[Multiverse]Volnar Balrung (Fantasy)

Name: Volnar Balrung
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Allegiance: Himself
Occupation (if Applicable): Freelance convict
Residence: N/A

--Family--
Parents:
Mother - Mara Balrung
Father - Elvor Silvermane
Other: Sargon Silvermane; grandfather. Grandmother unknown.
Siblings: None
Married? No
Children: None

--Appearance Basics--

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 178 lbs.
Hair Colour: Brown
Eyes: Green
Distinguishing Features: Various battlefield scars on his chest

--Physical Appearance--:
Volnar is a powerful young man. He used to look like a farm boy on the outside, but now is recognized as a soldier, merely for his various scars which are badges surpassing those he normally wears in polite situations. His skin is tanned considerably, due to his constant fighting, and this gains him the disrespect of some higher nobles, and the admiration of new recruits. Volnar has short, light brown hair, and green eyes that used to sparkle mischievously when he grinned, but now only show a dull flame. Volnar is tall, about 5’11”, and his weight is mostly in muscle. He is not the best-looking guy, nor the ugliest - his attraction would merely be in relation to his personality.

Volnar Balrung is currently wearing black armor. This armor is extremely sleek and created from the finest metals, mithiril and dragon skins; the armor is lightweight and keeps to Volnar's body, giving him the image of a scout, which can serve to fool opponents in the night. The armor has no weak spots or pressure points to take advantage of, however it does not protect well against powerful bludgeoning blows. The armor is accompanied by gauntlets and boots, made of the same mix of armor and covering his arms and legs, respectively. The armor itself is magically enhanced, and will deflect most spells launched at Volnar off of him. He wears a scabbard in which he carries his only weapon, Widowmaker (see Armaments, below).


--Personality--
Once a young and mischievous adult, Volnar has evolved from his years of experience in the battlefield, fighting with his men to glory. He has overseen operations to destroy opponents, not only with brute force but with morale. He is horrified at what happens and what he has done to help his superiors in the world of covert military tactics. He cannot live with what he has done, the experiences, and as a result, his demeanor has changed extremely. What used to be the fire of a young soul has now tired, to become the righteous, cold wrath of a man who has seen horrible things and desires revenge for them, revenge upon those. Widowmaker, his sword, does not help, and he swears he can hear something, someone's voice, whispering to him to let loose, to rage against those he helped commit crimes against the innocent, to slaughter them. These voices disturb him, because he isn't insane - he would know if he was. They don't come from himself. Something is trying to communicate to him...

Volnar is harsh upon the men of his unit, as they are scouters and serve an extremely important job in the armed forces; however, he cares for every man, and will go to far lengths to save them from the enemy, even as to run suicide missions to rescue them. He expects the best from those he commands, as well as their best effort on every mission they do. This bonding with his squad, as well as those horrible events which he has taken place in over the years, have led Volnar to become disillusioned and confused - everything was so wrong, so out of place. Who was right, and who was wrong? He didn't know anymore. He and his unit finally gathered the courage to desert the armed forces, however, and now are AWOL, roaming around everywhere they can, living off the luscious nature around them.


--Armaments--
Volnar has absolutely no abilities besides his swordsmanship and Widowmaker, his chosen weapon.

Widowmaker – Volnar’s single, preferred weapon, this was a special longsword his grandfather Sargon Silvermane found in an abandoned cave, and the only thing he left to Volnar once he died. The sword itself is purple in color, with a silver and golden trimmed handle, and the sword radiates an aura of elder power to anyone sensitive to the flow of magic. It is extremely hard to destroy the sword, as thousands of powerful magic wards are placed upon it, and the sword itself can cut through the hardest things or beings, magical in nature or not. Any powerful magi who happens to read the sword’s magic aura will find a much deeper and far more darker secret hidden within it…quite a scary ability, in fact, one only able to activate as he is drawn deeper and deeper into his own feelings.

--Likes/Dislikes--


~ Likes:
Philosophy
The study of mushrooms
His unit
Mathematics

~ Dislikes:
The Psychic Wars
His sword
Writing
Farce

--History--

Volnar Balrung was the son of the son of a legendary adventurer named Sargon Silvermane. Sargon Silvermane owed no allegiance to the major states, and he had no interest in smuggling; he was a soul intent to explore and find out all sorts of mysterious secrets in the land. So during the wars between the two countries he roamed with a party of fellow adventurers, looking for a good dungeon to raid, some good gold to gain and some nice ladies to take back home to his bedroom. This all came to an abrupt halt, however, when Sargon found an odd sword. He came home, gibbering about “the ruby monsters coming to life”, and was forevermore condemned to his rocking chair. Sargon had turned mad from the experience, so Sargon's own son, Elvor Silvermane, stopped adventuring to return home and help his grandfather with his newfound insanity, and raise his recent son, Volnar.

Elvor was just like Sargon in nature and lust; he loved the crawl of the dungeon, the smell of gold a room away, and some beautiful ladies to get lucky with, but he did not become as legendary or as powerful as his father. When Sargon returned home, bat-shit insane, Elvor came to help him; it was also around this time he met his future wife, Mara Balrung. At first sight they were in love, and this was true love; no infatuation, a connection rare in those days, one bred of magic. They were married and eventually bore a child, who they named Volnar Balrung, in honor of one of Sargon’s adventuring friends who had died when in an accident involving a hell-hound.

Volnar grew up on a farm, far away from the kingdom, oblivious to the fame of his grandfather and father. He eventually went to the city of magic, Teja, and loved everything about it. Learning from the grapevine that the forces needed soldiers for a war against the evil king, he immediately decided to join up. He was attracted to the life of the battlefield, the close combat, the steel on steel. As he was returning home, ready to arm himself for his entrance into the war between the good and bad kings, Volnar found his grandfather – dead. Although it wasn’t a moving experience for Volnar, as he didn’t really know his grandfather that much, it was supremely creepy, and what he found odd about his grandfather's death was that no one was home and, by the side of his grandfather, a sword was stained with an immense amount of blood. It had been untouched, so Volnar did not think of this as a suicide, although the incident disturbed him. He bent down to pick up the sword, but before he could it flew up into his hands. Shaken by the sudden magic movement of the sword, Volnar fled to tell his father of the event.

A funeral was held, but many people were thankful the man was dead, including Elvor, who thought of his father as a tortured soul. Soon after, life returned to normal and Volnar quickly rose through the ranks of war, elevating himself to the position of lieutenant from his wits, his powerful body and his shining presence on the battlefield. After that, though, he took part in a series of events that eventually led him to his current state - afraid, unsure of which side was right and confused. The "Psychic Wars", as they called them, involved horrible magic tactics - the unleashing of terrible demons upon the so-called "evil" king, the use of peasants in revolt, led by maniacal cultists sputtering devilish jibberish from their mouths. He was so shocked by this, in fact, he deserted the army, taking his whole squad with him. Now they continue to live off the land, always wandering, always waiting for a way to get away from it all.