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Valeryn Terynis

"My vows are unbreakable, my faith unshakable, and my loyalty unending."

0 · 212 views · located in Culvas; En Lome

a character in “Kingdom of Shadows”, originally authored by ImperatorAlpha, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Full Name: Valeryn Terynis, or the Silver Knight, so called because of the sheen of his armor and the coloring of his hair.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Human, and proudly.
Occupation & Level of Education: Valeryn is the lord of a small fief and direct vassal to the King. He bears the title Earl of Terynis, as did his father, and his father's father, and so on and so forth. He is literate, and has a knowledge of the basic math skills needed to manage his small demesne. He also has a head for the court intrigues that often pop up, and has a knowledge of poetry. He has even written some, though he is rather self conscious about it and has not shown it to anyone.
Age, Height & Weight: Valeryn is of a moderate height, standing at five foot ten, he is 28 years old, and weighs in at 160 lbs, mostly muscle.
General Appearance: His hair is an unusual color, a blonde so fair it appears silver in most light, and he keeps it fairly long in a mess around his head. His eyes are a light watery blue, and do much to soften his otherwise hard face. A strong jaw-line mixed with a rather scarred visage make for a rather intimidating appearance after all. His body is toned and well muscled, his shoulders broad, and with a narrow waist in the classic swordsman appearance. The most impressive of his scars is one that stretches from underneath his left eye, goes across his nose, and down to the right corner of his mouth.
Combat experience:Valeryn is well versed in the arts of war, the arts of a Knight most especially, and as such he is well skilled in the use of longsword and lance. He prefers to fight mounted, but is still a dangerous opponent on foot. His experience is mostly against the odd outlaw or bandit, along with a few tourneys. He has also fought one duel to the death, which is what gave him his scar.
Beliefs: He is a devout follower of Cyolee, and as such, is a bit of a sexist. He is firmly ensconced in the belief that Man is the superior race and gender. When his beliefs are questioned it drives him to anger, and a physical confrontation won't be far behind.
Aspirations: Valeryn aspires to become Lord Marshall of the Realm's army, and to wed the princess.
Possessions: Valeryn possesses a small keep (Castle Terynis), four hundred acres of prime woodland, and about three villages are vassal to him, along with 2 other knights. He has a suit of tourney armor of a good make, and then a suit of plate-and-chain for actual combat as well as a kite shield with his sigil on it, a longsword, and a lance. He generally wears a good woolen tunic, and leather pants when he is not armored. He also keeps a small dagger in his left boot.
Personality: Valeryn has a curious personality, for he is undeniably loyal to the realm, yet he is ambitious as well, desiring power. He is a very proud man, for he has never suffered defeat, only pain on the path to victory. He is not cruel, but neither is he really kind. His sense of humor is one approaching the ridiculous, full of puns and silly little things that seems out of character for such a man, but it is that slight childishness that lets him vent the stresses of his life.
History: Valeryn ascended to lordship at the age of 14, after his father's untimely death when Valeryn was only eight. His uncle became his regent, and the young lad was taught well the arts of being a lord and knight. However, his uncle grew to enjoy power, and refused to give it up. Valeryn, along with two of his friends who had trained with him, attacked his uncle and his henchman in the great hall. Valeryn slew his uncle, and claimed the right to rule House Terynis. Ever since that day, his hair has been silvery blonde, and noone can say why. He became known as a just lord who defended his land and people tenanciously from the rapaciousness of other lords who looked to hunt or claim the right of First Night with peasant women in Valeryn's fief. He fought duels, he fought bandits, he fought injustice as hard as he could. All this he did, and he hoped it would make him a prospective suitor for the Princess's hand in marriage. Thus, he began to travel to the capital and insert himself into the Royal Court, hoping to make an impression on the King and Queen. Thus he was at the castle when both the Princess and King disappeared, and he was among the first to proclaim his intent to find them. Valeryn has a small retinue of ten veteran warriors under his command, and he hopes desperately the Queen will grant him the right to lead the search.

So begins...

Valeryn Terynis's Story

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Imagehe country of En Lome is a quiet one. They have never felt the rumble of revolution, never suffered defeat in war but never experienced the power of a victory, and their greatest scandal fell under the rule of their last king; their history is generally calm and pretty, but it lacks the raw emotion of a masterpiece. They are not an incredibly interesting people and, with their lack of eventful news, history may not remember them well. It is a dull morning, such that are characteristic of the country, that brings with it the beginning of their only great story.





. For a time, the only sounds are the soft, sleepy murmurings of a waking castle. The cooks set to work on the morning meal, the first cycle of night guardsmen are sent to their rest by the morningmen, and the princess' lady-in-waiting comes tapping at her door. But there is no princess within. In response, a call rises up and the castle is soon in uproar; all off-duty guards are called to the search, whispers of foul play run through the court, a din of agitation to break the classically still air.


. The queen tries to keep her poise, though the tumult of voices and footsteps does little to help her composure. Her face is drawn tight in frustration but she tries to look thankful for the flock of noblemen now competing for her regal attentions. Her daughter is missing, her husband is out of reach, and the normal order of her castle is in shambles. This is dangerous and she knows it all too well. She is already scheduled for a journey to Maslona for... negotiations and putting them off any longer would be more than unwise. Her daughter could be anywhere now.


. With heavy heart, and an unwelcome band of noblemen gathered near, the final preparations for the queen's short journey are made. All she has to offer her missing daughter for now are prayers and a search part organized by her loyal constable.

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Chaos. Chaos reigned in the quietest realm in the world, disturbing its quietness. Men's voices shattered the calm, demanding answers, and it was into this mess that the Silver Knight strode in. He was garbed in shining steel that morning, with only dents won in honorable combat marring its sheen. Valeryn stepped into the main hall, towards the Queen and her entourage and called out "Your Majesty! I have heard of your daughter's disappearance, and I offer my condolences, as well as my vow to you. I hereby swear by blood and by title that I will locate your daughter, and bring her home swiftly! I have ten good men, and fast horses. We can set out within the next half hour." And as he talked he gave a deep bow. His face was thus hidden as he gave a small smile at his fortune. For if he found the princess then his prestige would be unmatched, and the Queen would have to give him her daughter's hand in marriage...

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Raciall walked onto the small patio his two story house used to extend the second floor and protect the entrance from the elements. The sun was bright in the morning sky, and it felt good as it showed off the sheen of Raciall's near metallic skin. He moved over to the railing, leaning on it in his bed clothes that he had yet to change out of yet.

Down in the streets, the guards were moving about as if the town had come under siege. They ran about the morning crowd, pushing citizens out of their way as they moved to the gates in droves. Something was going on, that much was not lost on the dracoi. What he didn't know what was going on.

Now encouraged to make his daily audience with the queen far earlier than usual, Raciall rushed into his room. He threw his mage robes on as quickly as he could, while still keeping them neat and comfortable. Next on was his shortsword, its sheath, and the belt that held them up, quickly followed up by his satchel filled with books. With some quick checks and adjustments to his belts, and Raciall was ready to make an audience with the queen.

Opening the door to his home, Raciall made his way into the streets. He made sure to say his morning "Hello" to all the merchants that he worked with as he moved down the streets. Several times, he had to look up and find the castle because of the packed streets that Raciall usually came out later to avoid such.

Upon reaching the castle, Raciall had more than a few close calls as guards rushed about the castle to figure out where the people they needed to inform where. This did little to delay Raciall as he made his swift steps towards the Throne Room.

When he reached the open doors, Raciall immediately spotted the horde of leeches who were known as nobles. They never seemed to do anything to help anyone but themselves. It disgusted him to know that they spent so much time licking boots when they had the knowledge and skill to help the world run effectively. They all seemed like they had no will to make their own money, something that Raciall believed everyone should have to do.

Walking into the horde, Raciall was bumped aside several times before the leeches began to push his buttons. He normally did his best to avoid the times that they sought audiences for a good reason. However, after one too many impacts, Raciall had enough. Crash! The sound of thunder echoed through the halls as the unhappy noble looked at his fellow peers. "What purpose could you all possibly be serving by swarming the queen like flies when there is obviously some important task?!" The steaming Raciall shouted at his "peers."

With a now clear path to the queen, Raciall took a deep breath and walked up beside the knight that had made his way to an audience and knelt. "I am sorry that you had to see that my queen. What has disrupted the serenity of the kingdom, and how may I assist in its restoration?" Raciall asked as calm and polite as he could muster, before standing up and letting his black hair, copper arms, and arm scales show to the nobles standing behind him and the knight.

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The queen stands beside her husband's throne, her small hand lain gracefully over an ornamental orb at the head of the chair. She tries to look calm and collected, even as vicious, exacting eyes stare her down from the base of the small platform the thrones are settled on. The loud thunder of voices, all competing over each other for just a moment of her attention, a moment stolen from her finding her child. Antagonizing.

She bites back the sharp words rushing to the tip of her tongue and tries to look upon the crowd with the great composure and sincerity expected of a queen, but the words are all blending together in their harshness, only a roar of half-helping gestures and power plays and noble silliness.

The sudden call of her title breaks her lack of focus, pulling her back into the world before her. The nobles do not cease their chattering, but she tries to focus on the words of the one now bowing before her. "Your Majesty! I have heard of your daughter's disappearance, and I offer my condolences, as well as my vow to you. I hereby swear by blood and by title that I will locate your daughter, and bring her home swiftly! I have ten good men, and fast horses. We can set out within the next half hour." The words merely succeed to strike her as another attempt to win her favor, albeit a more chivalrously posed attempt. She opens her mouth to reply only to hear the boom of thunder in her hall. Not again...

A good number of those seeking her attention fall aside at the sound of magic; the fear of the arcane affects even the educated, it seems. The sounds in the hall falter, finally, to the point of her being able to make out the next words with relative ease. "I am sorry that you had to see that my queen. What has disrupted the serenity of the kingdom, and how may I assist in its restoration?"

For a moment longer, the queen holds her tongue until, finally, a voice far to strong for her small form escapes her. "Enough." Finally, her court falls silent. "Raciall and Valeryn stand. The rest of the court, excepting a notable few," she bows her head in the direction of her husband's advisers, who have stood quietly aside for the duration. "Are to stand in silence unless spoken to."

A moment's pause and the nobles, grumbling but not daft enough to deny the acting monarch's word, shrink away from the platform.

"My daughter is missing." says the small queen simply, fingers tightening on the throne. "Half the city is already out looking for her and the other half has deemed fit to crowd my castle and impede our search. If you wish to help, I'd rather you remain calm. Someone should." Her eyes turn to glide over the crowd, then fall finally again on Valeryn and Raciall. "If you wish to help, I'd appeal you to remain calm and stand at your post but," she looks to the rest of the court. "I have a feeling my advice, in that, will not be heeded. If nothing else, do not allow your tongues to let slip of this incident to anyone. My daughter and her friend must be gently collected and returned. The panic of the country will do nothing to assist that."

She takes a deep breath, through her nose, and draws herself up. "If there is anything else?"

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Character Portrait: Karemia Aussette Character Portrait: Vincent Claude-Heathcliff Character Portrait: Cyllene Arlette Character Portrait: Vaiven De Massi Character Portrait: Valeryn Terynis Character Portrait: Kazuma Jinnouchi
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He let his blade fall into the sheath. He took a moment to look over the bodies of the men who had foolishly tryed to rob him.
Worthless killing, over nothing but coin He allowed a small "Hm" at the thought and began to walk again.






It was when a troop of soldiers decided to take him to their city for questioning... Yet they let him keep sword...weather it was out of fear or respect has yet to be seen.

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"I shall seek the aid of the scryers in Troumora. It won't give an exact answer, but it should help to direct the search parties. That is all, my queen." Raciall said with a respectful bow before turning to stare at the other "noble" men and women for a few moments. It was obvious to him that these pampered servants needed to be shown what a valuable noble does, as compared to the meaningless voice that they merged together to become.

After his moment's stare, Raciall walked down the isle. Those among the crowd gave him mixed looks of awe and hate. He more than realized that he occasionally abused the powers that fate had given him, but Raciall tried to avoid unnecessary use. After all, over use of anything is bad for business, politics, and ideology.

Upon exiting the palace, Raciall moved about the near deserted streets of late morning, gathering materials. The trip to Troumora was routine for Raciall, but the decision to go was sudden and if he hoped to keep the ruling family ruling, he needed to head out as soon as possible.