Post by Vidar Ardelean on Nov 13, 2017 11:08:25 GMT
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Former General Swordsman
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Vidar Ardelean, Sword of the Church
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Appearance:
Not many know Vidar other than the armor that he wears. Dark steel with some gold adornments, indeed it looks rather intimidating at a first glance. He stands relatively tall, although maybe some just imagine him taller due to the armor. Underneath the exterior however, is nothing more than a nearly rotting corpse least befitted in the land of the living. He used to have longish black hair that came down to his shoulders, and he still does, however much of it had vanished along with many other parts of his body.
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Personality:
Devoted, most would say of Vidar. Or perhaps, a little too devoted if one might call it that. Sworn to protect the cathedral and abides by his honor he indeed makes his own rules despite the current treaty in place. Experienced in warfare and his constant struggle makes it generally his current place in mind. He has a hard time trying to adjust to this new treaty in place, the war still thick in his mind. He is often silent, but not afraid to speak his and and converse as when he feels necessary. He feels that his sword does most of his talking for him. And yes, his sword. It is the thing he holds the most care for in the world. His sword does not have a name, but were it to break so would he. He is also extremely devout in serving the Pontiff, and is very religious, his main dedication to the God of Light much like other fae.
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History:
Not too many know the history of Vidar Ardelean. Even he himself had nearly forgotten his life before he became General of the Swordsmen. Large, golden wings is what distinguished him from the rest, accompanied with the exquisite armor of the fae. For many years he had been in battle, serving the church and the royalty for as long as his memory can go back to. As to the reason why he became a swordsman in the first place, he assumes it was most likely because he had a general interest in becoming one, or something along the lines of that. However, he remembered everything else rather clearly. How he rose to the ranks until he became the next General. He served in the cathedral, but was often sent out to battle with the rest of his men. It was not often the fae had participated in battles with the other races, but they were rather frequent.
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It was around when he was two hundred and thirty that he had died. It was in the thick of battle, he remembered. A night ambush within Niwetri, on the outskirts however. He was slain. The General of the Swordsman had fallen that day. Failed to protect what he had so sworn his devotion to. The pontiff. The royalty. The other swordsmen. All of it. He was just a bloody mess laying upon the hill surrounded by trees, a sword planted into his chest. Not even having the time for last words, he fell into death’s arms. He did not expect that he would ever reawaken, however.
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Vidar found himself far removed from Niwetri, in a far off land no even he could recognize. One hell of a wasteland, what it was. Amongst the rubbish, trapped within a ruined building, he was alone, and he didn’t even know how he arrived there. Unbeknownst to him, he did not know that he was trapped in a place that was meant for Mindless to be kept, within Beyond the Graveyard. He had been dead for around sixty years prior, and wasn’t even given a proper burial despite being a General Swordsman. At the time he was brought there, the fear of undead had plagued the land. Troops after troops they were slaying each other, and they had feared what the Mindless had done to their comrades. He was bunched up with a bunch of other dead, to be stored and kept away within the confinement of what was once a building. Now in ruins and abandoned, he had reawakened in such a place. Many of the other undead had escaped, but he was trapped within a room. Trapped within along with those who were already Mindless.
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After slaying the Mindless, he had damaged his swords in the process. They were already decayed from being on his person after so many years, and one broke and one was extremely dulled. But as he was alone, he tried to search for an escape, but was unlucky. Only finding him through the tiny slit of a window, he was found by another fellow undead, who had his mind still intact. Helping him escape he confinement, they both ventured the desolate land, in search of where their homes once were. The land was treacherous. Days after days of endless walking in what looked like a desert. The weather was always unpredictable and despite the odds of ever finding refuge they kept moving forward. Sometimes they encountered Mindless. Other times they encountered monsters. But, in the end they always managed to defeat them, if barely. That was when they truly learned that they were undead. There was no end to this.
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Vidar could easily remember the orange hues of the afternoon. Reflected across the hill upon which he fought his Mindless friend. Slaying him, putting ease to him in his final rest, he had taken upon his sword. A sword that had certain magical properties. It had a heavenly glow to it, and often shined brighter in the light than any steel. It also had the power of light, or energy, Vidar could never tell but in the end the results were always the same. It could cast light around it, focus it and either enhance the blade itself or to shoot it in a beam. It also had innumerous strength, a nearly unbreakable sword as it even could pierce through rock. Either way, it was magical of some sort. He took the sword himself, and continued to journey with it as he went forth. The sword became his new companion, being the only hope he had in the thick of battle against enemies. The horrifying sights he saw as he continued, it helped him slay them. It almost became apart of himself. As he continued the many battles and endless nights of walking, to an unknown destination, his body had become to decay. He acquired more armor from his fallen foes. His wings had disintegrated into thin air. His flesh would have all but nearly come off as he wore his suit of armor over it. Nevertheless he continued.
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He had found himself at what was the beginning of, Undead City. He did not stay long, as he sought for Niwetri. However, he did learn that he was not the only undead there, and that there were many others. He also learned the nature of Mindless and how no one can get past the Gates of the Graveyard. This was not long before Marduk became into rule, but Vidar had gone before the king established himself. He had sought a way to escape the Graveyard. Venturing forth, he headed toward the Dark Canyons. It was a long, dreadful venture. Extremely treacherous more so than he had ventured with his friend. Many more monsters. Many more Mindless. He eventually defeated them all. But, he suffered many deaths. Many falls. Though he continued to fight on. Even the landscape was dangerous, and with the amount of dangers present, it wasn’t often he survived. But he continued on anyway.
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He finally arrived outside the Gates of who knows when. Arriving just outside Naihan Mountains and the Dark Canyons, he had emerged into the land of the living. He still was intent on heading back to Niwetri Forest, to go back to the Cathedral and serve the pontiff. He didn’t know about the fact that there was a current treaty in place, or about the fact that the old pontiff might be dead. However, he continued on anyway, not knowing what the future will hold.
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Miscellaneous:
He doesn’t know anything about the Force of the Ashes Treaty, and still thinks that the war is going on.
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He knows that he would have been replaced by another General, so he goes in hopes of serving the pontiff personally.
Appearance:
Not many know Vidar other than the armor that he wears. Dark steel with some gold adornments, indeed it looks rather intimidating at a first glance. He stands relatively tall, although maybe some just imagine him taller due to the armor. Underneath the exterior however, is nothing more than a nearly rotting corpse least befitted in the land of the living. He used to have longish black hair that came down to his shoulders, and he still does, however much of it had vanished along with many other parts of his body.
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Personality:
Devoted, most would say of Vidar. Or perhaps, a little too devoted if one might call it that. Sworn to protect the cathedral and abides by his honor he indeed makes his own rules despite the current treaty in place. Experienced in warfare and his constant struggle makes it generally his current place in mind. He has a hard time trying to adjust to this new treaty in place, the war still thick in his mind. He is often silent, but not afraid to speak his and and converse as when he feels necessary. He feels that his sword does most of his talking for him. And yes, his sword. It is the thing he holds the most care for in the world. His sword does not have a name, but were it to break so would he. He is also extremely devout in serving the Pontiff, and is very religious, his main dedication to the God of Light much like other fae.
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History:
Not too many know the history of Vidar Ardelean. Even he himself had nearly forgotten his life before he became General of the Swordsmen. Large, golden wings is what distinguished him from the rest, accompanied with the exquisite armor of the fae. For many years he had been in battle, serving the church and the royalty for as long as his memory can go back to. As to the reason why he became a swordsman in the first place, he assumes it was most likely because he had a general interest in becoming one, or something along the lines of that. However, he remembered everything else rather clearly. How he rose to the ranks until he became the next General. He served in the cathedral, but was often sent out to battle with the rest of his men. It was not often the fae had participated in battles with the other races, but they were rather frequent.
[break]
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It was around when he was two hundred and thirty that he had died. It was in the thick of battle, he remembered. A night ambush within Niwetri, on the outskirts however. He was slain. The General of the Swordsman had fallen that day. Failed to protect what he had so sworn his devotion to. The pontiff. The royalty. The other swordsmen. All of it. He was just a bloody mess laying upon the hill surrounded by trees, a sword planted into his chest. Not even having the time for last words, he fell into death’s arms. He did not expect that he would ever reawaken, however.
[break]
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Vidar found himself far removed from Niwetri, in a far off land no even he could recognize. One hell of a wasteland, what it was. Amongst the rubbish, trapped within a ruined building, he was alone, and he didn’t even know how he arrived there. Unbeknownst to him, he did not know that he was trapped in a place that was meant for Mindless to be kept, within Beyond the Graveyard. He had been dead for around sixty years prior, and wasn’t even given a proper burial despite being a General Swordsman. At the time he was brought there, the fear of undead had plagued the land. Troops after troops they were slaying each other, and they had feared what the Mindless had done to their comrades. He was bunched up with a bunch of other dead, to be stored and kept away within the confinement of what was once a building. Now in ruins and abandoned, he had reawakened in such a place. Many of the other undead had escaped, but he was trapped within a room. Trapped within along with those who were already Mindless.
[break]
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After slaying the Mindless, he had damaged his swords in the process. They were already decayed from being on his person after so many years, and one broke and one was extremely dulled. But as he was alone, he tried to search for an escape, but was unlucky. Only finding him through the tiny slit of a window, he was found by another fellow undead, who had his mind still intact. Helping him escape he confinement, they both ventured the desolate land, in search of where their homes once were. The land was treacherous. Days after days of endless walking in what looked like a desert. The weather was always unpredictable and despite the odds of ever finding refuge they kept moving forward. Sometimes they encountered Mindless. Other times they encountered monsters. But, in the end they always managed to defeat them, if barely. That was when they truly learned that they were undead. There was no end to this.
[break]
[break]
Vidar could easily remember the orange hues of the afternoon. Reflected across the hill upon which he fought his Mindless friend. Slaying him, putting ease to him in his final rest, he had taken upon his sword. A sword that had certain magical properties. It had a heavenly glow to it, and often shined brighter in the light than any steel. It also had the power of light, or energy, Vidar could never tell but in the end the results were always the same. It could cast light around it, focus it and either enhance the blade itself or to shoot it in a beam. It also had innumerous strength, a nearly unbreakable sword as it even could pierce through rock. Either way, it was magical of some sort. He took the sword himself, and continued to journey with it as he went forth. The sword became his new companion, being the only hope he had in the thick of battle against enemies. The horrifying sights he saw as he continued, it helped him slay them. It almost became apart of himself. As he continued the many battles and endless nights of walking, to an unknown destination, his body had become to decay. He acquired more armor from his fallen foes. His wings had disintegrated into thin air. His flesh would have all but nearly come off as he wore his suit of armor over it. Nevertheless he continued.
[break]
[break]
He had found himself at what was the beginning of, Undead City. He did not stay long, as he sought for Niwetri. However, he did learn that he was not the only undead there, and that there were many others. He also learned the nature of Mindless and how no one can get past the Gates of the Graveyard. This was not long before Marduk became into rule, but Vidar had gone before the king established himself. He had sought a way to escape the Graveyard. Venturing forth, he headed toward the Dark Canyons. It was a long, dreadful venture. Extremely treacherous more so than he had ventured with his friend. Many more monsters. Many more Mindless. He eventually defeated them all. But, he suffered many deaths. Many falls. Though he continued to fight on. Even the landscape was dangerous, and with the amount of dangers present, it wasn’t often he survived. But he continued on anyway.
[break]
[break]
He finally arrived outside the Gates of who knows when. Arriving just outside Naihan Mountains and the Dark Canyons, he had emerged into the land of the living. He still was intent on heading back to Niwetri Forest, to go back to the Cathedral and serve the pontiff. He didn’t know about the fact that there was a current treaty in place, or about the fact that the old pontiff might be dead. However, he continued on anyway, not knowing what the future will hold.
[break]
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Miscellaneous:
He doesn’t know anything about the Force of the Ashes Treaty, and still thinks that the war is going on.
[break]
He knows that he would have been replaced by another General, so he goes in hopes of serving the pontiff personally.
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Arlyn
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OOC Notes
OOC Notes
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