Kayne..man, why you gotta make me create a new CS? *starts all over* You're making me think. It's way too challenging. *lol*
I misused my words last night with my response with Tex, mainly because I was sleep deprived lol. Anyways, you can mainly reuse your old CS - just make an appropriate changes to it like personality or bio. Don't forget about the new IC sample.
Abilities: Just the usual good smell, tough skin, and great strength.
Appearance:
Spoiler: Trest
Equipment:
Casual Clothing: Trest is a fairly simple young man. Having been brought up as a child of the Church, Trest sees little value in extravagance. Thus, he tends to keep his attire to simple undershirts with button-down shirts overtop, coupled with his typical dressy blue pants. You may see a tie on him, but more often than not he can't figure out how to knot the things.
Armor: Your average breastplate and metal gauntlets keep his upper body safe from harm, and he wears the finest helmet he could find. His legs stay more lightly armored to keep as mobile as possible.
Conversely, assassination missions require him to be as stealthy as possible. During these objectives, Trest ditches the breastplate for a dark cloak to keep as quiet and in the shadows as he can.
Weapons:
A twin-bladed staff , used primarily for defense and slashing attacks. Trest's preferred weapon of choice.
A plain short sword, for close combat.
A flare gun and pistol for emergencies and unique situations.
Personality: Trest is best described as confused. With a harsh new world swirling around him, he is still trying his best to find his own way through life, while still living out the wishes of his father. Needless to say, he is conflicted; his dreams, so viciously twisted and distorted, now haunt him as a harsh reminder that life isn't always as pretty as you think. He is prone to long periods of silence, saying little and acknowledging about as much as he engages in debates within his own head about the proper path in life. Sometimes he has outbursts that can become vocalized, even violent; his turmoil occasionally causes him to lash out at friends and teammates. Despite this, he is a shy individual, preferring to hang at the edge of a group rather than the center.
Trest is not particularly bookish or athletic, but sides somewhat towards the latter; he enjoys the outdoors and simply being in nature. Trest's favorite dish is fish, but he despises many different kinds of vegetables. Trest's innate desires often clash with his nature; most notably, Trest is a bit of a coward, prone to focus on self-preservation and defense more than thinking about attacking. Even so, he has to fill the role of a Crusader, so he often finds himself conflicted on whether he should charge forward or protect his team. Even so, he tries to be strong in the face of adversity for his father, despite his fears and worries.
On the battlefield, Trest prefers to be a follower to a leader. He is more often than not more than willing to carry out orders, but is not the brightest strategist and lacks some of the perception necessary to be a proper leader. This isn't to say he won't try if that is his role; if he has to lead, he will try his best to march his team on, even if he has no clue what he ought to be doing. Still, he is far more comfortable in the role of a teammate than a leader.
Though his confusion has only grown since he abandoned the Templars, another prevalent emotion has begun bubbling in the young man: Worry. Worry that his actions are truly the right things to do, and worry that his father will not approve of the path his life has taken. Sure, he might be overthrowing a corrupt dynasty and ushering in a new era, but years of being coddled, raised, and conditioned by his father have left quite the imprint on Trest, and fatherly approval outweighs nearly everything in his head. He misses his father, wishing he had just stayed home and become a priest like him at times. Worry and confusion mixed together is an unhealthy stew, and Trest's psyche is bearing the brunt of the combination.
Despite all of this, it can be seen that Trest is maturing as a young man, and his fear of battle and combat is slowly fading as he gets more and more used to taking the life of another person. While the apprehension and sickness that plagued him before is still present, it fades with every kill, Trest slowly learning that he is not just a man...he is a weapon that can be used to make big changes. Changes to both his life, the lives of others, and the future of Sanctuary.
History:
Trest is the fifth son in the Valencia line; each before him has been a priest, and his father was no different. His father, much like the father before him, had guilt seriously weighing down on his conscience; for generations, the Valencias had wished to be Templars, the defenders of the Sanctuary from the Plague and corruption. Even so, not a one had ever worked up the courage to endure the training necessary and the few who tried had dropped out mere days later.
Luckily, Trest's father, Garrison, had a perfect outlet to live his dreams through: His son. Garrison would take Trest to every single public Templar appearance, constantly telling him many stories of danger, strength, and adventure that the Templars were lucky to embark upon every single day. These stories, coupled with their regal, imposing appearance, gave Trest idols in his childhood; the Templars were all he could think about, all he wanted to be. However, there was a massive kink in Garrison's foolproof plan: Trest was weak-willed.
Though he admired the mighty Templars, Trest never allowed himself to believe he could BE one. The training must be too hard, the missions too dark, for such a young, innocent boy like himself. Every time Garrison tried, Trest rejected the notion, insisting that he would end up being a good priest just like his father. This infuriated Garrison to no end. His only son, his last chance to see a Valencia be a Templar, was a coward! This was unacceptable. He knew the rumors that the Templars' tests were horrific in nature, even lethal, but he had to keep that a secret...
Before Trest's eighteenth birthday, Garrison began to talk about the Templars nonstop. Their heroics, their renown, their power. Of course, Trest was excited to talk about his heroes! But, he mentioned again, their training was too difficult. This time, however, Garrison lied. He told his son that a new regimen had been implemented, one that guaranteed safety and ease to pass to ensure more Templars could join the ranks. A weak lie for sure, but Trest, with only a father to look up to since his mother's passing in childbirth, bought every word, having never known his father to be wrong before.
Soon, the big day came, and Trest had an announcement that his father found unsurprising, but all the more joyous: Trest was going to train to be a Templar! Garrison, overwhelmed with happiness, hugged his son, wishing him all the best of luck. However, when he pulled away, his eyes became hard. "Come back a Templar," he grumbled...."Or don't come back at all." Surprised by his father's sudden seriousness, Trest gulped and nodded, eager to prove his father proud, and his dreams a reality.
His dreams received a nasty reality check as he arrived at Zion. Rather than a simple, easy training regimen he had been expecting, he found himself in a harsh boot camp, cruel instructors shouting at him to run, jump, push up, run more, eat, sleep, EVERYTHING! He found himself dirty more often than clean, and his bruises and injuries piled up almost immediately. His father had lied. He thought about quitting, going home, but remembered his father's words...if he left now, he could never go home.
In the end, he managed to stick it out, but it left him very unassured in life. His father, his role model, had lied to his face. This hadn't been easy at all...and as he coughed up a dirt clod on the last day, he still wondered why his father wanted him tortured like this. To become a Templar? Even through the adversity, he kept his head held high; if this militant camp was so difficult, surely the Templar training would be easy! When given the option, he eagerly agreed to take the tests, expecting a cakewalk into his dream job.
Boy was he wrong. He didn't remember what happened, but...he knew he would never be the same. The torture he had undergone, that EVERYONE underwent...he wasn't certain what it was, but he was sure it was bad. It MUST have been....and for what? As he was handed his armor, given his weapon, he felt no sense of accomplishment. He was a Templar...but it felt so...empty. His dream...perhaps he shouldn't have worked so hard for it after all, if this was all it felt like...he was defending the Sanctuary, but...he felt like a pawn. Just a tool. An extension of the Church, not even himself anymore. What was this feeling...it was hopelessness. With resignation, Trest accepted his first assignment, still searching for the spark he once felt as a child, and still searching for the truth about his father.
With a damaged mind still trying to cope with the harsh reality of life, Trest set forward to his first mission, trying to keep his head held high, but in reality knowing every step is one more punishment for dreaming big.
Poignancy struck quite quickly this time around.
His dreams of being a mighty Templar were dashed quite quickly, as after only a mission and a half passed before his Senior Templar was killed, his squadron was scattered, and he was forced to go on the run as a fugitive. Terrified and confused, Trest fled for his life as opposed to giving in to his superiors, going on the run for some time before being forced to kill his fellow man in a desperate struggle for survival. Despite fighting for his life, the group's efforts failed, and he was ready to face the consequences of his actions...
Until the Assassin's Guild swept in, rescuing his broken squadron from certain doom and whisking them away to a safe place. Given no option but to either join or likely be turned over to the monarchy, Trest joined the Assassins' Guild, surprisingly choosing to follow directly behind Inquisitor Cox and become a stealth operative, engaging in espionage and assassination missions, a choice that surprised his peers considering his cowardly, fearful behavior in the past. But Trest had finally come to terms with the harsh reality of life...in this world, it was kill or be killed, and Trest knew he couldn't be in the latter if he wanted to survive and do good in the world.
RP Sample:
Spoiler: I made it up! Again!
He'd had that dream again.
Just like before, he'd replayed it unwillingly in his mind a thousand times...
The encroaching army, seeking to bring the young Templar in for his 'treason' to Sanctuary. For the murder of his Senior Templar. He wanted to tell them that it had been the Lycan-man, the hybrid, but his voice failed him. Why couldn't he speak? Why wouldn't they hear him? Even his teammates had disappeared on him...he was alone versus the world, and the walls felt like they were closing in on him.
But something was different about the dream last night. Normally, this was the point where Trest would either turn tail and attempt in vain to run from the horde, or get on his knees and beg for mercy, for reason. The first strike of the axe meant to decapitate him always woke him up. But no...this time, he...fought back. He drew his staff, waving it at all who came close, feeling it dig into the flesh of the enemy as he carved what little a path he could before he was mobbed. He had fought...valiantly? Well. He had put up a fight, at the very least.
Trest sighed to himself. There had been another espionage mission last night. Trest usually wasn't the one sent to spy on the men in charge; rather, he was more often than not the guard and the early alert system. Considering his powerful nose, he could sense when someone or something might interrupt their stealth by stumbling onto the eavesdropper's hiding spot, and last night he had managed to save a potentially bungled mission by tipping off his partner and hastily changing locations.
The information was all pointing to a few sources...apparently some priest was gaining power in the Sanctuary hierarchy as of late. Trest knew not who, but he did know that there were talks of him soon ascending to a lofty position within the system. Trest had a hunch his first assassination mission would soon follow, based on what he knew. He sighed to himself, dressing in the black cloak the Assassin's Guild had given him to hide his Templar armor. Though he could blend in as one of Sanctuary's defenders, it made more sense to go as unnoticed as possible. He walked through the streets briskly, disappearing into a local tavern.
He placed a few coins on the table, and the bartender poured him a mug of ale. He could smell the fact that it was watered down, but he didn't really care. Trest sighed to himself as he raised the mug to his lips. At least it was cold and the mug was clean. His first drink. His eyes gazed out to the bar's patrons, largely men either trying to forget or having a night they'd never forget. Trest wished he could be in the former group, but he was in too deep to forget now. The Assassins needed him, whether he liked it or not. If the Assassins were truly serving Sanctuary, then his father would understand, right? Surely a man as zealously attuned to the attributes of justice and valor would forgive him when he learned how corrupt the Templars truly were....
Hey Yami, I found an insanely ironic quote from our copost with the Templar briefings:
Originally Posted by TheDoctor
“I have no other questions only on little word of advice. You can fool the world, but you can’t fool yourself. Your eyes betray you.”
Jerris almost found amusement at the Templar's final comment, but remained composed all the same. He was quiet for a moment while Alexander stood, and as he started to turn away, his eyes narrowed slightly. "If the day comes that my eyes betray me, then I shall cut them out. If the day comes that you betray us..." His gaze slackened. "Well, let's hope that day never comes."
That is absolutely hilarious. Who would have known my little quote would be so literal in the end!! Man I find that funny!!!!I predicted what happened!
As I read Trest's new CS, I have this sneaking suspicion I have a really bad habit of treating my characters like absolute, total garbage. 8D I feel really bad for my little Assassin. For this and other reasons.
That is absolutely hilarious. Who would have known my little quote would be so literal in the end!! Man I find that funny!!!!I predicted what happened!
I didn't even intend for that to happen, despite the insane amount of times I mentioned Jerris's eyes throughout the first part hahaha. Next time Letum and Jerris meet face-to-face, it's gonna be a teensy bit awkward.
"...I didn't think you meant that cutting-out-your-eyes comment so literally."
Class: Chevalier
Abilities: Camouflage and enhanced stealth
Spoiler: Appearance
Spoiler: Equipment
Casual Clothing: Even though the recent events have changed Selenada she still likes to wear her elegant dresses whenever she’s not working or training.
Armor: She has ditched her old belief that God is her armor had has stocked herself up on some light to medium weight armor
Weapons: Selenada definitely upgraded her weapons and has been keeping herself busy with training herself in the use of her new weapons. On her she keeps throwing knives hidden on her legs, a miniature cross bow on her wrist, pistols on her hips and she keeps her new favorite on her back
Personality: Selenada used to be very soft spoken, mousey, weak…she was basically a wall flower. After everything that happened she changed, it would change anyone.
She will probably always be on the quiet side, but when she has something to say she doesn’t hold back anymore. She’s found her voice, while it’s still not as loud as the other templars around her, she is no longer afraid to speak her mind. She’s still her kind and soft hearted self, but she’s learned to not let her feelings get the best of her anymore. She no longer crumbles when someone offers constructive criticism or when negative words are exchanged. Selenada was able to find some self confidence in herself and her Templar abilities through all this and it’s starting to show. She walks with her head a little higher, shoulders back and her voice don’ts waiver when she speaks anymore. SHe’s not a very trusting person, it’s hard to get her to believe what you’re saying to her is true, but once you earn her trust and friendship she will be loyal to the very end for you.
Some things will never change about her though. Selenada is still very religious, maybe even more so after everything that has happened, but she’s not naive like she used to be. She still likes to see people happy and gets joy from helping others when she can, but she doesn’t overwhelm herself with helping others and has learned to put herself first.
Spoiler: History
Selenada grew up in Levi and later moved to Sanctuary. She lived on a small herb farm with her parents and the small handful of live stock they did own. Her family life was very toxic growing up. Her father was a drug addict, Robur being his drug of choice. Even though he was a drug addict he used the drug to not only get high but help him get through his work faster. The drug made him very angry and sometimes violent towards his family, mainly Selenada. He would scream and yell at her and sometimes hit her whenever he would see fit. Her mother just sat back and watched And did nothing, said nothing and sometimes defended her husband. Her mother believes that since her husband was the bread winner and leader of the household it was his job to make judgements on how to handle Selenada. It's not like she was a problem child either. She was very quiet and reserved and would do whatever her family needed her to do. Selenada knew at a young age that her father abused drugs and she kind of forgave him for his mean actions toward her, she knew her father would never do what he did if he wasn't high.
The only time Selenada had something to look forward to was when her Aunt Marnia would come from Sanctuary and visit. Selenada is very much like her Aunt. She got her interest in alchemy from Marnia, a very skilled alchemist. When her Aunt would come visit she got a break from her angry father and her ‘blind’ mother and truly got to enjoy herself. Marnia would show her tricks with the herbs they grew and would tell her all about God and what life was like in Sanctuary. Even though this mystery place didn't sound as pretty as Levi was she viewed it as exactly what is was; her possible sanctuary.
When she was fourteen she had made the decision to leave her home in Levi and go live in Sanctuary. She felt like she didn't fit in here. She was very religious compared to her parents and they didn't believe in alchemy, even though they grew and sold the herbs used for it. Selenada believed she would be happier and safer in Sanctuary and had made arrangements with her Aunt Marnia to move out there. The night she had planned to leave her father came home, drunk and extremely high, and caught her in the middle of sneaking out. Outraged her father proceeded to attack her. Throwing her around, shouting about how ungrateful she was, hitting her with objects and spitting on her like she was nothing. Just when Selenada thought she was going to be beaten to death her father just stopped hitting her and fell to the floor and began to convulse. Not thinking twice about it Selenada gathered her strength and fled her house without looking back.
Sanctuary was definitely different than Levi, but despite its dark atmosphere she found her light in the city. Marnia taught her everything she knew about religion and alchemy, showed her around the town and gave her the life she deserved to have. With her new found religion and great skill in alchemy Selenada was the happiest she had ever been, happier than she thought possible.
Four years later she felt this very strong urge to go through Templar training and she truly believed it was God pulling her to this training. Templar training was a totally different beast than she thought it would be. She didn't realize what an affect her past had on her, anytime anyone yelled at her or went to fight her she immediately broke down. She reached a point while in training where she thought she wouldn't make it and questioned why she even went. Selenada was convinced she made a mistake but then remembered why she was there in the first place. God wanted her there for a reason. She grabbed onto her faith tightly and gritted her teeth, crying only when alone and refusing to show weakness to those around her. Somehow, by the grace of God, Selenada made it through.
After everything that happened, the battle agains the Lycans, the death, being held captive…Selenada has been really working on herself as a Templar. She’s been training non stop in hand to hand combat, learning how to use her new weapons and perfecting the skills that comes with being a Chevalier. She has truly dedicated herself to being the Templar that Isaac said she could be. While they weren’t as close as some of the other Templar’s were she really did look up to him and took everything he said to heart, so losing such a great leader was a hard thing to get over. Selenada is ready to get to work with the Trinity, even if she doesn’t trust them, to get Sanctuary back to it’s glory.
Spoiler: RP Sample
“Everything hurts,” Selenada complained as she placed her hands on her knees and tried to catch her breath. The sun seemed to beat down harder on her than it had since she started training, she wiped the sweat from her brow and stood back up.
“That’s good, that means what we’re doing is working,” A male voice chuckled. Selenada shot him a playfully cranky look and let out a sigh, “Alright, Ambrose, let’s get back to work.” Ambrose was a fellow Templar that she sought out to help her train. He was extremely intelligent, weapon savvy, trained in hand to hand combat and was always willing to help. After everything that happened Selenada knew she had to change a few things about her and everything that she was lacking in as a Templar he was excelling. Plus, it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes. The two had been training together for about three weeks now and Selenada had improved at a quick pace. She picked up on using the weapons the fastest, it was the physical workouts and the hand to hand stuff that was taking her a bit longer to adjust to.
“Ready for me to kick your ass again?” Ambrose challenged her as he went into a fighting stance.
“We’ll see about that!” Selenada shouted as she started off their match with a swift kick to his chest. Ambrose double back slightly but quickly bounced back and began throwing punches her way to see if she could finally deflect them. The two went back and forth, laughing, throwing punches and jokes at one another. Ambrose and Selenada became friends quickly and to Selenada’s surprise it didn’t take her forever to come out of her little shell. She surprised herself each day with how she was changing and she was truly liking who she was becoming.
“Shit!” Ambrose shouted as he was throw backwards and tumbled to the ground.
“Sorry!” Selenada gasped and ran over to his side. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to throw you that har-” Suddenly Ambrose was grabbing her arms and flipping himself on top of her, pinning her to the ground.
“Never let your guard down, Volkov,” He winked at her before pushing off her and standing back up. “I think we’re good for today, how bout some lunch?”
“Yeah, okay, I’ll go whip something up.” Selenada pushed herself up off the ground and rushed off to go make something, hoping he didn’t notice the sudden flush of color to her cheeks.
The CS is pretty much the same, just made some changes to here and there. I'll have the writing sample up soon.
Last edited by The Texan Queen; 06-09-2017 at 04:10 AM.
I didn't even intend for that to happen, despite the insane amount of times I mentioned Jerris's eyes throughout the first part hahaha. Next time Letum and Jerris meet face-to-face, it's gonna be a teensy bit awkward.
"...I didn't think you meant that cutting-out-your-eyes comment so literally."
"Shut up."
Yea! That is going to be an interesting encounter to say the least. Letum might just have to rub it in a little like you mentioned.
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