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Description
Full Name: Vance Lorrimor
Nicknames: None
Alias(es): Vance
Gender: Male
Age: 4 years
SubBreed: Forn
Breed: Mixed
Battle Class: Warrior
Occupation: Hunter
Former Occupation(s): None
Marital Status: Widowed/Single
Partner: None
Religious Beliefs: Gave Up
Current Level: 1
Strength: 0
Stealth: 0
Endurance: 5
Agility: 5
Tactical Skill: 0
Healing Arts: 0
Dark Magic: 0
Equipped Skills:
[None]
Items in Possession:
[Love Letter]
An unopened letter his wife wrote him before her death. He keeps it close to him and tends to fiddle with it, unable to bring himself to open it. To afraid to read the last words of his beloved. He brings it along as a token, a way to remind him not everything in life is so cruel.
Equipped Weapon(s):
[Curved Sword]
Personality Type: ISTJ- The Duty Fulfiller
Habits: Muttering, Glaring, Getting lost in thought.
Fears: Being dead already. That he is doomed to be alone
Dreams / Goals:
Build: Tall and thing, with muscle definition
Scars/Disabilities:
Physical Health 95%
Vance is in quite good condition. He is covered in scars and the one above his eye, seems to look as if it had gone completely blind. Though its just a trick of the eye as Vance can see, but normally plays it off like he can't.
Emotional Health 43%
His mind has been shattered and he seems to be slipping though the world. Not really here, but not really gone. His mind has become a lock down fort, he allows none to see what lays beneath those eyes of his. He pushes those demons into the back of his mind forcing himself to block it all out.
Summary:Vance is an odd fellow, but who isn't? He prefers his solitude, being able to have his room both physically as well as mentally. He lacks faith in both felines as well as the gods they he swore has turned their back on his life. Mental strength has dwindled into nothing, though some habits are hard to break, and Vance should be lucky for that. As some of those things are the only thing keeping him anchored down.
Traits:
[ Distant ]
Due to the death of his wife and child Vance, seems to have closed himself to the world, Forgetting about the beauty his loving wife showed him once. He finds the world cruel and dark and tends to not get close to anyone prefering the solitude life. If the world was cruel enough to take away the ones he loved, he only assumed if he made a friend they too would be taken.
[ Courteous ]
Old habits die hard. It was said this single trait seemed to lure his wife to him. How he helped others when there was nothing in it for him. How he would say hello when passing a stranger. It seems even now he nods to strangers and help a bit when he can. It may not be as strong as it once was, but it seems to keep his sanity in check.
[ Envious ]
At times Vance catches himself looking at couples on the street and how his heart seems to twist at the mere sight. He grew envious over couples, how they maintained it all, when he lost it all. How was fate even fair? He finds his mind dark and twisted when the roots of envy began to grow.
[ Faithless ]
Vance has turned his back on the ones that took it all from him. He finds himself relaying on himself other then these supposed gods.
[ Emotional ]
Who is to blame a cat for wailing at night? Vance tends to sob when alone sobbing for the life he wanted back. How he yearned for the touch of his love once more. Or hearing the laughter of his baby girl. Vance tends to lock up his emotions infront of others, but when alone they all spill out.
[ Delusional ]
At times Vance gets so lost in thought, or perhaps he pushes all the bad into the back of his mind. At times he catches himself holding his breath when he spots a light red pelt, thinking it to be his love. He even had a place set for his family and sat down only to realize no one was going to eat with him. He was truly and utterly alone.
[ Chapter One ]
"I was born in the outskirts of Highvale. Close to the forest that my family hunts within. My parents were traders of the sort, knowing how to skin a critter in no time flat. When I was born they showed me a world unlike anything I would ever know. They taught me there was beauty wherever I was, that even death could be beautiful. When I was young I was taught how to handle a sword by my father, he was not the greatest at it, but it seemed I may have had such a knack for the swordplay. I was also taught how to create traps and snares to ensure I have captured a critter. My family taught me all I needed to know by the time I could fully walk and talk. My family was really all I had. Living so close to the outskirts of the land meant little to no neighbors, but soon all of that would change."
"Soon a small house was built not to far from where I lived. My parents grew anxious afraid the construction of the house would scare away the prey, My folks had lived in that house for so long that prey seemed to not be bothered by the sight. Though with another house being built not to far away could throw off everything. At first I resented them, wishing them to be gone and I had half the mind to go over there and destroy it. Though of course my dad pulled me aside telling me there was always a reason for everything. I hated that statement at first, but I would grow to love it. The family was Forn too, it made my folks happy to hear that news, and soon once the family had moved into their house, and this would be when I first meet her. You see the family was happy to see us, they too were in the trading business though seemed more into the herbs and such. Tree huggers to say the least. They were sweet to us and apologized if they messed up my familys trade. My parents got along with them swimmingly and soon I spotted a young one, not to much younger then me. We were still both so young then, but I remember her so well. She had a red tint to her white fur, it made her look like a rose. She had such fierce green eyes that seemed to stare through me. Oh she was everything I could ever hope for.
As the time passed her and I became quite close, she showed me the beauty of the world, showing me what plants did and how there was always more then meets the eye. I showed her the animals of the forest, showed her how to make a snare and how to make a trap that wouldn't hurt the animal. She was captivated by it all, and I too with her. Soon her and I became more then just friends, soon we became lovers. We shared out first kiss under the fool moon, I swore she was brighter then any star in that sky. She was everything to me, she was my world.
[ Chapter Two ]
Once summer hit in the lands and flowers where in bloom it wasn't long, before I asked my beloved to marry me. As you see over the years a lot had happened. My folks got swept away by a sickness, a fever took them a week after. It was sad, but I had my beloved every step with me. I took over the business of being a hunter as well as the house. So you see my life had a bit of a bumpy patch, but I recovered from it with ease. Well the summer was gorgeous and my company was even better. I remembered askaing her to be mine forever. I recallw atching those tears fall down her face as she said yes smiling and all. My heart could have burst from my chest when she said yes. Oh it was something for the books that day. It was one of the best days of my life. We lived in my folks old house the cheaper route of course and life was simple, but it was good. Not a care in the world and it seemed all was grand, that was until my wife uttered the words I never thought I would hear. "Can we have a child?" Those words were sweet, but it came with a heavy price, not all were granted that privallage and it costed quite a pretty coin to ensure this. We saved all we could and we seemed to live more off the land then before. To tell you the truth I grew to hate some plants, but I would do anything for her.
Soon we had enough and our dreams came true, my wife was pregant with out child. We could be a true family. We prepped the house for the newest bundle of joy, and it seemed this news of my wifes pregnancy distracted us from the more daker news of the world. A kingdom crumped by greed and cats fleeing to safety. An unsettling fog grew up and what lurked within the fog was far graver then anything I could imagine. But I had my wife and my babe, I soon grew ignorant of the world, not letting the ill news trouble me. I was safe and so was my family, but how foolish was I? My wife gave birth to a little girl, of she was stunning, white with yellow flecks in her pelt, she was marvelous, so stunning. I was beyond blessed, I wept that day out of joy. My family was everything I need in life. It was all I could ever hope for. Though as I have learned nothing is forever.
[ Chapter Three ]
The news was flooding in, cats where on the road to here, trying to find safety in High Vale. Wanting protection and at first I did not see what the big deal was. All cats were coming this way, and it meant all types of felines were flooding towards the town. I lived on the ourskirts and I thought my family was safe, but no. We were just prime real estate. It was at night when the mauraders, a band of theives attacked. They came in and and took everything apart hunting for anything worth a few coins. I remember grabbing my sword and facing them while my wife took my child and tried to slip out of the back. They over powered me took my down. They cut my face and my inner thigh not minding my cries of pain, as it brought them pleasure. A cry outside hit me in the heart. My Wife! I struggled to get up, but they pushed me down with thrust into my stomach. I watched as they brought my wife in, I watched as they took full advantage of her infront of me. I saw how her eyes never left mine, how she wept, but continued to tell me, she loved me. I cried and sobbed I wanted her to be free I never wanted this to happen. Then with a thud she was gone, a sword through her neck and she was gone.
I cried all the more and it was then I saw what hell truly was. They held my baby in front of me and tied her into a bag and pounded down onto the bag. I don't remember much, I recall blacking in and out. I recall them cutting along the back of my head saying X marked the spot. I recall weeping. I dont remember why they left, but I was alone in the house with my dead family. I was all alone. I begged fot the gods to bring them back. I cursed them in vein wondering why they would bless me so, but leave me with nothing. Soon I did what any had to do. My families death was nothing it seemed to others. An ill fortune for an unlucky feline such as myself. I grabbed my belongs and spotted there a letter marked with my name in my wifes hand writting. I grabbed it and my sword as well as tortch. The night was still going and I lit the torch and watched as my house burned and crumbled down to ashes. I turned cold and dark annd synical to the world. This place was no home to me. I put my cloak around me and headed towards the main part of Highvale looking for a bit of a fresh start something away from the place that would bring back those memories. I looked like the other felines traveling to High Vale in looks of a new beginning and it seems like I too was looking for that. A place to forgot what had been lost.
Parents
[ Donovan Lorrimor | Male | Forn | Deceased ]
[ Teayana Lorrimor | Female | Forn | Deceased ]
Wife:
[ Nevah Tortdor | Female | Forn | Deceased ]
Children.:
[ Levanna Lorrimor | Female | Forn | Deceased ]
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Lvl 1: Open to it
Lvl 2: Open to It
Lvl 3: Open to It
Lvl 4:Open to it.
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[ Character: Vronsk || The-Sacred-Star ]
Eye narrowed as he did ever so wonder why he bothered with the city, why he even tried to make friends. That wasn't why he was paid, plus none seem to care much for him anywhere. He was well.... A monster. He was beast created by evil, thus he seemed to portray himself as such. He was on a mission, on the hunt for a rapist. The worst of the worst. It seemed to make Vronsk snarl with pure hatred. It was one of those that condemed him to this life he was sure hw could get his revenge. Ears flickered as he hopped along roof tops of the houses he prefered not having to pass people or bump into them. As they could too rude for his taste.
A noise echoed in his ears as he lifted his black cloak more, revealing his rough looking face. Nostrils flared as he eyed the alleys and spotted a woman and then a few men and suddenly gone. He was tempted to continue his search to move on, but he was tender hearted. Vronsk cussed under his breath and moved quietly on the roof tops looking at the men the smell of alcohol flooded his nostrils. It made him sneer with disgust. He watched carefully trying to think of his best move. but he assumed any move would be helpful. He wasted no time and he hopped off the roof top and landed behind the men and soon was in a fighting stance. His cloak hiding his face as he let out a snarl of haterd. He offered not words, as his dark eyes stared deadly at the men, it was clear to see he was more then ready for a fight, though he bore no weapons, as his arms and legs were enough as a weapon if trained properly.
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