-Character History
The birth of Senghor Vilhjalmr was a example of what true love could do under the blessing winter with its early embrace for two lovers, their son was a manifestation of their dreams and hopes for a healthy lineage before their passing.
Senghor is the son of two parents who's names he keeps to himself, both lovers came from individual homes from the deserts of Ekytol, yet when their eyes first met, their shackles shed and the concept of a boy took to life in the loins of his father.
From the day he was born, Senghor showed promise in whatever he did, yet his most prominent ability was with combat, due to his growing issues with anger he attained a quick sense of brutality in combat. Whence he trained under his father under the longsword single-handedly, his movements were violent, unpredictable and feral at first. Yet soon they held the gracious flow of a dance, a deadly dance, due to his fathers teachings and unspoken background, the old man seemed to be knowledgeable on how his son moved, hence for most of his sons youth till he and his wife passed, he hardened his son in brawling, unarmed combat and swordsmanship.
Vilhjalmr drew from his fathers artistic style of violence, brutality and flow in combat and modified it as he went on, to this day, he's still drawing inspiration on how to utilize his body like a weapon whilst letting the mind be beastly and the body, graceful.
As he grew up, Senghor's mother kept him calm and sang to him whenever the chance emerged, she was a motherly influence to him, taught him how to care and love a woman, gave her heirloom to him, a necklace to pass down to his first child as well. Most of his strength came from either running around and away in Sunberth and combat with his father, hunting small critters was a past time for him, as was learning of life, observing Sunberth held more teachings than any book he'd read, and his parents also taught him what he now knows.
A question he always sought from his parents was their origins when he grew, yet his mother would hush his curious nature and always whisper, "A tale told naught like a tale found...", those words always confused him, as the would any child and adult who didn't know what she was talking about.
Prior to him being an adult, his parents shortly died, never telling him about their lives before they conceived him. This drove him to 'take care' of himself, yet because of self-hatred and sadness he drove himself into wasting his parents belongings and money on drugs, drink and whores, using those things to ebb away the void that seemed to be growing within him.
As the money he had began to diminish, he became indebted, and couldn't pay, he even considered selling his family heirloom yet retained self-control and cast away the thought from his mind. One a sombre night for him, when others spent their lives with whores and drink, his debtors came and impetuously set alight his home, taking it as payment and believing Senghor would die in the flames.
Yet it'd seemed like a guiding hand was astray that eve, the young man survived the fire and slipped out into the shroud of the night unscathed.
From afar he watched as his home danced in a fervourous flame that devoured it hungrily, he felt his rage well up and swore to let his parents rest in peace, he watched as the fires engulfed his entire childhood and in that waking moment of sadness, hatred and lust for revenge, his mothers words came to him after so many years, he saw that instead of asking his parents of where they came he'd need to seek their origins on his own.
His mind told him to seek their origins thereafter, yet he knew he wasn't ready and so he blended in with the residents of Sunberth, for some years he remained hidden from sight and sound and on some occasions he was nearly found yet he quickly ran and disappeared amidst the chaos and clatter of the city. Now, at a proficient age he gathered what money he could and disappeared from Sunberth, letting his feet stride through the sand and existence through the wind knowing naught about where it'll lead.
He finds himself ready to find the truth his parents never told yet wanted him to seek, seeking neither fame nor fortunes, whores or women, glory and exaltation, he merely wishes to find the shrouded truth and all its splendor, he knows it's a dark path to what he seeks.
He's no fable-weaver, for his story will tell itself. |
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Senghor Vilhjalmr 
by Senghor Vilhjalmr on April 4th, 2013, 11:57 pm 
