child, I lost my temper. Where were we... Ah the Marshes. Settled down outside of Nantes for quite some time, ran the church inside of the town and the village outside of it. We had the most beautiful weddings there, right by the ocean. I will never forget that Vaegir girl's face, so happy. Straw Hatters everywhere, you don't need to learn about them. Eventually I had to leave there too, more churches needed built and I left some monks behind. Went to the far north on a mission, the nords there didn't mind me much. Met Hallbjorn up there too, I swear those Nords followed me like a shadow. Probably for the best too. A load of madmen calling themselves Makerists took over my abbey, had to use Hallbjorn to put them to the blade. Repeatedly. Left the abbey in capable, sane, hands and traveled south again. After a while I came across this little place. Funny how I survived all of that and made it here to you little one. Pure luck some call it, but I think the Maker took me here for a reason. Now it is time to rest child, it's time for a nap.... No you don't have to, but I am."