Post by Vulpesen on Aug 6, 2015 23:32:24 GMT
Vulpesen Torrevaso
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Title: of Gallica
Loyalties: Gallica
Personality
Loyal to his friends and amicable to most, the ruler of Gallica has learned to keep his friends by his side, and his enemies under watch, something that has come important during his reign. There are few ways to make this headstrong ruler truly angry. Following a simple code, Vulpesen believes that no life is to be utterly wasted, slavery is an abomination, and those who defy unity must be brought back to the fold, or stamped out. The result of this belief system is a headstrong leader who while kind to most subjects, can be harsh to those he feels have wronged him and his kingdom in a major way.
History:
A noble of the House Torrevaso of Gallica, Vulpesen found himself surrounded by the courts who would often fawn over him, seeming to keep the boy from gaining any sort of skills besides those of politics and trade. Of course, such a life style did not suit him at all and for this reason, it came to pass that when one of his teachers came forth to teach Vulpesen his lessons, the young man was found to have gone from his room and left the estate.
Though, his life of escape was short lived as within a week he had been captured, thankfully by an operative of his own kingdom. Impressed by young noble's ability to survive on his own despite no prior training, his rescuer revealed himself as a senior member of his house's army. Once Vulpesen was taken back to his home, it was then discussed whether or not he should be allowed to take any training in the arts of survival and combat. After a brief argument, it was decided that his natural talent should not go to waste and thus, he was allowed to become a member of his family's militia.
From the fairly young age of sixteen, Vulpesen had already been thrown into several campaigns, his sword moving quickly both on the front lines, and behind those of his enemy. While there was no formal ranger corp for him to join, there was certainly a call for skills in reconnaissance for which Vulpesen fit the bill. Thus, the once home trapped noble had son become a ranking military officer, his skill, mind, and wealth placing him in command of his own company at the age of nineteen.
Though, his life of escape was short lived as within a week he had been captured, thankfully by an operative of his own kingdom. Impressed by young noble's ability to survive on his own despite no prior training, his rescuer revealed himself as a senior member of his house's army. Once Vulpesen was taken back to his home, it was then discussed whether or not he should be allowed to take any training in the arts of survival and combat. After a brief argument, it was decided that his natural talent should not go to waste and thus, he was allowed to become a member of his family's militia.
From the fairly young age of sixteen, Vulpesen had already been thrown into several campaigns, his sword moving quickly both on the front lines, and behind those of his enemy. While there was no formal ranger corp for him to join, there was certainly a call for skills in reconnaissance for which Vulpesen fit the bill. Thus, the once home trapped noble had son become a ranking military officer, his skill, mind, and wealth placing him in command of his own company at the age of nineteen.
However, all things must change, especially in the feudal lifestyle experienced by the people of Gallica. While capable of fending off barbarians and fighting in several wars, Vulpesen was unable to defend himself form an attack on the inside. With several other houses fearing the Torrevaso's as a political, economic, and now a militia powerhouse, his family castle was put under seige and after en days of attack, finally breached ad it was only by their works for the kingdom as a whole that the family was not put to death. Allowed to live without their titles or place in the country, the family was cast out and abandoned, or so Vulpesen's enemies had thought.
What the traitors had failed to realize was that the Vulpesen was one of the few nobles who didn't swing their titles around for favor, instead he had always referred to fight at the sides of his men, something that easily gained him favor in the army. Now with few other options, Vulpesen told his family to hide as he waged war. Calling as many contacts as possible and doing his best to keep the word of his rising power a secret, Vulpesen amassed his forces until the day would come where he could strike at those who had cast him down. Something that would likely involve him fighting the entire country of Gallica and many of its lords.
With his men behind him and several loyal lords at his side, Vulpesen finally launched his campaign, his forces quickly overwhelming those who had thought he had disappeared forever. Utilizing what he had learned as a soldier, he knew how to wage war and did so with lethal precision, knocking down corrupt lord after corrupt lord until finally, it was decided that he had earned the place of . Casting down the previous ruler in a duel, he took the crown at the age of twenty five. Now finding himself in a place he never imagined he'd be, Vulpesen now faces political intrigue, war, treachery, and the new task of administration to a kingdom.
RP Sample: Vulpesen let out a growl as he stepped back from the first engagement, his blade swirling in the air. It had been hard enough to take the country with an army, but now he had to weed out the rats that still hid in the corners of his kingdom. "And you're a big rat, too." His opponent gave a puzzled glance but then replied with a simple roar and a second slash, meant to cleave the smaller from shoulder to hip. "Slow rat too!" Vulpesen's body lurched forward and his hand withdrew a long dagger, which combined with his blade, went to intercept the claymore aimed for his body. A clash of steel rang out, followed by a grunt of pain and the sound of a sword sliding through flesh and bone.
Seconds later, Vulpesen would be walking back to his commander, running a cloth over his sword to rid it of the blood, doing his best to ignore the last gurgles from the fallen lord. "Now, how about we go home and have a nice meal?"
Seconds later, Vulpesen would be walking back to his commander, running a cloth over his sword to rid it of the blood, doing his best to ignore the last gurgles from the fallen lord. "Now, how about we go home and have a nice meal?"