Vendael the Shadowstalker
Dec 14, 2011 19:56:36 GMT -5
Post by stronghammer22 on Dec 14, 2011 19:56:36 GMT -5
Full Name: Vendael (surname unknown)
Other name: Vendael the Shadowstalker
Race: Elf
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Silthrim of Du Weldenvarden
Age: 137
Gender: Male
Birthday:October 30
Eyes: light blue/ grayish
Hair: short ginger hair
Weight: 195
Height: 6'2"
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Vendael wields two daggers when he is participating in close quarter combat. They are curved slightly at the tip, and have serrated blades which make them look as if they have little spikes on the outside edge of the blades. The dagger in his right hand is known as "sundavar stydja", or Shadow's Rest. The dagger in his left hand is known as "du hjodhr lam", or The Silent Hand. The blades are made of an extremely dark metal, very similar to obsidian. The blades' dark handles and mysterious black metal make them nearly impossible to make out at night.
Appearance: Vendael is in extremely good shape. He is taller than most, and is of average weight. His ginger hair is irregular, even for an elf, and with his pale skin some people have mistaken him for a shade before. His eyes are of a peculiar light blue color. They seem as if they are a grayish blue. His ginger hair, grayish eyes and pale skin make him stand out almost anywhere he is, which is why he relies on the shadows and darkness to escape the unwanted attention. He has a jagged scar along his left forearm and part of his bicep. That is his most notable scar, yet he has many more, like the small diamond shaped scar on his brow, and the line along his chin/upper neck. He prefers dark clothing to help blend in at nighttime.
Likes: Nature, nighttime, magic, water
Dislikes: Urgals, the Empire, killing, death,
Strengths: Vendael is extremely skilled with a blade, particularly daggers. His ability to sneak up on almost any person or thing is a skill that has proved invaluable for many years. Among his combat skills he is very skilled with magic and a bow, but he never carries a bow into battle for he dislikes the hindrance towards his movement. Being among nature for most of his life, he knows safe plants to eat and is liked by most animals, being able to form strong bonds with them in a short period of time. He is a very skilled orator and easy to get along with, but he truly trusts no one.
Weakness: Vendael's impulsiveness has gotten him into countless sticky situations, but he somehow manages to escape with his life. He doesn't think before he acts, and he often ends up relying on someone else to help him in battle. His choice to wield daggers into battle gives him a lot of mobility, but it also gives his enemies a huge advantage because they can reach farther than he can. His unwillingness to truly trust someone can create gaps in their friendship, and often times he feels lonely or depressed when he cannot tell anyone of his problems. He is very self-conscious, a problem stemming from his childhood.
Family: Vendael's biological family is unknown. He was kidnapped from the woods near his native village of Silthrim, and somehow ended up in the city of Hodarth, where he was sold to:
Althazar Mogarthsson, Shop owner (deceased)
Norda (surname unknown), Bartender at local pub (deceased)
I don't want to be a rider, I just wanted to provide a little background
Not-So-Brief History:
Vendael's birth parents are unknown, he was kidnapped at a fairly young age and brought to Hodarth, where he lived among humans. Hodarth didn't treat Vendael well, however. He was often teased by the other kids for his delicate elf-like looks. His parents, Althazar Mogarthsson and Norda treated him as if they were his true parents, but made Vendael cover his ears whenever he went out in public. These factors shaped Vendael into a lonely child who trusted no one and resented humans (though he would soon grow out of that resentment).
Although Vendael hated humans, he loved his foster parents. They showed him nothing but love, and he was grateful for them. However, Vendael's world came crashing down on him one fateful day when a band of Urgals attacked Hodarth...
Vendael didn't see much of the fighting. His parents had told him to run and hide in the woods, and don't come back until the scary horned men were gone. He did as he was told, well, he hid for a little while, but his curiosity got the better of him. He crept behind a house and peeked around the corner just in time to see his foster father, Althazar, get killed by a Kull...
The villagers had a hard time finding Vendael after they had fended off the Urgal attack. When they did, he was in a horrible condition. He was in a fetal position in a ditch, bawling his eyes out. Vendael didn't speak for at least another month. He lost both of his parents, the only people in his world that he cared about. After the loss didn't seem as horrible, Vendael made the decision that shaped who he is today. He stole an iron dagger from the blacksmith, and set out that night for the Urgal camp...
Sample Roleplay:
Vendael no longer cared for his safety. Angered by the sudden, violent loss of his parents, he stalked through the pitch black woods, looking for any signs of the Urgals. He spotted a faint glow, and prowled towards it, attempting to see if the light came from a campfire. Sure enough, it did, and one of the huge, hairy beasts that call themselves Urgals was standing by the fire, roasting something. Wretched creatures, Vendael thought Tonight they shall remember me, whether I live past this night or not. He heard the snap of a twig and turned towards the direction from which it came, trying to peer through the darkness to see what made the noise. Moving as silently as possible, Vendael crept forward, dagger at the ready. He moved a few of the bushes that blocked his view, and saw the back of a mighty horned being. With the element of surprise on his side, he leaped out of the bush onto the Urgal, and passed his knife through the Urgals throat before it could react. The Urgal landed with a thud, and he waited, listening for any sign that another Urgal heard it. After what seemed like an hour, he slowly released his breath.
Slowly and methodically Vendael killed off the Urgals, knowing that the element of surprise was the only advantage he had over the Urgals. When at last only one Urgal remained, he stepped into the clearing of the camp and walked into the light.
"URGAL! Your kinsmen are dead! Lay down your arms and hear me, or you too shall taste my blade." Vendael said.
"You think that I am scared of you, little elf. You cannot kill me, and you have not killed all of my tribe. You are trying to scare ME? My kinsmen will come running at the sound of my voice." the Urgal replied, not bothering to hide his arrogance. He bellowed something in a guttural voice and waited. When at last, no other Urgals came, the first hint of fear crossed the Urgals face.
"My blade has tasted the blood of your brothers and sisters. They are all dead, not even having time to react before I slew them. Go now, run and tell your kind that if any of them come across I, the Shadowstalker, they will not live to tell the tale." Vendael said, an icy tone to his voice. And with that, the Urgal turned and fled.
Back to history:
Not much is known of Vendael's life after that. It is almost as if he disappeared for a while. He only recently resurfaced to help the Varden. The authenticity of the above story is even disputed. Why kidnap an elf and send him to live with humans? Urgals pride themselves on killing, so why would the Urgal at the camp flee? There are many questions as to how he got his nickname, but nobody can disagree that he certainly lives up to it.
Other name: Vendael the Shadowstalker
Race: Elf
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Silthrim of Du Weldenvarden
Age: 137
Gender: Male
Birthday:October 30
Eyes: light blue/ grayish
Hair: short ginger hair
Weight: 195
Height: 6'2"
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Vendael wields two daggers when he is participating in close quarter combat. They are curved slightly at the tip, and have serrated blades which make them look as if they have little spikes on the outside edge of the blades. The dagger in his right hand is known as "sundavar stydja", or Shadow's Rest. The dagger in his left hand is known as "du hjodhr lam", or The Silent Hand. The blades are made of an extremely dark metal, very similar to obsidian. The blades' dark handles and mysterious black metal make them nearly impossible to make out at night.
Appearance: Vendael is in extremely good shape. He is taller than most, and is of average weight. His ginger hair is irregular, even for an elf, and with his pale skin some people have mistaken him for a shade before. His eyes are of a peculiar light blue color. They seem as if they are a grayish blue. His ginger hair, grayish eyes and pale skin make him stand out almost anywhere he is, which is why he relies on the shadows and darkness to escape the unwanted attention. He has a jagged scar along his left forearm and part of his bicep. That is his most notable scar, yet he has many more, like the small diamond shaped scar on his brow, and the line along his chin/upper neck. He prefers dark clothing to help blend in at nighttime.
Likes: Nature, nighttime, magic, water
Dislikes: Urgals, the Empire, killing, death,
Strengths: Vendael is extremely skilled with a blade, particularly daggers. His ability to sneak up on almost any person or thing is a skill that has proved invaluable for many years. Among his combat skills he is very skilled with magic and a bow, but he never carries a bow into battle for he dislikes the hindrance towards his movement. Being among nature for most of his life, he knows safe plants to eat and is liked by most animals, being able to form strong bonds with them in a short period of time. He is a very skilled orator and easy to get along with, but he truly trusts no one.
Weakness: Vendael's impulsiveness has gotten him into countless sticky situations, but he somehow manages to escape with his life. He doesn't think before he acts, and he often ends up relying on someone else to help him in battle. His choice to wield daggers into battle gives him a lot of mobility, but it also gives his enemies a huge advantage because they can reach farther than he can. His unwillingness to truly trust someone can create gaps in their friendship, and often times he feels lonely or depressed when he cannot tell anyone of his problems. He is very self-conscious, a problem stemming from his childhood.
Family: Vendael's biological family is unknown. He was kidnapped from the woods near his native village of Silthrim, and somehow ended up in the city of Hodarth, where he was sold to:
Althazar Mogarthsson, Shop owner (deceased)
Norda (surname unknown), Bartender at local pub (deceased)
I don't want to be a rider, I just wanted to provide a little background
Not-So-Brief History:
Vendael's birth parents are unknown, he was kidnapped at a fairly young age and brought to Hodarth, where he lived among humans. Hodarth didn't treat Vendael well, however. He was often teased by the other kids for his delicate elf-like looks. His parents, Althazar Mogarthsson and Norda treated him as if they were his true parents, but made Vendael cover his ears whenever he went out in public. These factors shaped Vendael into a lonely child who trusted no one and resented humans (though he would soon grow out of that resentment).
Although Vendael hated humans, he loved his foster parents. They showed him nothing but love, and he was grateful for them. However, Vendael's world came crashing down on him one fateful day when a band of Urgals attacked Hodarth...
Vendael didn't see much of the fighting. His parents had told him to run and hide in the woods, and don't come back until the scary horned men were gone. He did as he was told, well, he hid for a little while, but his curiosity got the better of him. He crept behind a house and peeked around the corner just in time to see his foster father, Althazar, get killed by a Kull...
The villagers had a hard time finding Vendael after they had fended off the Urgal attack. When they did, he was in a horrible condition. He was in a fetal position in a ditch, bawling his eyes out. Vendael didn't speak for at least another month. He lost both of his parents, the only people in his world that he cared about. After the loss didn't seem as horrible, Vendael made the decision that shaped who he is today. He stole an iron dagger from the blacksmith, and set out that night for the Urgal camp...
Sample Roleplay:
Vendael no longer cared for his safety. Angered by the sudden, violent loss of his parents, he stalked through the pitch black woods, looking for any signs of the Urgals. He spotted a faint glow, and prowled towards it, attempting to see if the light came from a campfire. Sure enough, it did, and one of the huge, hairy beasts that call themselves Urgals was standing by the fire, roasting something. Wretched creatures, Vendael thought Tonight they shall remember me, whether I live past this night or not. He heard the snap of a twig and turned towards the direction from which it came, trying to peer through the darkness to see what made the noise. Moving as silently as possible, Vendael crept forward, dagger at the ready. He moved a few of the bushes that blocked his view, and saw the back of a mighty horned being. With the element of surprise on his side, he leaped out of the bush onto the Urgal, and passed his knife through the Urgals throat before it could react. The Urgal landed with a thud, and he waited, listening for any sign that another Urgal heard it. After what seemed like an hour, he slowly released his breath.
Slowly and methodically Vendael killed off the Urgals, knowing that the element of surprise was the only advantage he had over the Urgals. When at last only one Urgal remained, he stepped into the clearing of the camp and walked into the light.
"URGAL! Your kinsmen are dead! Lay down your arms and hear me, or you too shall taste my blade." Vendael said.
"You think that I am scared of you, little elf. You cannot kill me, and you have not killed all of my tribe. You are trying to scare ME? My kinsmen will come running at the sound of my voice." the Urgal replied, not bothering to hide his arrogance. He bellowed something in a guttural voice and waited. When at last, no other Urgals came, the first hint of fear crossed the Urgals face.
"My blade has tasted the blood of your brothers and sisters. They are all dead, not even having time to react before I slew them. Go now, run and tell your kind that if any of them come across I, the Shadowstalker, they will not live to tell the tale." Vendael said, an icy tone to his voice. And with that, the Urgal turned and fled.
Back to history:
Not much is known of Vendael's life after that. It is almost as if he disappeared for a while. He only recently resurfaced to help the Varden. The authenticity of the above story is even disputed. Why kidnap an elf and send him to live with humans? Urgals pride themselves on killing, so why would the Urgal at the camp flee? There are many questions as to how he got his nickname, but nobody can disagree that he certainly lives up to it.
