Alesander Victarion

[Alesander Victarion]

-~<|Name|>~-

Captain Alesander Victarion


-~<|Age|>~-

58


-~<|Gender|>~-

Male


-~<|Allegiance|>~-

Ice Warrior


-~<|Race|>~-

Fairy


-~<|Class|>~-

Warrior


-~<|Weapons of Choice|>~-

Alesander, unlike most of his fairy brethren, prefers the use of close-combat weapons, due to a more upfront personality. However, even though he does fight in close-quarters, he still favours weapons which can keep his enemies out of reach of him, as they would if he was to use a signature bow. For that reason, Alesander wields a nine-foot long, black, oak spear, the last three feet of which is steel, and the first foot of which is also steel. Two, sharp prongs stick out of the side of the shaft near the base of the blade, which can be used almost as makeshift axe heads if he misses a lunge.



Alesander also carries a large, ornate kite shield which he believes is essential in combat. Despite his favouritism for close combat, he likes to keep his enemies at a distance, and due to his natural weakness of iron, he has to make sure iron weapons hit his shield, not his flesh.

-~<|Pet|>~-

N/A

-~<|Inn|>~-

N/A

-~<|Ship|>~-

N/A

-~<|Wings|>~-

N/A

-~<|Appearance|>~-

Alesander has dark, ivory coloured skin, with absolutely no hair on his head. His eyes are quite pale and clear, but they are actually a dull green. He has no set height, as he can change it regularly like all the rest of his kin. Usually, he refrains from wearing anything encumbering, and because he lives in the north, only wears what he needs to keep the cold off him. However, in the rare occurrence when he is in a battle which he has actually had time to prepare for, he wears a full suit of shiny, pale plate, which is made out of steel. His armour has gold-coloured edging, but its not actually gold as he does not have the riches to maintain such a suit.



-~<|Personality|>~-

Alesander is much more upfront that most of his kin, in the way that he believes in a more personal approach to overcome obstacles. For that reason, the fairy is quite tenacious and can be quite violent when his defence is broken, or if he feels threatened. Maybe the most striking feature about him is his loyalty, in every aspect of his life. End of story. However, they are about the only good things that can be said about the warrior.



Alesander is stubborn, and hot-headed, and not the type of stubbornness which can be talked around and turned into tenacity, the stubbornness that causes him to fall into dangerous situations and make it difficult to fight back out of them. The stubbornness that makes it so hard to forgive and forget. The stubbornness which harms himself, and kills his friends.

Alesander has had a very bumpy past, and for that reason it has made very permanent slights upon his mentality. Firstly, he is ashamed of his heritage, and his race, and prefers to remain at human size so that he is mistaken for being one, and only changes when he really needs to. Secondly, he has periods of incredible solemness, where he can be found in total silence, just sitting somewhere. In reality, he is just reminiscing on what has happened to him, simply because he just has an inability to let go. This solemness can be very inhibiting to his performance as a commander because when something reminds him of his past, his performance and reaction time can drastically decrease.

-~<|Role-Play Sample|>~-

Alesander burst out of the hallway in a flurry, his hands slamming into the thick, oak doors carved painstakingly into images of dragons in flight, pushing them open with all his strength. His eyes were met by a drearily overcast day with the slightest hint of rain drizzling on his head and pattering on the nearby roofs of the armory and forge.

The day sounded so similar to any other, the sound of a hammer beating relentlessly onto an anvil, pounding the imperfections out of some sort of weapon-to-be. The clatter of boots, both armoured and not, moving across the finely ground gravel roads below. The scream of a hissing blade as it was quenched of its shimmering heat in a pail of water. But the regretted fairy knew it was not the same, not today.

”Where are they!?” he fretfully asked the Northerner soldier guarding the hall doors, his voice too loud despite how close the two were. ”Where are they taking them?” The man who was paid to stand on sentry so vigilantly, so inexorably, answered only with a point with a mailed finger, and three words. ”The infirmary, sir.”

It didn’t take long for Alesander to reach the column of men moving towards the hospital ward; his feet almost had a mind of their own as they glided down stairs, hurtled around corners and dashed down streets towards their goal. ”Lorian!” His voice carried hurriedly across the stretchers of the wounded, borne by dismal soldiers with blood splattered over their voices, deaf to Victarion’s calls. ”Where is Sergeant Lorian!”

”Over here sir,” the gruff voice came from another sergeant Alesander knew well, surprisingly gentle compared to his peers, and rather empathetic to Victarion’s position. The fairy followed his hand to a stretcher being carried by four strong men, some way away. ”Lorian!” He dodged the multitude of men and wounded as he made his way towards his friend and ally. ”Lorian!”

”Ales?” The response was barely above a whisper, Lorian’s gaze lightened and only opened a sliver, revealing blood red eyes beneath. But that wasn’t the worst of it, not by a long shot. Alesander had to suppress a start of shock as he looked at the quarrel sticking out of his thigh, and another out of his shoulder. His breastplate looked like it had been smashed in with a morning-star, so crumpled and destroyed and useless.

”Oh god, what have you done you idiot!?” Aleasander clasped one of Lorian’s hands in his own and with the other grabbed his uninjured shoulder. He could feel his heart welling up in his throat, threatening to send a bout of tears out his eyes, but he couldn’t let that happen. ”Why in god’s name did you go?”

”…Looks worse than it is,” Lorian’s voice was hardly discernible from him breathing out. ”Had to go… he grunted. ”Had to fight.”

”You have to let him go, sir,” the soldier holding up the stretcher who spoke had little sympathy for Victarion, but he at least had the decency to put some kindness into his voice, if only on the basis of rank. Alesander was deaf to him though, or he chose not to listen.

”You’re not going to die because of this!” Alesander’s voice stammered as he spoke. ”Not because of stupidity! Not now, not here…” His voice broke at the last word, the bass dispersing into a painful squeak, which was as much a slight on his pride than on his loss. ”Please…”

But Lorian didn’t reply to that. He never replied to anything Alesander said ever again. Only stared at him pleadingly through those blood-red eyes. Those veiled eyes. Dying eyes.

”Leave him,” this time the soldier spoke firmly and pushed the fairy away, continuing on, leaving Alesander standing alone amidst of sea of dying allies, the rain finally unleashing its true potential onto the dirty ground. As his clothes saturated in the downpour and the water ran into his eyes, he broke. The fairy swore dangerously loud and turned, punching his fist into a wooden palisade of the house next to the supply line. The wood splintered and a fine imprint of his fist was clearly visible, but his fingers shattered under the force blow, and he swore again as he crumpled, cradling his injured hand.

Lorian had been one of his greatest friends, and had fought by his side so many times they’d always thought they’d die beside each other. Fighting beside each other. But the one time the man had fought on his own, he’d come back like this. Alesander had gained quite a crowd from his outburst, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care, and so he just fell to his knees, gritting his teeth in pain and frustration, refusing to cry, refusing…

The Storm is Coming

[Ice]

You sure they aren't a gay couple?

*rofl*

Welcome back to the site, Khalora.

Accepted.

(It's very different to the concept of fairies, but every race does have people that rebel from the norm).

[Alesander Victarion]

Haha, I know, as I was writing it I thought to myself… you know… this almost sounds like they’re in love…

So I added that bit at the end in, just to be clear that they’re not gay. I had little muse, so I just wrote about something general like losing a friend.

It’s good to be back

[Maccenna]

What's so wrong about having a gay character? Maybe I shoud make a gay Merman! Oooo that would be disturbing.. never mind.

Anyways, Glad to see you rolling about again Khalora/ Victarion!!!