Home General Name: Saren Vaelarys Age: September 25 X580 Gender: Male Sexuality: Demisexual Ethnicity, Father: Sevese Ethnicity, Mother: Fiorian Class: Spellhowler Race: Nerach Vampire Rank: D-rank Guild: Guardia Compagnia Tattoo: Left eye, appears as a magic sigil enchanted into the sapphire that replaced his missing eye. Face: Aemond Targaryen - House of the Dragon Appearance Height: 6ft 4in Weight: 85 kg Hair: His hair is a cascade of lustrous platinum blonde, its color so pale it almost appears silver under certain light. The strands are impeccably straight, flowing like spun silk down to his mid-back. Its texture seems both weightless and impossibly smooth to the touch. Though typically worn loose to allow its natural elegance to frame his angular features, he sometimes ties back a portion in a subtle half-up style. This keeps it out of his face while maintaining a regal and effortless sophistication. Each strand seeming meticulously cared for. Reflecting his fastidious nature and enhancing his ethereal otherworldly presence. Eyes: His eyes are a study in contrasts, each uniquely captivating and unnerving. The natural one, a pale lilac hue, shimmers with an almost luminous quality. It radiates a cold intensity that seems to pierce straight through to the soul. The other eye having been ravaged from it's place in his skull, has since been replaced with a flawless sapphire. Its polished surface gleams with a arcane light that almost seems alive in it's own way. Refracting faint ghostly hues that shift with his movements. The sapphire’s smooth unblinking perfection adds an eerie quality, as though it holds secrets hidden within its depths. Together his eyes create a gaze that is both enchanting and chilling. A constant reminder of his past and his unrelenting will. Overall: Saren is an all imposing figure, standing slightly taller than the average man. His lean frame exuding a predacious grace. With a height well over six feet combined with his regal posture and fluid movements. It enhances the impression of an apex predator. His shoulders are broad but not overly so, tapering into a slender waist and long strong legs. His hands are elegant and yet worn on the insides, nails kempt but pointed almost like talons, speaking to both his refinement and training. His face is sharp and angular, with cheekbones high enough to cast shadows under his porcelain skin. With a jawline that is chiseled and severe, leading to a slightly pointed chin that gives him a distinguished presence. A thin set of equally pale lips compliments these striking freatures well. Often set in a contemplative or disdainful line. Though when he does smile, a rarity all it's own, a set of curious sharp canines are revealed. Extra: He treats his clothing as an extension of his calculated persona: sharp, dignified, and designed to intimidate. He favors dark rich fabrics such as black leather, midnight-blue velvets, and deep red silks. Often accented with silver embroidery. His tunics are impeccably tailored to emphasize his slender commanding frame. Made high-collared and buttoned to his throat. Lending an air of mystery and control. Over his tunics, he frequently wears a long, black leather coat lined with dark fur or crimson silk. Its weight giving him an almost cape-like silhouette as it sweeps the ground behind him. The coat is clasped at the shoulders with ornate silver pieces. Around his neck, he sometimes wears a silver chain adorned with small charms or tokens, subtly hinting at his heritage. His foot wear tastes are usual knee-high, crafted from polished black leathers. Silver buckles and intricate patterns etched into the sides. His gloves, when worn, are similarly dark and supple. Fitted so perfectly they seem to be an extension of his hands. Every detail of his appearance is designed to exude dominance and mysterious allure. He does not merely walk into a roon, he claims it. His presence as cold and unrelenting as winter winds, and as dangerous as a beast stalking its prey in the dark. Personality Personality: Saren possesses a personality as intricate and volatile as a storm unleashed. He is fueled by an insatiable drive for knowledge and power, viewing life as a series of challenges to be overcome and mastered. His intellect is razor-sharp, constantly assessing, analyzing, and refining his strategies. A natural tactician, Saren thrives on weaving elaborate plans and navigating the complexities of conflict and politics with a precision that leaves little to chance. Ambition defines him, yet it is balanced by restraint and methodical patience. He rarely acts on impulse preferring to observe, calculate, and strike at the perfect moment. Beneath his composed and calculated demeanor lies a core of intense emotion. Tightly controlled but powerful when it surfaces. His fury, loyalty, or rare glimpses of vulnerability are as all consuming as roaring flames. Though they remain tightly leashed by his discipline. The man's very presence commands respect and attention. Exuding an air of dominance and quiet menace. He intimidates effortlessly, his charisma and carefully chosen words inspiring loyalty or fear in those who cross his path. His disdain for incompetence or chaos often making him seem unyielding. Though he reserves respect for those who demonstrate skill or resilience. Despite his ruthlessness, Saren operates by a personal code of integrity. He fiercely protects the rare few he deems worthy of his trust and holds himself to a high standard. Beneath this poised exterior, however, lies a smouldering intensity. A faint unhinged undertone that people can sense but never fully place. It feels as though a part of him teeters on the edge of breaking free, though his unwavering control ensures it never does. This subtle edge adds an unsettling dimension to his already commanding presence. Making him a figure of both awe and unease. Overall he is a man of contrasts: methodical yet passionate, calculated yet unpredictable. His intellect and charisma are his sharpest weapons next to his combative prowess. Wielded with the precision of someone who knows the world is a battlefield and that he was born to conquer it. Likes:
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Statistics Strength: 2 Speed: 5 Constitution: 11 Endurance: 1 Intelligence: 11 Magic Magic Name: Bane Magic Magic Element: Darkness Magic Enhancement: - Magic Description: Bane Magic is a magic that focuses on causing misery and despair while inflicting damage at the same time. The magic affects the mind of the target when they are harmed and causes them to lose focus on their ability to cast magic. History History: Born on a quiet autumn night in the year X580, to a family whose very reputation held prestiege of it's own design. As the only child of Vaelath and Elyra Vaelarys, his birth was heralded as a continuation of a legacy shadowed in nefarious deeds. His family's namesake belonging to a long standing clan of Nerach Vampires. A lineage that existed in few numbers but carried immense weight in the world of vampire hierachy. The Vaelaryns claim to fame playing an influential role in the exchange of information of all manners. His father Vaelath, a prideful and powerful vampire, was considered a master of both political intrigue and warfare. His mother Elyra, was an elvish woman of exceptional intellect possessing a sharp mind that often rivaled many a scholar. It was her intellect and keen understanding of worldly affairs that had drawn Vaelath to her. Thus Saren was born of the unusual but no less passionate union. From a young age, the boy was educated in the ways of his house. Vaelath was a strict teacher, ensuring that Saren understood from an early age that knowledge was the key to controlling the world. His mother Elyra, taught him the intricacies of diplomacy, negotiation, and the subtle art of influence. They both cultivated in him a honed mind, a disposition that valued intelligence above all else, and a deep understanding of how to manipulate both people and events to their advantage. But Saren’s education was not confined to mere politics. He was trained in the arcane. Magic that would be both a tool and a weapon as he grew older. As the years passed, Saren’s promising capabilities grew evident. He showed a natural aptitude for his family’s craft. Easily grasping the delicate dance of information trading that had been the cornerstone of the Vaelarys family’s success. His father's connections in the world of nobility, espionage, and warfare proved invaluable. Of which he would become the heir apparent to the vast wealth and power his family commanded. The Vaelarys estate, nestled in the heart of a secluded but prosperous region, was more than just a family home. It was a hub of knowings. A place where whispers and secrets flowed for the right price. Saren grew accustomed to the murmur of it's trade, whether it was military intelligence sold to one faction or political gossip exchanged between warring factions. The family name was feared and respected by most and Saren was being groomed to take on the mantle of leadership over it all. But as often happens in the world of power, the very thing that had elevated the Vaelarys family to greatness became their downfall. Having had long held ties with a prominent monster hunting society, both out of preservation and business. They provided them with intelligence that helped wipe out many creatures of the night. It was this alliance that would spell the doom of Saren’s family. One fateful night, a powerful and ruthless pack of werewolves came for them. Long standing enemies of vampires and bitter over the intelligence the Vaelarys family had passed on to their enemies. They had finally decided to exact their revenge and return the unfortunate carnage done unto them. In a single blood-soaked night, the werewolves attacked the Vaelarys estate. The sounds of destruction echoed through the halls of the family’s grand home as the pack, driven by primal rage, tore through. They were not content to simply kill; they were intent on eradicating the bloodline. To extinguish any trace of their existence and influcence from the world forever more. Vaelath and Elyra fought fiercely to protect their son, knowing full well that they could not survive the assault. With their dying breaths, they ensured that Saren was whisked away to safety. Fleeing the burning wreckage of his home with what remained of his personal guard. A pack of werewolves followed swiftly behind. His bodyguards, a small but dedicated band of warriors who had sworn to protect the Vaelarys line, fought valiantly to hold off the werewolves long enough for the frightened boy to escape. The night was dark and full of terror as his guardians made their last stand, each one sacrificing their life to give him a chance at survival. But it was not without a price. During the chaos of the retreat, one of the wolves struck from the darkness. A massive beast with eyes of molten gold caught the running child by surprise, slashing across his face and taking his left eye in a single, vicious strike. Though eventually Saren did manage to escape, the physical and emotional toll of that night would stay with him forever. He had lost everything: his family, his home, his innocence. The once proud heir to the Vaelarys name was now an orphan. His only surviving connection to the world a deep, consuming thirst for vengeance. He had been left with nothing but the ashes of his past and a scar across his face. A constant reminder of the bastards that had taken so much from him. However, he was not one to succumb fully to despair. Instead, choosing to channel the pain of his loss into a singular drive for power. In the years that followed, he honed his body and his mind, cultivating a mastery of both magic and martial skill. He became a notable user of dehabiliting magical arts. One that allowed him to manipulate from the shadows and spread despair. In time Saren sought out a way to rebuild his own infleunces. The answer came in the form of Guardia Compagnia, a bounty hunting guild that operated in and out of the shadows of society. Joining the guild granted him access to vast networks of information once more. The likes of which would prove useful in the hunt to track down the remnants of the werewolf clan that robbed him of everything. And once he did find them, he would be ready deliver on the dues they were owed. Until then, with each passing day his power and influence continues to grow with each deed he performs. He knows that the road ahead is fraught with danger much as before, if not more so now. Now a man of ruthless ambition, Saren is no longer the innocent heir he once was. He is a force to be reckoned with. Cold, calculating, and driven by an insatiable sense of drive. Ready to one day reclaim what was taken from him and to see his enemies pay for their transgressions. The Vaelaryn name may have been shattered but he will not rest until it is restored. Discord: MidMad (Goji) Redeem: Using my Prestige Race Character Creation Ticket that I won in a giveaway for this character. |
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