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Post by He-Qui, Master of the Uniberse on Jun 17, 2018 17:08:40 GMT -6
Name: Solerius "Sol" Grandvault Appearance: What a bright and cheerful manKid, Teen, Young Adult, Adult, or Elder: Adult Bio: Solerius Grandvault is currently a mercenary operating out of a market town near the mainland capital, known as "Calidum Aetheres". Jaded and unmatched with a variety of weapons at the age of 32, the only thing that ever catches his attention these days is the show of coin. Before that, though, he was very different. Sol grew up in Calidum Aetheres, raised in a family of merchant-servants and all-but-destined to follow in their footsteps to survive. He wanted more out of his life than that, so he did what any spunky teen of his age would do, and steal some funds from his parents to run off and become a mercenary. With nothing but a bronze blade and the clothes on his back, he fought for survival in a mercenary band until he was 21, improving his quality of life and becoming quite the skilled swordsman. At that point he set out on his own, to be unhindered by the less-skilled around him and become the greatest swordsman of all time. His travels took him to all sorts of knight tournaments, where he learned more weapons and displayed his incredible skill for all to see. Over the years he trained himself in a wide variety of weapons, but swords always felt best in his hands. At the age of 30 he returned home to return to mercenary work. He couldn't find a challenge anymore, and his carefree spirit was burned away to a more serious and finance-focused approach. It was no longer about being the best, it was just a matter of making the money to put food on the table. He no longer cared about fame or being the best, but that didn't mean his skills ever deteriorated. He remained the best, never slacking on his training, but life felt like a routine to him at this point. Being a mercenary was just a job, it was no longer filled with the fan-fare he once saw through bright eyes. His eyes sat dark in his sockets at this point, accepting that he was never going to find challenge in a clash of weapons ever again. He resigned himself to his fate of a hired blade, coming to realize he was just a merchant-servant that carried different tools. Sol had just set up to wait for a new hire in the market place when the young girl had approached him. He was skeptical as she was fresh faced and her hands bore no scars, but the shadows under her tear-reddened eyes told him enough. With trembling hands, she held out a thick pouch of coins and asked for his services. Her brother had gone missing unexpectedly, and she had reason to believe it was not the simple accident that his guard captain had given their family as an excuse. The guard captain hadn't been able to look her family in the eyes, covered in deep scratches and bruises, jumping at the slightest sound. Her brother's fellow knights would find excuses to run away from her, wouldn't speak to her, and bore similar wounds, and Mira believed it was because something else had happened, and that something else had to do with her brother's disappearance. She had acquired a map of the route the ship had taken, and marked where the ship had crashed. She had offered to pay him near triple his usual rate, and truthfully he was a little interested so he began to say yes, but then she said she was to accompany him. The whole time. So it came down to whether or not he was willing to put up with an untrained whelp for the money that would set him up very well for quite some time. In the end, he agreed, and they were now traveling together. They're searching for more clues and a ship to take them where they need to go, and Sol is eager to get this job wrapped up so he doesn't have a kid's life on his hands. Affiliation (Clan of Zura, Jezelda Pack, or Neutral): Neutral |
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