Arvis
08-01-06, 10:06 AM
Name: Arvis Quesnel
Age: 80
Race: Dark elf
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Red
Height: 5"11
Weight: 180
Occupation: Adventurer
Personality:
Arvis has a very depressing and pessimistic personality. He still blames himself for all the lives that were lost the night he had to flee from Raiaera. Ever since then, he has spent most of his time alone, with just his thoughts and guilty conscience to keep him company. He tries to treat most people with respect, if he feels they deserve it.
Appearance:
Arvis stands at just under six feet tall, and has long white hair that he usually keeps tied back in a ponytail. His eyes are a crimson red, and his appearance would probably strike fear into the hearts of people who have never seen one of his kind before. He dresses like the common adventurer, cloak and light armor.
History:
Arvis was born in the capital of Alerar, Ettermire. His father was a lieutenant in the Dark Elvan army, more specifically, the intelligence department. From the day he was born, Arvis' father had great things in mind for his son. He entered his son into the military at the young age of 12 to begin his training, training for one of the most difficult missions a Dark Elf could be faced with. Along with his military training, he was well educated in languages and history, through the eyes of their people of course. He was trained in the art of Dual Wielding blades, as well as Stealth. Arvis also took brief courses in archery and throwing weapons. He spent every day of his life either in school, or in training, being denied a normal life and childhood. On his 50th birthday, his father revealed to him the reason why he was forced into the military program, and he would need every single thing he learned in this mission; he was to infiltrate the Elves in the realm of Raiaera. To Arvis, and every one else who knew about this, it seemed impossible from the beginning. How would he, a Dark Elf, infiltrate the Elves?! They were mortal enemies, looked nothing like each other so it could not be by way of disguise.
Arvis moved to a small shelter close to the northern border of Alerar which runs along the souther part of Raiaera. For months he studied the patrols and troop movements along the border, analyzing, and memorizing their actions, until he found a way in. If there is one weakness the Elves have, it is their compassion. Some see that as a noble attribute, but Arvis saw it as a way in.
The Dark Elf prepared his things and realised that this could be the last night he sees his home land, and made his way to the border. He met up with a small military patrol of the Dark Elven army, three of them to be exact. They silently moved noth until they were a few kilometres into the land of the Elves. Arvis prepared his comrades, and they waited for the Elven patrol. He was dressed in commoner's clothing, no weapons at all. When Arvis knew the Elven patrol would soon be approaching on their scheduled time, he ordered his three comrades to begin. The taller of the three lift his cloak over his shoulder, then wound up and connected a strong uppercut to Arvis' jaw. The uppercut was so powerful that it almost lifted him into the air as he fell to his knees. He started to scream and plead for his life.
"Please no, stop! Help! Help!"
The three soldiers took turns beating up on Arvis, kicking him, and booting him in the stomach while he was already on the ground, coughing up blood. After a few minutes which seemed like hours to Arvis, he could finally hear the sounds of Elven patrol approaching.
"Halt! Who goes there"
The soldiers continued their assault on Arvis until the Elves were in sight and took in the situation.
"What are you doing in our land, leave him alone!" Shouted one of the patrolmen, worried they were assaulting one of their own. One soldier withdrew a longsword, while the other withdrew his bow, and notched an arrow. The Dark Elves did not halt their assault on Arvis, continuing with kicks. One of them reached to their back and unsheathed a large great sword. A mere second later, and arrow pierced his wrist, causing him to drop his sword to the ground. The Dark Elves took off towards their land, one of them grunting in pain holding their wrist.
The Elven patrol rushed over to the wounded being covered in blood. They rolled him onto his back, and both jumped back onto their feet in shock, realising that this victim was also a Dark Elf. The patrolmen looked at each other, both in shock, wondering what was going on. The Elf with the longsword raised his blade into the air, and aimed it down towards Arvis. Arvis reached his hand upward, pleading for his life.
"We cannot allow him to live! He was trespassing." Claimed the elf holding the sword, ready to strike.
"Aren't you the least bit curious why he was being beaten by his own kind? There's no harm in finding out some information first..."
The Elf sheathed his sword, and they both kneeled next to the bleeding Arvis. One of them lifted him up into a seating position, whiping some blood off his face.
"Now speak! What were you doing in our land, and more importantly, why were they about to kill you?"
Arvis knew that this was it, the moment he had been planning, the moment where his performance would determine wether or not he lived, or would be executed.
"I...I came to warn you! They are planning an..an attack!"
The two Elves looked each other over, both bearring a completely baffled look.
"We can't take him seriously, he's one of them!" Said one to the other.
"Never the less, it could be true. Make haste back to the command center, give the word to prepare our defenses and troops."
The Elf with the bow then leaped to his feet, and was about to take off, before being interrupted by the voice of Arvis.
"No wait! They do not mean to attack you physically... They are planning to poison your water supply, then march their forces into a defenseless South Raiaera."
"How dare they, what cowards!" Furiously exclaimed the Elf looking over to his comrade. "Make your way back to the command center, warn them of this act, and then return with a mount for this dark elf... He may be able to help us"
Arvis awoke days later. He had passed out from the pain of his beating. He knew he told them to make it real, but for a few moments he actually thought they were going to kill him. He sat up in his bed, in what appeared to be some sort of medical center. He had no shirt on, with bandages wrapped around his ribs. So far so good, he thought to himself, now it all depended if everything went as planned.
Moments later, the door to his room kicked open, and entered the two familiar faces that had 'saved' his life. They pulled up two chairs to the end of the bed, and took a seat.
"How are you feeling?" asked one of the elves.
"I am ok, I owe my life to you two. Did I make it in time, did you get the word out?"
"Yes, we did, and to our suprise, you were right... We caught a Dark Elf soldier disguised as a merchant, riding in a carage full of barrels he claimed to be wine, saying it was a gift from his empire."
"We of course tested it," jumped in the other Elf, "It turned out to be Acidecus Florite, a deadly poison. Only a few cups poored into the water system of a village could kill every one. We are the ones that owe you our thanks, but now the question we have all been waiting to ask you... Why?"
Arvis took a deep breath, making sure to think hard before he spoke. He did not want to get caught in a lie when he has already come this far.
"I am, or...was, a villager in the town that they were producing the poison. I watched as they planned, and laughed to each other, picturing all the innocent Elves falling to the ground, grasping their throats, dying... The Empire of Alerar have become weak, and they are now a bunch of cowards! I may be young, but I am a student of the old ways of battle, of honor. I am ashamed to be called one of them. That is why I fled into your land last night, but I was spotted, and followed. I ran for my life, but eventually they caught up to me... Minutes later is when you two showed up."
The two elves looked each other over, analyzing his story. They stood and left their room, and made their way to their commander to explain everything. When they left, Arvis rose out of his bed, and made his way to his window. What he saw pleased him, he had made it inside the command center.
After much debate and deliberating, the Raiaera government decided to grant Arvis assylum. It was the first time ever, that a Dark Elf, had received assylum in Raiaera, land of their mortal enemies. Arvis spent the next three decades feeding information to his homeland. Information on troop movements, their training, anything he encountered. Once a week he would have a carrier bird carry letters to his father, sometimes he would get a response. After a while, Arvis started to realise that the Elves were much different then they are made it to be in his homeland. They are much more friendly, and peaceful. The first few years were hard, as many Elves had never even seen a Dark elf before, and the sight of him struck fear into the hearts of villagers. After spending so much time living amongst them, he became one of them to the elves. They nursed him back to health, gave him a home, and he eventually became an apprentice to the blacksmith. After a while, they seemed less like mortal enemies to him, and more like home. Approximately 28 years after the day he arrived in Raiaera, Arvis received a letter from his father, the one he had been dreadding the arrival of.
Arvis,
The time has come, son! Two weeks from today, the northern regiment of our army marches into Raiaera, and it is all thanks to you. Without you, and the information you have been giving us, we wouldn't be able to do this. We are prepared for all their defenses and tactics. In two weeks we begin our conquest to rid the world of the weak Elves!"
Arvis sunk to the floor, his back to the wall. "What have I done?" he thought to himself. He was brought up to hate these people. He was trained to infiltrate and help in the destruction of these people, why would he feel remorce? Even as an outsider, and an enemy, he was treated with respect here. He had a new life now, and an occupation that he enjoyed, but he could not betray his homeland, and his father. Arvis spent the next two weeks fighting a battle of morals inside his head. Even if he decided to warn the Elves, how would they take it? They would realise what Arvis has been doing all this time, and if he said nothing, the people who took him in and cared for him would perish. The night had come, and Arvis realised what he had to do. He made his way over to the blacksmith, the streets almost empty at this late hour of the night. He picked up two scimitars he had just finished working on, and attached them to his belt. He found a black cotehardie lying on the floor in the back corner. It was mostly used to help protect from the heat and flames, but it would have to do as armor for now. He found a small throwing axe in the pile of scrap weapons, and inserted it onto his belt behind his back. He wrapped his green cloak around his neck, and as he made his way out the door, he grabbed a short bow and quiver of arrows, placing them over his shoulder, and made his way to the watchtower.
Arvis climbed up the the steps to the watchtower, opening the hatch at the top, startling the guard who was on duty.
"Sound the alarm! The Dark Elves are marching and will be here soon!"
The guard had a stunned look on his face, wondering if he was actually serious.
"DO IT!" Shouted Arvis, as the guard jumped to his feet and sounded the alarm.
Arvis climbed down, and began to make his way to the woods, and away from the fighting. He could not fight his own people, he told himself, and he will be treated as a spy once the night is over, if the elves survive... Arvis rushed through mobs of soldiers making their way to the armory to prepare for battle, when he heard the guard from the watchtower scream out.
"They are here! A whole regiment, battle stations!!!"
Moments later the Dark Elves reached the border of the town, and the fighting began. Arvis could hear the clashing of blades and screams of pain in the background. Then, he noticed another small group of Dark Elf troops enterring the town from back as well, it was a pincer attack. The Dark Elves immediately began to set fire to homes, slashing down any one in their way. He could not get caught in the middle of this. He made his way west towards the aqueduct building, knowing he could follow the sewers to the outside of town, and leave this all behind him. As he passed by an allyway, he heard a familiar voice crying for help. Arvis lunged into the allyway to see one of the patrolmen that had saved him the very first night of his mission, being beaten by 3 dark elfs. Arvis quickly took his bow off his back, notched a arrow, and fired before he could even think. The arrow pierced right through the neck of one of the Dark elves, dropping him to the ground, blood squirting onto the wall of the building they were next to. The other two soldiers dashed towards Arvis while he withdrew his two scimitars to defend himself. The two soldiers both swung their longswords overhead attempting to strike down. Arvis crossed his two scimitars and held them upward, placing his right foot back for leverage. The two blades connected with the scimitars, causing sparks to fly. Then, the two soldiers realised that this was no elf, he was one of them. Arvis took advantage of their confusion and shock, and ducked to the side, causing the momentum of the two soldiers attack to send them to the ground. Arvis struck quickly, slicing the throat of one of the soldiers, and burrying his second scimitar into the chest of the other soldier on the ground.
There was no going back now. He had struck down his own kind, an act which is punishable by execution, and if he stayed anywhere in the lands of Raiaera, he would be treated as a spy, and could also be executed. So he did the only thing he could think of, and made a run for it. He made his way to the aqueduct, jumping into the sewers, and running leaving everything behind.
Arvis now wonders the land of Radasanth and the woods of Concordia, living on his own, doing the odd job as a mercenary whenever he needed gold.
Skills:
Dual Wielding
Arvis is skilled in the art of Dual Wielding two blades, something he was trained in from a very young age. Since he is so used to fighting with two blades, he is quite the novice when only using one, should he ever have to.
Pyro-kinetics
Arvis has the ability to somewhat control and create fire. It is a skill that is mostly only used for starting campfires or lighting torches, but not strong enough to cause any serious burns to any one. It is more of a tactic of distracting and stunning foes in battle.
Throwing
Arvis has some minor throwing skills. His aim is only good enough to be used in close range, and on large targets.
Equipment:
Weapons
Double Scimitars
Arvis carries two scimitars sheathed at each side of his waist. Both
scimitars have a black hilt attached to a steel blade. Both blades have a
flame design running up the middle of each side of the blade, from the hilt
to the tip, the only difference is one is red, while the other scimitar's
design is blue. The blades are not extremely curved compaired to some
scimitars, making them a little more durable.
Tomahawk
Sheathed behind his back onto his belt, is a small throwing axe. The hilt
is made of plain wood that is painted red, and the blade of the axe is made
of iron. A little rusted, it is mainly used for cutting wood.
Short Hunting Bow
Arvis also travels with a short hunting bow hanging off of his back, along
with a quiver of 12 stone arrows. Mostly used for hunting, the stone arrows
are just able to penetrate the skin of a wild animal.
Armor
Cloak
On his back, is a dark green water-proof cloak. The cloak helps to keep
Arvis somewhat camouflaged in the right surroundings. It also helps to keep
him warm and dry in the rain.
Black Cotehardie
His body armor is more of a black coat. It does not offer much protection,
especially against weapons, but it is the sacrifice he makes to be
comfortable, lighter, and feel more agile. It does have some inner padding
to help lessen the impact of blunt objects, or any sharp bushes or brush.
The black armor, along with the combination of his black skin, the dark cloak
help to keep him very stealthy at night.
Familiars/Mount:
Caillum
Caillum is a black stallion that Arvis found wild in the woods of Concordia.
It has a tuff of white hair running down the back of it's head and neck. Arvis found the horse cornered against a rock wall by a Drave, who was ready to pounce onto Caillum for the kill. As he leapped through the air, Arvis pulled out his tomahawk and threw it as fast as he could towards the path of the Drave. The axe pierced the ribs of the Drave, knocking it to the ground. Arvis quickly dashed in front of the stallion, and withdrew his two scimitars. The Drave stood up, dazed, and now angry. The manes that run down his back ruffled up as he showed his teeth, trying to intimidate Arvis. The beast lunged towards Arvis, his two front massive paws in the air moving to strike, and his jaw open wide. Arvis rolled to his right side moving out of the way and back onto his feet. As soon as the Drave landed, he jumped to the side towards Arvis, but was met with the landing of the stallions two front hooves onto the Drave's back. Arvis hopped into the air and lunged his two scimitars into the neck of the beast, killing it. After the battle, the horse would not stop following Arvis around, and they became friends, and to this day,
Arvis' only friend. He does not use a saddle, just a small blanket when riding the horse.
((Cannot be used in battle, or be sold))
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I tried to be as accurate as possible when talking about Alerar and Raiaera and the elves and such. If anything is off, let me know.
Age: 80
Race: Dark elf
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Red
Height: 5"11
Weight: 180
Occupation: Adventurer
Personality:
Arvis has a very depressing and pessimistic personality. He still blames himself for all the lives that were lost the night he had to flee from Raiaera. Ever since then, he has spent most of his time alone, with just his thoughts and guilty conscience to keep him company. He tries to treat most people with respect, if he feels they deserve it.
Appearance:
Arvis stands at just under six feet tall, and has long white hair that he usually keeps tied back in a ponytail. His eyes are a crimson red, and his appearance would probably strike fear into the hearts of people who have never seen one of his kind before. He dresses like the common adventurer, cloak and light armor.
History:
Arvis was born in the capital of Alerar, Ettermire. His father was a lieutenant in the Dark Elvan army, more specifically, the intelligence department. From the day he was born, Arvis' father had great things in mind for his son. He entered his son into the military at the young age of 12 to begin his training, training for one of the most difficult missions a Dark Elf could be faced with. Along with his military training, he was well educated in languages and history, through the eyes of their people of course. He was trained in the art of Dual Wielding blades, as well as Stealth. Arvis also took brief courses in archery and throwing weapons. He spent every day of his life either in school, or in training, being denied a normal life and childhood. On his 50th birthday, his father revealed to him the reason why he was forced into the military program, and he would need every single thing he learned in this mission; he was to infiltrate the Elves in the realm of Raiaera. To Arvis, and every one else who knew about this, it seemed impossible from the beginning. How would he, a Dark Elf, infiltrate the Elves?! They were mortal enemies, looked nothing like each other so it could not be by way of disguise.
Arvis moved to a small shelter close to the northern border of Alerar which runs along the souther part of Raiaera. For months he studied the patrols and troop movements along the border, analyzing, and memorizing their actions, until he found a way in. If there is one weakness the Elves have, it is their compassion. Some see that as a noble attribute, but Arvis saw it as a way in.
The Dark Elf prepared his things and realised that this could be the last night he sees his home land, and made his way to the border. He met up with a small military patrol of the Dark Elven army, three of them to be exact. They silently moved noth until they were a few kilometres into the land of the Elves. Arvis prepared his comrades, and they waited for the Elven patrol. He was dressed in commoner's clothing, no weapons at all. When Arvis knew the Elven patrol would soon be approaching on their scheduled time, he ordered his three comrades to begin. The taller of the three lift his cloak over his shoulder, then wound up and connected a strong uppercut to Arvis' jaw. The uppercut was so powerful that it almost lifted him into the air as he fell to his knees. He started to scream and plead for his life.
"Please no, stop! Help! Help!"
The three soldiers took turns beating up on Arvis, kicking him, and booting him in the stomach while he was already on the ground, coughing up blood. After a few minutes which seemed like hours to Arvis, he could finally hear the sounds of Elven patrol approaching.
"Halt! Who goes there"
The soldiers continued their assault on Arvis until the Elves were in sight and took in the situation.
"What are you doing in our land, leave him alone!" Shouted one of the patrolmen, worried they were assaulting one of their own. One soldier withdrew a longsword, while the other withdrew his bow, and notched an arrow. The Dark Elves did not halt their assault on Arvis, continuing with kicks. One of them reached to their back and unsheathed a large great sword. A mere second later, and arrow pierced his wrist, causing him to drop his sword to the ground. The Dark Elves took off towards their land, one of them grunting in pain holding their wrist.
The Elven patrol rushed over to the wounded being covered in blood. They rolled him onto his back, and both jumped back onto their feet in shock, realising that this victim was also a Dark Elf. The patrolmen looked at each other, both in shock, wondering what was going on. The Elf with the longsword raised his blade into the air, and aimed it down towards Arvis. Arvis reached his hand upward, pleading for his life.
"We cannot allow him to live! He was trespassing." Claimed the elf holding the sword, ready to strike.
"Aren't you the least bit curious why he was being beaten by his own kind? There's no harm in finding out some information first..."
The Elf sheathed his sword, and they both kneeled next to the bleeding Arvis. One of them lifted him up into a seating position, whiping some blood off his face.
"Now speak! What were you doing in our land, and more importantly, why were they about to kill you?"
Arvis knew that this was it, the moment he had been planning, the moment where his performance would determine wether or not he lived, or would be executed.
"I...I came to warn you! They are planning an..an attack!"
The two Elves looked each other over, both bearring a completely baffled look.
"We can't take him seriously, he's one of them!" Said one to the other.
"Never the less, it could be true. Make haste back to the command center, give the word to prepare our defenses and troops."
The Elf with the bow then leaped to his feet, and was about to take off, before being interrupted by the voice of Arvis.
"No wait! They do not mean to attack you physically... They are planning to poison your water supply, then march their forces into a defenseless South Raiaera."
"How dare they, what cowards!" Furiously exclaimed the Elf looking over to his comrade. "Make your way back to the command center, warn them of this act, and then return with a mount for this dark elf... He may be able to help us"
Arvis awoke days later. He had passed out from the pain of his beating. He knew he told them to make it real, but for a few moments he actually thought they were going to kill him. He sat up in his bed, in what appeared to be some sort of medical center. He had no shirt on, with bandages wrapped around his ribs. So far so good, he thought to himself, now it all depended if everything went as planned.
Moments later, the door to his room kicked open, and entered the two familiar faces that had 'saved' his life. They pulled up two chairs to the end of the bed, and took a seat.
"How are you feeling?" asked one of the elves.
"I am ok, I owe my life to you two. Did I make it in time, did you get the word out?"
"Yes, we did, and to our suprise, you were right... We caught a Dark Elf soldier disguised as a merchant, riding in a carage full of barrels he claimed to be wine, saying it was a gift from his empire."
"We of course tested it," jumped in the other Elf, "It turned out to be Acidecus Florite, a deadly poison. Only a few cups poored into the water system of a village could kill every one. We are the ones that owe you our thanks, but now the question we have all been waiting to ask you... Why?"
Arvis took a deep breath, making sure to think hard before he spoke. He did not want to get caught in a lie when he has already come this far.
"I am, or...was, a villager in the town that they were producing the poison. I watched as they planned, and laughed to each other, picturing all the innocent Elves falling to the ground, grasping their throats, dying... The Empire of Alerar have become weak, and they are now a bunch of cowards! I may be young, but I am a student of the old ways of battle, of honor. I am ashamed to be called one of them. That is why I fled into your land last night, but I was spotted, and followed. I ran for my life, but eventually they caught up to me... Minutes later is when you two showed up."
The two elves looked each other over, analyzing his story. They stood and left their room, and made their way to their commander to explain everything. When they left, Arvis rose out of his bed, and made his way to his window. What he saw pleased him, he had made it inside the command center.
After much debate and deliberating, the Raiaera government decided to grant Arvis assylum. It was the first time ever, that a Dark Elf, had received assylum in Raiaera, land of their mortal enemies. Arvis spent the next three decades feeding information to his homeland. Information on troop movements, their training, anything he encountered. Once a week he would have a carrier bird carry letters to his father, sometimes he would get a response. After a while, Arvis started to realise that the Elves were much different then they are made it to be in his homeland. They are much more friendly, and peaceful. The first few years were hard, as many Elves had never even seen a Dark elf before, and the sight of him struck fear into the hearts of villagers. After spending so much time living amongst them, he became one of them to the elves. They nursed him back to health, gave him a home, and he eventually became an apprentice to the blacksmith. After a while, they seemed less like mortal enemies to him, and more like home. Approximately 28 years after the day he arrived in Raiaera, Arvis received a letter from his father, the one he had been dreadding the arrival of.
Arvis,
The time has come, son! Two weeks from today, the northern regiment of our army marches into Raiaera, and it is all thanks to you. Without you, and the information you have been giving us, we wouldn't be able to do this. We are prepared for all their defenses and tactics. In two weeks we begin our conquest to rid the world of the weak Elves!"
Arvis sunk to the floor, his back to the wall. "What have I done?" he thought to himself. He was brought up to hate these people. He was trained to infiltrate and help in the destruction of these people, why would he feel remorce? Even as an outsider, and an enemy, he was treated with respect here. He had a new life now, and an occupation that he enjoyed, but he could not betray his homeland, and his father. Arvis spent the next two weeks fighting a battle of morals inside his head. Even if he decided to warn the Elves, how would they take it? They would realise what Arvis has been doing all this time, and if he said nothing, the people who took him in and cared for him would perish. The night had come, and Arvis realised what he had to do. He made his way over to the blacksmith, the streets almost empty at this late hour of the night. He picked up two scimitars he had just finished working on, and attached them to his belt. He found a black cotehardie lying on the floor in the back corner. It was mostly used to help protect from the heat and flames, but it would have to do as armor for now. He found a small throwing axe in the pile of scrap weapons, and inserted it onto his belt behind his back. He wrapped his green cloak around his neck, and as he made his way out the door, he grabbed a short bow and quiver of arrows, placing them over his shoulder, and made his way to the watchtower.
Arvis climbed up the the steps to the watchtower, opening the hatch at the top, startling the guard who was on duty.
"Sound the alarm! The Dark Elves are marching and will be here soon!"
The guard had a stunned look on his face, wondering if he was actually serious.
"DO IT!" Shouted Arvis, as the guard jumped to his feet and sounded the alarm.
Arvis climbed down, and began to make his way to the woods, and away from the fighting. He could not fight his own people, he told himself, and he will be treated as a spy once the night is over, if the elves survive... Arvis rushed through mobs of soldiers making their way to the armory to prepare for battle, when he heard the guard from the watchtower scream out.
"They are here! A whole regiment, battle stations!!!"
Moments later the Dark Elves reached the border of the town, and the fighting began. Arvis could hear the clashing of blades and screams of pain in the background. Then, he noticed another small group of Dark Elf troops enterring the town from back as well, it was a pincer attack. The Dark Elves immediately began to set fire to homes, slashing down any one in their way. He could not get caught in the middle of this. He made his way west towards the aqueduct building, knowing he could follow the sewers to the outside of town, and leave this all behind him. As he passed by an allyway, he heard a familiar voice crying for help. Arvis lunged into the allyway to see one of the patrolmen that had saved him the very first night of his mission, being beaten by 3 dark elfs. Arvis quickly took his bow off his back, notched a arrow, and fired before he could even think. The arrow pierced right through the neck of one of the Dark elves, dropping him to the ground, blood squirting onto the wall of the building they were next to. The other two soldiers dashed towards Arvis while he withdrew his two scimitars to defend himself. The two soldiers both swung their longswords overhead attempting to strike down. Arvis crossed his two scimitars and held them upward, placing his right foot back for leverage. The two blades connected with the scimitars, causing sparks to fly. Then, the two soldiers realised that this was no elf, he was one of them. Arvis took advantage of their confusion and shock, and ducked to the side, causing the momentum of the two soldiers attack to send them to the ground. Arvis struck quickly, slicing the throat of one of the soldiers, and burrying his second scimitar into the chest of the other soldier on the ground.
There was no going back now. He had struck down his own kind, an act which is punishable by execution, and if he stayed anywhere in the lands of Raiaera, he would be treated as a spy, and could also be executed. So he did the only thing he could think of, and made a run for it. He made his way to the aqueduct, jumping into the sewers, and running leaving everything behind.
Arvis now wonders the land of Radasanth and the woods of Concordia, living on his own, doing the odd job as a mercenary whenever he needed gold.
Skills:
Dual Wielding
Arvis is skilled in the art of Dual Wielding two blades, something he was trained in from a very young age. Since he is so used to fighting with two blades, he is quite the novice when only using one, should he ever have to.
Pyro-kinetics
Arvis has the ability to somewhat control and create fire. It is a skill that is mostly only used for starting campfires or lighting torches, but not strong enough to cause any serious burns to any one. It is more of a tactic of distracting and stunning foes in battle.
Throwing
Arvis has some minor throwing skills. His aim is only good enough to be used in close range, and on large targets.
Equipment:
Weapons
Double Scimitars
Arvis carries two scimitars sheathed at each side of his waist. Both
scimitars have a black hilt attached to a steel blade. Both blades have a
flame design running up the middle of each side of the blade, from the hilt
to the tip, the only difference is one is red, while the other scimitar's
design is blue. The blades are not extremely curved compaired to some
scimitars, making them a little more durable.
Tomahawk
Sheathed behind his back onto his belt, is a small throwing axe. The hilt
is made of plain wood that is painted red, and the blade of the axe is made
of iron. A little rusted, it is mainly used for cutting wood.
Short Hunting Bow
Arvis also travels with a short hunting bow hanging off of his back, along
with a quiver of 12 stone arrows. Mostly used for hunting, the stone arrows
are just able to penetrate the skin of a wild animal.
Armor
Cloak
On his back, is a dark green water-proof cloak. The cloak helps to keep
Arvis somewhat camouflaged in the right surroundings. It also helps to keep
him warm and dry in the rain.
Black Cotehardie
His body armor is more of a black coat. It does not offer much protection,
especially against weapons, but it is the sacrifice he makes to be
comfortable, lighter, and feel more agile. It does have some inner padding
to help lessen the impact of blunt objects, or any sharp bushes or brush.
The black armor, along with the combination of his black skin, the dark cloak
help to keep him very stealthy at night.
Familiars/Mount:
Caillum
Caillum is a black stallion that Arvis found wild in the woods of Concordia.
It has a tuff of white hair running down the back of it's head and neck. Arvis found the horse cornered against a rock wall by a Drave, who was ready to pounce onto Caillum for the kill. As he leapped through the air, Arvis pulled out his tomahawk and threw it as fast as he could towards the path of the Drave. The axe pierced the ribs of the Drave, knocking it to the ground. Arvis quickly dashed in front of the stallion, and withdrew his two scimitars. The Drave stood up, dazed, and now angry. The manes that run down his back ruffled up as he showed his teeth, trying to intimidate Arvis. The beast lunged towards Arvis, his two front massive paws in the air moving to strike, and his jaw open wide. Arvis rolled to his right side moving out of the way and back onto his feet. As soon as the Drave landed, he jumped to the side towards Arvis, but was met with the landing of the stallions two front hooves onto the Drave's back. Arvis hopped into the air and lunged his two scimitars into the neck of the beast, killing it. After the battle, the horse would not stop following Arvis around, and they became friends, and to this day,
Arvis' only friend. He does not use a saddle, just a small blanket when riding the horse.
((Cannot be used in battle, or be sold))
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I tried to be as accurate as possible when talking about Alerar and Raiaera and the elves and such. If anything is off, let me know.