[Verified by Nemesis] Vizayas Zalerius

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Vizayas Zalerius

Postby Vizayas on January 24th, 2014, 1:49 am

Vizayas Zalerius
I am everything I desire to be.
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About
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APPEARANCE
Wearing drab and simple attire with a black fur mantle, Vizayas is usually rather simple to comprehend. He has a slight athletic build, and he is remarkably short standing at a five feet and five inches in height. His arms, legs, fingers and toes are well proportioned, not particularly bony, nor fat, nor long in proportion to the rest of his body. That's not to say everything will be the same the next time you meet him.

He bares inquisitive eyes with brown irises adorned with thin but subtle eyebrows. He has wavy black hair that descends to just below his chin, combed more often than not. Vizayas carries himself with pride and can often be seen with a slight smile. His skin is a slightly darkened tan.

 
PERSONALITY
While he tries to be charming as much as he can, Vizayas is a man preoccupied with learning, discipline, and wishful thinking. He seeks to understand all that is hidden from him, and he is willing to go to great lengths to do so.

He believes that strength and patience together are stronger than any magic, and values this ideal greatly. As such, he isn't keen on starting a conflict without the necessary information or skills to pose a challenge to his opponents. He does carry opinions of people but does not flaunt them openly, preferring friendship and idle chatter over making enemies.

He carries an open mind when it comes to the unknown, and that includes magic. His religious beliefs may be much more narrow - it may be difficult to change his opinion of certain gods, particularly of Lhex and inherently evil deities. Vizayas doesn't commonly talk about his beliefs as they are unique enough to be somewhat unsettling.

Vizayas is overwhelmingly kind. He would never latch on to petty things or judge another by a glance. He can be quite naive, and possibly too trusting. His personal secrets will pour forth should one ask about his past, but he will not betray someone unless there is no other choice and for good reason.

Bearing an inquisitive personality, Vizayas spends much of his time mulling over information to get at the secrets hidden just underneath the surface, something that is rewarding yet less of a risk than physically seeking them out. As such, he always seems to be coming up with new ideas and has a knack for piecing things together.

Vizayas wants to see the world, or at least build his own future. He doesn't want to be limited by constraints imposed by gods or nature, so he works hard to attain the unattainable. To Vizayas, living true to his philosophy is an uphill battle.

He loves the outdoors, enjoying the solitude of nature. But he also considers nature to be cruel. He justifies taking the life of prey as the natural thing to do, and something necessary for goods such as furs, glue, and meat. He values sentient life over non-sentient.

 
BELIEFS
Vizayas holds Rhaus in great reverence. He believes in creating his own fate and would rather Lhex stay out of it - Rhaus symbolizes this. Ionu is a given, being from Alvadas. He finds the god to be a bit confusing, and would like to know more about the strange deity. Vizayas wants to see the world constantly changing on the accord of individual wills contributing, not some god dictating anything or everything that happens in the world. He holds a passing respect for Sylir, but knows little about the god.

 
INJURIES
None serious so far.
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General
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RaceHuman
GenderMale
Age19 years
Birth date88th Summer 495 AV
Birth PlaceAlvadas
Height5'5"
Weight109 lbs
ProfessionSquire
LocationSyliras
BeliefsSylir, Rhaus, Ionu
Likes Knowledge, Magic, Wilderness, Helping
Dislikes Fate, Impossibilities, Ridicule, Failure
AspirationsLearn, Practice, Protect
Fluent LanguageCommon
Basic LanguageNader Canoch
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Principles
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  • Forthcoming..
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HISTORY
Buried tales of earth and intrigue.
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Origin
Alvadas, city of the confounded. The place where Vizayas grew up. His parents were peculiar, for his father carved wood and loved to tell stories while his mother was highly intelligent and flighty. Vizayas was relatively sheltered, but took an interest in wildlife which his mother encouraged. He later found out that she was a mage, and he was taught almost everything she knew about magic and even initiated him into the ones she knew. She also taught him some Nader Canoch, among other things. She disappeared in 508.

The loss of his mother tore apart his relationship with his father. He became more independent, even with the man constantly trying to stop him from setting out into the city or the wilds. Through a turn of events, he found himself interested in Rhaus, and grew to hate Lhex. He also wanted to know what happened to his mother, so he decided to hunt for clues every chance he could get.

After many years, he gave up. There was a ship to Syliras, so he said farewell to his current life and began anew. In Syliras, he took an interest in the knights and made it a goal to become one someday. His interests also expanded to the inner workings of the city and the wilderness. Today, he is a squire. Tomorrow, he will probably still be one. But he might just be a little bit different.
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Vizayas
Squire Mage
 
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Location: Syliras
Race: Human
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Skills, Lore, & Gnosis

Postby Vizayas on January 24th, 2014, 2:57 am

KNOWLEDGE
All Must Be Known
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Skills
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Magic
Skill Total Experience
Shielding31 - Competent15RB, 11SP, +1+2+2
Morphing30 - Competent26SP, +1+2+1
 
Physical
Skill Total Experience
Riding8 - Novice8SP
Endurance7 - Novice+3+2+2
Unarmed Combat4 - Novice+1+2
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Acrobatics3 - Novice+1+2
Brawling1 - Novice+1
Running1 - Novice+1

 
Mental
Skill Total Experience
Leadership15 - Novice5SP, +1+1+3+2 +3
Teaching4 - Novice+2+2
Tactics5 - Novice+1+2+2
Intelligence9 - Novice+2+1+2+1+3
Meditation7 - Novice+2 +2+1+2
Observation27 - Competent+4+2+4+4+2 +3+3+2+3
Socialization14 - Novice+5+2+3+3+1
Investigation9 - Novice+5+2+2
Rhetoric4 - Novice+2+2
Organization3 - Novice+1+2
Deduction4 - Novice+3+1
Philosophy14 - Novice+1+1+3+3+2 +2
Research6 - Novice+1+3+2
Planning5 - Novice+2+2+1
Negotiation2 - Novice+1+1
Interrogation3 - Novice+3
Intimidation3 - Novice+1+2
Escape Artist1 - Novice+1
Stealth4 - Novice+1+2+1
Logic2 - Novice+1+1
Land Navigation1 - Novice+1
Persuasion1 - Novice+1
Subterfuge2 - Novice+2
History2 - Novice+2

 
Craft
Skill Total Experience
Singing2 - Novice+2
Drawing1 - Novice+1
Massage1 - Novice+1
Cosmetology2 - Novice+2
Animal Husbandry1 - Novice+1
Lores
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People
Molly: Street UrchinSyliran Knights: How they were founded
Konti: Female race who are seers and can breathe underwaterKonti: Worship Rak'keli and Avalis
Syliran Knights: Heirarchy and responsiblies of each rankSyliran Knights: Different types of knights

 
Places
Location: Antinous Training GroundsN/A

 
Martial
N/AN/A

 
Mental
(SP) Religion: Rhaus(SP) Lhex, God of Fate
Meditation: Mother's Proper PostureMeditation: Relaxation of Mind and Body
Meditation: Separation of Mind and BodyFasting: Drink Water
Medicine: "Waking" a "Sleeping" LimbSylir: God of peace and civilization
Myri: Goddess of warTyveth: God of honor, justice, valor, chivalry, truth
Yahal: Purity and faithfulnessEyris: Goddess of knowledge
Priskil: Goddess of hopeDangers of blind faith

 
Magic
Djed: Everything
Djed: Constantly ChangingDjed: Building Blocks of Magic
Djed: Replenished Through EatingMagic Can Be Addictive
Magic Is Not a ToyOvergiving: Sweet Whispers
Dangers of OvergivingMorphing Tactics: Head to Feet
Morphing Tactics: Feet to HeadMorphing Tactics: Arms to Body
Morphing: The Process of ChangeMorphing: Initiation
Morphing: A Loss of IdentityMorphing: Shifting the Shape of Djed
Morphing: ModelsMorphing: Creating a Model
Partial Transformation: Eagle FeathersShielding: Tasking
Shielding: Partial Body ShieldPartial Morph: Red Skin

 
Craft
Leadership: A leader must look after those he leadsLeadership: The defining characteristics of a strong leader
Leadership is like a religionLeadership: First be a follower to learn what it takes to be a good leader
Teaching and positive reinforcement go hand in handLeadership: A fair leader prevails
Teaching: Different learning stylesLeadership: Believe in yourself
Leadership: The importance of social skillsObservation: The perks of eavesdropping
Observation: A Sixth SenseLeadership: People are more likely to follow a stylish leader.
Teaching: Make real life comparisonsLeadership: Don’t do things you wouldn’t want your team to do.
Teaching: Let your student learn somethings for themselves.Teaching and leadership go hand in hand
Leadership: Learn the trade inside and outLeadership: Work as an equal even to those beneath you.
Leadership: A leader is like a figureheadTeaching:Act like a second father to your students, but don’t coddle them.

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Audius
ImageAudius - 1 Mark
First level bards, The Marked, automatically receive the gifts of Listening, Relative and Absolute Pitch, and Resonance. In terms of listening, bards can ‘hear’ within 50 feet of their location. And they can resonate with things they can ‘hear’ or see. While marked bards at a singular mark do not have access to Ultrasound and Acoustic Projection, they do have a limited capacity with Infrasound. Their infrasound can travel upwards of a mile and gives them a taste of what higher marked bards can do. Bards at this level can perform mimicry and cancel sound. Marked musicians tend to play beautifully and pick up new forms of music quickly due to their understanding of Relative and Absolute Pitch, Ultrasound and Infrasound.

SP Gnosis approved via HD. Mentioned in ST secrets.

Gnosis Story:
Secret :
A Note Once Fated



It was a particularly chaotic day but his mind had found some things of interest to him, a place to recollect from. He had a rather simple job working for his father in the mornings, but he rarely had need of him for he was fairly isolationist and impatient, considering Vizayas to be more of a distraction than a useful apprentice due to his inexperience. Sometimes he felt a little useless, so Vizayas made good use of his time by burying his face in one of the several books his father had purchased as gifts for his mother, who loved them.

Today he had chosen to read about Rhaus. It was a journal written by an author that he could tell had a love for stories and a passion for music and adventure. It was rare for a man to travel outside the familiar binds of one city and the comfort of family, but this man did. He was a swordsman who could play the ocarina, and he wanted nothing more than to learn about the world and make people happy. The author's musings as well as the man's unpredictable nature fascinated Vizayas. From this book he had learned something new about Rhaus; he supported creating a destiny for yourself. From what little Vizayas knew about Lhex, fate was at times either blessed or cruel.

Some time had passed and the hours went by as Vizayas contemplated what he had read. He wanted to grasp what it all meant, the consequences of fate, if it was real. He believed the gods were real, particularly due to the magic he practiced and the illusions that Alvadas was rife with, but he had never really considered actively praising one until now. He thought about the things he liked that Rhaus represented. Breaking the binds of fate was the biggest, but he loved stories and even music sometimes. He couldn't really think of anything he didn't like, so he believed in a way that Rhaus was perfect for him.

Rhaus is quite knowing for a god. He thought, unconsciously nodding to himself in agreement. His thoughts trailed to the author of the book once more, leaning forward with his elbow on his knee and his fist supporting his chin, bearing an expression containing deep contemplation. What I would give to meet a man like the one in this book. It was quite a proposition, but how?

Vizayas let his arms fall to his side as he fell back in his father's chair, thinking deeply on the subject. After some deliberation, an idea formed in his head. Perhaps the man would like his journal back. That would be more than enough of an excuse to seek him out. Yes... The matter, in Vizayasas' mind, was settled as far as he was concerned. He would deliver this journal to the bard if he's in town, and wait for him otherwise. He hadn't a clue where to look, so he picked up the book and began to read once more.

His eyes glanced through the pages, looking for clues on who the man knew and was close to. Vizayas' eyes skimmed through the pages, and soon he found something even better than what he was looking for - the man's favorite location to play at in all of Alvadas. 'In all the world I have yet to be more at home than serenading young loves in the Withering Rose, a restaurant where romance never sleeps, and passions burn freely over a rose chosen just for the occasion.'

The place sounded nice. He had seen it before, but had never thought to visit the place since he had no reason to thus far. Unfortunately the illusions of Alvadas seem to rearrange the streets and it turns into quite the adventure when one wishes to find something in particular. To Vizayas, Ionu was quite the prankster.

He was told to venture out rarely, an order he heeded only when it suited him. The streets were dangerous, rife with all sorts of shenanigans that would take even an intellectual like his father to pick apart. Vizayas had inherited his mother's calm demeanor, and his father's intellect - neither of them were as curious as he was, but a soul has to be unique in some way.

Vizayas rose steadily from his chair and walked past the desk, the journal in hand. He was going out, and he wasn't going to let anyone stop him. He reached for the door handle and was about to head out into the hall when a thought hit him. Fate is in everything. Find him or don't find him, that's fate ...perhaps Rhaus could help me with this conundrum.

The door opened quietly as Vizayas gave the situation extra caution. He didn't want to alert his father that he was indeed leaving, at an auspicious hour no less. The door to the workshop was closed, so it was easy for him to sneak by so long as he didn't make any noise. He had a good sense of the sturdiness of the door too, it was thick enough that he could barely hear his father carving away at a block of wood - his father carved wood into works of art, creatures and even flowers that were a throw back to the man's adventurous past.

To Vizayas, his father was a fascinating man. But he was overprotective and overbearing, though honest. Vizayas' mother had been lost to the illusions of Alvadas two years prior and vanished without a trace, and the two were all they had. Vizayas was quite confident his mother was still alive, but there was no evidence. There was only hope that he would someday find her, and that in fact she had not been murdered as his father believed.

He had learned gifts that he had kept a secret from everyone but his father from her. Magic, illusions of his own to bend the world to his will. He was quite young to be taught such things, but his maturity spoke of wisdom beyond his years which is perhaps why she taught him something so dangerous. His father loved her, but still didn't quite trust the magic. He objected to Vizayas being taught such things, but she remained adamant about the subject. The magic had remained in the family for generations, so it was only natural that Vizayas be tutored.

The subject, one of great strain, is a subject that Vizayas still blames for his distance from his father. At one point he even believed the man to be afraid of him and what he could do, but Vizayas' interest in the wilds seemed to bring them closer together, if not close enough. Now, as Vizayas strode down that empty hallway towards the front door, he couldn't help but rememer these things.

He made it to the front door, his father completely oblivious that he was heading out. He might hear about it when he gets home, but it almost always ended up being little more than angry grumbling and ranting. Vizayas was fine with that, and the thought of what he could get away with made him crack a slight smile as the door creaked open and the frigid chill of the morning air breathed upon his clothes.

Vizayas walked out into the middle of the road, facing down the street as he grew acclamated to the cold weather and stowed the journal away in his coat pocket. Finding a place in Alvadas could turn out to be quite the social venture if things were not as they seemed. Vizayas set off on a brisk pace down the road, seeking to leave the neighborhood. The sun was up, but it as obscured by the clouds. It might rain today, he thought.

Then to his right, on the road opposite to his home, his eyes spotted something peculiar. The familiar sight of a restaurant looming over the street. It's ominous presence seemed to dominate the rest of the road, and it was as if Alvadas itself was toying with Vizayas. The accents of red and black decorated the building's facade, alluding to blackened windows that did not show those within.

Not a soul stood outside.

Vizayas took it upon himself to approach, his mind drawn to the journal. His thoughts were lead askew by the intoxicating visage before him. I've never had a reason until now, to visit such a place. May Rhaus guide me to the man I seek. And then he walked forward and his hand grasped the cool metal door handle. He pulled, and the scent of decadance and alcohol overwhelmed him.

And so too, did the sound of a gentle serenade dance through to his ears, played so finely that not a single note stood itself out of place. All before he crossed the threshold. And it was quite overwhelming, enough to make him pause. "Come in, come in!" A sultry voice teased from twenty feet ahead into the candle-lit den of paradise.

She herself was like a rose, but not withered as the name of the venue implied. Vizayas could feel her eyes on him, and his feet moved of their own accord, approaching calmly as if his legs had a separate set of confidence from his own. The entire place unnerved him, and he knew that Ionu must be at work nearby. Or was it Rhaus?

The music clinging to his mind like a thick fog, Vizayas approached the lady at the counter with a question. He almost asked for a table, but his will seemed to shine through enough to ask something related to what he wanted. "Might I have a word with your bard?" The question rolled off his lips, a little timidly as he was lost in a sensual overload of scents, sounds, and visuals.

The hostess turned her side to him, as if trying to seduce him with her charms one last time. "Just follow the music, darling." She began to walk away to attend to other business at the establishment, disappearing into the dim light. Her spell broken, Vizayas finally managed to divert his eyes and gaze upon the inner sanctum of this place.

Tables dotted the large dining room, each with a rose upon them and encircled by friends or lovers of all walks of life. There were a lot of people here, and he wondered if any of them would leave. Even the roiling discussion of two business men came to pass as they spoke with their hands and shook their fists at one-another.

But the bard was nowhere to be seen, the sound so subtle and permeating that he could not yet pinpoint where the man stood, or sat, as the woman had suggested. He wandered through the hall, a little lost. Not lost within the room, but lost within himself. The play on the senses in this place was tearing him down.

At the behest of the music, strengthening in resonance with every step, Vizayas neared the source. His eyes had finally found what he had sought, as if by chance. There, at a table along the back wall, and across from two young girls sat a man with his heels propped up on the table, embracing within his arms a fiddle.

The two girls were chattering idly as Vizayas approached. Their conversation was muffled by the music, which was being played in a sensitive fashion as the man rubbed the side of his face upon the side of the fiddle with the instrument in an upright fashion, rather than balanced upon the chest as you would expect.

The man's eyes were closed the entire time, but when Vizayas got close, there was a brief gesture for him to sit. Following the gesture and pulling out a seat for himself to sit upon, Vizayas' eyes wandered across the table, to the women and then towards the table. His eyes caught the shifting of color - a rose upon the table seemed to change from a shade of red to brilliant white between the flicker of candlelight.

The man kept playing, but the tune switched to something more hearty and casual, but festive all the same. There were less deep, drawn out notes. They were replaced with short, quick notes, but with a delay that spoke of knowing. Vizayas could only guess that the man was establishing the mood for conversation through his music.

Close enough as he was, Vizayas managed to get a good look at the man. He had long, shoulder-length hair that was brown to black in coloration - he couldn't tell due to the level of light in this place. His face was soft, but weathered. He wore clothes suited for travel, and indeed they showed it. The clothes were shades of brown, with streaks of green and blue scattered through the attire.

He looked like an adventurer, someone far more familiar with this world than Vizayas could ever hope to be.

Vizayas hesitated for a moment, retrieving the journal. The music stopped at the shuffling of his clothing, the bard's eyes opening lazily to finally sum him up. Vizayas could feel the man's eyes on him, and this coupled with the sudden absence of the music became unnerving. The man held so much power over his desires, all through music.

"Does this journal belong to you?" spoke Vizayas aloud. The two girls diverted their attention from themselves and glanced at Vizayas and then at the bard. At a touch from one upon the shoulder of the other, they both rose from their seats and sat at the table across from them. They could tell this was a matter of a possible private nature.

"Why, yes in fact." The bard said as he set down his fiddle upon the table and his legs retreated to the underside. "I wondered where this book might have ended up. I would commend you for tracking me down, but if you read it you might be able to guess the real reason for this book here..." He reached over and tapped it, a smile on his face.

"What do you mean? Aren't you glad to see it after all this time?" Vizayas said. The bard gave him a confusing conundrum. The real reason behind the book? Their meeting? Fate... Fate, of course! A cheery grin crossed Vizayas' once timid expression. "Fate, you mean?"

The bard burst out laughing, leaning back into his chair and clapping his hands together repeatedly in a joyous encore. "Yes, fate! This book was fated to return to me! It took many years this time, but it never fails. Lhex, that old bastard, always finds a way!" His eyes were closed from the joy, but he opened them again and leaned forward to adopt a more casual tone. "What's your name kid?" He said.

"It's Vizayas." He responded. "What's yours?"

The response came quick, and with some degree of enthusiasm. "Varn. My name is Varn! Vizayas is an excellent name, worthy of a story don't you think?" The man asked. Vizayas was stunned and still processing the question, but Varn had a knowing look that seemed to be patient beyond his age.

"I never thought about my name that way." He finally responded. "Vizayas the explorer, or Vizayas the adventurer. Interesting, but I wouldn't say I'm capable of handling the danger. I am only the son of a carver, you see."

Varn quickly chimed in. "A story with humble origins can be a great one - and there's danger everywhere in life. If you are fated to die, than die you shall. But if you are fated to live, and be something more...who is to say you cannot duel fate and become the victor?" The words rang true, and Vizayas was starting to see the value in this man's words.

"Duel fate?" Vizayas said out loud. "But how?"

Varn's smile grew even wider. "Study fate. Find what is fated, throw it for a loop. Batter it aside every chance you get, do things you otherwise wouldn't. That is what it means to duel fate, and I am sure Rhaus will commend you for it." He finished the lecture with a laugh. "So, do you want to duel fate?"

"It sounds crazy." Vizayas said. "But that is what fate dictates. Yes - I will duel fate!" Vizayas rose from his chair. "But where do I start?" He asked, puzzled. This was something new to him, but it sounded fun.

"The journal, my journal...give it to someone in this room. It will return to me someday, but we are taking the reigns of fate and influencing it by doing so. To control fate is to know what is fated through time and experience, and then using that to your advantage. It is also how we will battle fate!" Varn picked up the journal, his arm outstretched towards the standing Vizayas. "Go on, take it." He said.

Vizayas took journal with some measure of confidence. "Alright, I'll do that. Thank you very much for these wise words. Praise Rhaus that I met you!"

Varn chuckled. "Don't sweat it. Go ahead and do this task, I will be watching to see who you will pick. Will it be a gilded maiden, or a humble elderly man? I am curious. Go on, then." He spoke in goading words that seemed to spur Vizayas onward.

Book in hand, Vizayas looked about the room, but the faces were dark and quiet from here. He wanted to make a conscious choice, and he couldn't do that if he couldn't see the person he handed the book. So he strode about the room, taking in the sights and looking over the patrons.

A table caught his eye, one with a white rose from before. A man with a dangle of white hair and a scraggly beard sat upon it, looking at Vizayas with a knowing gaze as he passed. Vizayas noticed him at the last moment, welling up with energy at the thought of performing this task. "Hello, may I sit with you this evening?" Vizayas asked, holding the journal pressed against his chest.

The man smiled at him. "Why of course, young lad! To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting someone as fine as you?" He said, baring one of the kindest and most knowing expressions Vizayas had ever seen. Varn paled in comparison to this man.

"I found a book." He stated as he sat in a chair at the table. He was nervous - he wasn't used to obscuring the truth.

"A book, you say? What kind of book? Are there tales of love, of adventure? Or are they the notes of some dreary scientist piecing apart the world. Whatever it may be, you have my interest." The old man said.

"You know a lot about books." Vizayas remarked, surprised by the response.

"Well, when you get to be as old as I am, you learn a lot of stories. But yours is what I want to hear. I get the idea that you have something you want to say, but you're conflicted about it." The man had learned much of Vizayas, seemingly at a glance.

But Vizayas, he was at a loss for words. At least for a moment, and it was seeming to become a trendy little quirk. "It's easier to be honest. I'm the son of a carver, but also the son of someone mysterious who knew many secrets. Today, I was persuaded to fight fate. No, I want to fight fate." The truth spilled from his lips so much easier than trying to obscure it.

"Fight fate? That is quite an interesting goal. Tell me more." The old man said. The candlelight flickered across the man's piercing blue eyes. If Vizayas knew anything about Vantha, he would have been able to guess where this main hailed from. But he didn't, for now the man was something exotic to him.

Vizayas continued his story at the persuasion. "I found a book that my father, the carver, bought for my mother - she loved books, but she's gone now. But her books are still in his study, quite a fortune worth. I was drawn to a journal, speaking of the god Rhaus. I decided to find the owner, but fate - or Ionu - placed where I needed to go right across the street."

"Fascinating." Stated the man. "Please, tell me more."

"Well, I entered this place - intoxicating, by the way. The scents and sounds made it difficult to keep a level head, the lighting too. I wandered around, but then I found the man I was looking for. He was the source of the sound, and I could almost feel him tugging the strings of my thoughts and desires with every note."

"Ah, the bard. I remember his music, so wonderful. I am quite proud to hear it." Replied the man.

"Proud? Is it difficult to be here?" Vizayas asked, with an inquisitive tone. The story momentarily shifted focus to the man.

"Well, yes. He has been a great friend for some time. His story, with that book. It's always evolving, telling it's own story." The man explained. "It's interesting to hear the new page he writes with his actions every so often. I wonder if you will ever do something like that?" He asked, admitting that he knew everything before they had even met.

"You knew, you're friends?" Vizayas said. "Fate is so powerful today, that of all the people I chose in this room to continue this story - as you say, happened to be a good friend to he who I am doing this for. There has to be something missing from this tale." Vizayas' observations were starting to get closer.

"How astute." Chuckled the man. "Of course there is one more spin on this story - you already know of me after all. I wonder, if you can guess who I am?"

Vizayas stared at the man following the question. He was completely oblivious until now as to the man's identity, but he was getting closer. "You're Varn's father, then?" Vizayas said.

The old man burst out laughing this time, much louder than his previous fits of chuckling. "Why no, I'm not! But you're on the right track!" His voice was booming at first, but then quieted so that only Vizayas could hear. "I am Rhaus." He said, with a cackling whisper.

The revelation struck Vizayas by surprise. Rhaus? That would explain today's events. But am I really sitting in front of a god? I should at least entertain this thought, to be kind. His thoughts wandered about for a moment, but he returned his focus to the conversation and took a sharp breath in surprise. "You're Rhaus!?" He shouted, but in a whisper so as to match the tone of the information once divulged to him.

"Yes, and color me impressed by your reaction. There is more to you than I first thought. At first an acquaintence, I now know you almost as well as a good friend. Maybe you too will feel the same way one day?" Rhaus said, leaning forward with a smile. "I wish to give you a gift of sorts. Hold out your hand to me, and close your eyes - listen to Varn's music."

As if on cue, Varn began to play as Vizayas did as he was instructed to do. He felt trusting of this man, no, Rhaus - to a degree greater than that of his trust in his own father. Varn's music serenaded Vizayas' ears as he closed his eyes, the sense of sound heightening. He reached across the table and held his hand out to Rhaus, who took Vizayas' wrist with one hand.

The feeling was warm, but the sounds began to grow into more than just a feeling. As the moments went by, the sounds began to become different. Maybe not something entirely different, but his understanding grew with the passing second. The notes began to speak to him as if they were a language he could now understand, and that made this moment all the more joyous, for music had never done this before.

"You will bring me a story even greater than this the next time we meet, Vizayas. For now I must say a farewell." The grasp of the hand let go, leaving him as he opened his eyes to stare across the table at an empty chair. He gazed down upon his wrist, and there upon his skin was a symbol - the symbol of an ampersand.

Vizayas listened to his surroundings, still not entirely sure what had happened. He at least knew that he had met Rhaus, and that Rhaus had given him a gift. Vizayas, among all these sounds, could sense something else - Varn had that same gift, but it seemed greater. He was no longer alone, he would never be alone. Not with his new friends, brothers to watch over him just as he now knew Rhaus would.

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Ledger & Items

Postby Vizayas on January 29th, 2014, 4:30 am

POSSESSIONS
Trinkets to diversify life.
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On Person
    One Set of Clothing:
  • Fur Mantle
  • Simple Shirt
  • Simple Pants
  • Simple Undergarments
  • Simple Cloak
  • Simple Boots

    Backpack:
  • Comb (Bone)
  • Brush (Bone)
  • Soap
  • Razor
  • Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
  • 1 eating knife
  • Flint & Steel
  • Steel Ocarina

    1 Waterskin:
  • What else but ever-loving water?

 
Property
The Mist - 20' x 20' Apartment

 
Outfits
Casual
Vizayas most often wears simple attire for everyday life, not being one to enjoy or afford
extravagance, though he does fancy jewels and may in fact wear them should his frugality allow.

 
Heirloom
Fur Mantle
A fur mantle worn over the shoulders which once belonged to his father. He decided to take it when he left before it was sold to pay for an addiction. It is the last thing he has to remind him of his family back home in Alvadas. It is said to be made from the fur of a large predator animal, but he doesn't know exactly which.
 
Ledger
Item Change Link & Date Total
Starting Package+100 GMSP100 GM
Inscribing Paint (30 Ft)-9 GMSP91 GM
Brush, Tiny-5 SMSP90 GM, 5 SM
Steel Ocarina-10 GMSP80 GM, 5 SM
Seasonal Expenses (Spring)-0 GMSquire80 GM, 5 SM
 
Shield Points
Shield Points EarnedReason
+1, +4Patron, Training
+2Training
+2Training
+3Training


Total: 12 Shield Points
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Vizayas Zalerius

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RELATIONSHIPS
People to know.
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THREADS
A list of accomplishments.
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513 AV
  • Forthcoming...

 
FLASHBACKS
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CS Code by Fallon.
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