Valar Morghulis [Gladiolus] WIP

MY NAME IS Valar Morghulis, AND MY AFFINITY IS Ice. MY SECONDARY ELEMENTAL IS Fire. I AM Heterosexual AND I AM PLAYED BY Snow.

+ Adventurous, Loyal, Observant, Honorable, Persistent, Kind, Respectful, Carefree.

- Flirtatious, Impulsive, Mysterious, Aloof, Crafty, Stoical, Withdrawn, Sadistic


Valar was a young boy with inspiration. He often enjoyed the tales of a great fantasy novel and hoped to one day be apart of adventures such as that. He was alone for the most part of his life. After he was born, Valor's mother died shortly after and his father forever looked down on him from that day. His father upheld his duty as he'll watch over him as he grew up, but by the time he was in his late teens. He didn't care so much, but more so sought to abuse Valor the older he got. The family grew up in a state of poverty, but it was more so Kite was given the short end of the stick. So, that led to Valar being known as one of the thorny kids that lingered around the town, Galatea.

He lived every day to the fullest for the most part, but that was until he ran into a stranger within the capital, Gladiolus. This stranger had the looks of what would be a very important figurehead of some great empire, but it was just a young man/girl(haven't decided yet{subject to change due to any PCs willing to fill the role}). They bumped into each other and fell towards the ground. Valar being the first one back to his feet began to rub his rear end as he took a nasty spill on it. He helped the stranger up and was about to leave, but that was when this entity offered him a place at his table. Valar being basically underfed his entire life because of the hatred his father harbored against him; couldn't refuse the offer. He took it with a bowing grace.

The two roamed around town together and talked of their dreams. The duo had so much in common and they ate to their hearts contempt. Valar never knew a noble hospitality as the one he was receiving this day. He experienced the hardships that were left to him and his own people who had lived their lives through the slums. However, it gave some a different way out, but most importantly one of those people was Valar. He had found a friend by enduring the hardships, but he also had to remember with their different stations. That it would only last for so long. And with all good things they came to an end as the father of the noble would find out and forbid him to hang with him. It was the law of their family to not deal with "Gutter Trash".

One again Morghulis understood the severity of solitude, but this time he wouldn't just sit around. He was cursing himself one night when he came across a local brawl in the streets. However, this brawl had gone from a typical hand to hand scrap to using weapons. There stood a cloaked figure who was adorned in a long green cloak with a feathery cowl around the hood. He had on hard leather armored that was finely tethered and well crafted. His hands were covered in wolf skin gloves and his boots were made of the same fabric as well. On his sides were two sharp blades that curved shapely. These fine blades were made all for slashing and at first glance it was hard to discern them for what they were, scimitars.

Valar watched the battle as it escalated into a whirlwind of swords, but the stranger with the two scimitars was very efficient with his blades. They met the brute who pressed hard with his longsword as it was knocked aside. The blade sliding beneath the feet of Valar as he looked down, but when his gaze went up towards the battle the man was on his knees yielding. Valar was shocked at the display and walked up to the winner of the battle. He tapped him on the shoulder and the man turned around to look at Valar. However, the sight Valar got was different from anything he had seen. The man's facial features were hidden behind a mask.

Valar walked over with the longsword that was knocked from that man's hand. He held it up and then dropped down to one knee as his other hand held the blade out over his head. He looked up at the man with a determined face and asked to be taught the sword. Reluctantly, the man looked at him as if sizing the young man up and nodded. He didn't say nothing, but waved his hand in a gesture telling him to follow. On that fateful day, Valar, the abused child, the friend of a noble, and now the outcast to all was taken in and trained for the next ten years. He was put through vigorous training and soon came to find out that he had a talent for the sword as well. He even had found out through some training that he possessed the element of Ice.

It had leaked out one day during one errant slash that caused a strong wind that had froze on the edge of his master's plated armor that was covering his shoulder from the blow. Then a few months later he found out that he also had the exact opposite of the same technique. He had flames that fired a crescent blast of plasma flames at his opponents. His master smiled at him or rather looked at him with a approving look on his face. He would be taught all he needed to know to survive, but on the last day of his training. His master was last seen in this shack on the horizon and he had asked of Valar to meet him there. The young teen was seen rushing towards the hut when a man stepped out from entrance and a large flame enveloped the area. He looked at him with an pained expression on his face...

What was he to do? He saw it all come to an end right there. Everything he worked on was within that building, but he didn't know what to do. He had learn how to use a sword from this man. To protect himself and others alike. He wanted to be the sword to protect everyone, but he no longer had any purpose. He walked away saddened at the thought, but when he looked back his master stood there in the flames going down with the entire area. Nothing was said between the two because their conversations were often carried through the song of blades. Now he had a new song to write on his own. He found his impoverish father sometime later and decided to pay him back for all he had done. He brought up his sword as he'll swing it in a wide downward arc, cleaving through his collarbone to crash into his lungs and dig deep into his heart. That moment on the young man known as Valar Morghulis would write his name in a Song of Ice and Fire. He would leave the city and head out to embrace life, to live by his own ideals, continue to master his craft, and learn more of himself.

OPTIONAL. This can include likes/dislikes, personal secrets, fears, goals, etc.