Varus Gakarian
06-14-16, 09:20 PM
Name: Varus Gakarian
Nickname/Alias: Dance Master
Age: 29
Race: Drow
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180 lbs
Occupation: Captain of the Tango
Personality:
Varus usually has a mocking, sardonic manner, as befits the captain of a decently successful pirate ship. He spends a lot of his time drunk and surrounded in the toys he's bought himself over the years, which doesn't exactly endear him to people. However, he does like to talk at length when it's about his ship or his toys.
His one true pet peeve is slavers. No questions, no quarter. They die.
History:
Varus was born to two crew members aboard a smuggling ship that ran cargo between Corone and the mainland. He spent the majority of his childhood learning how ships worked, and wondering what it would be like to be rich. Little kid Varus never found out. When he was still quite young, he was abandoned in one of the tiny fishing ports that dotted the west coast of Alerar.
He quickly learned how to do two things: steal and stow away. Both of those turned out to be very useful when it came to the sticky-fingered little boy acquiring food and money for himself. Eventually, he stowed away on the wrong kind of ship and ended up in a slavers' den. The frightened elf boy nearly went mad as he hid and watched what the future slaves had to go through, havign to sleep through the sounds of screaming every night as he tried to figure out how to escape. It took him close to two years to do so. In the process, he found a certain affinity for killing, and a definite liking for the bastard sword he'd stolen and proceeded to swing around like a lumberjack's axe.
For the next few years, Varus grew into both his magical powers and the big old piece of black steel he'd stolen. He took to mercenary work, killing slavers wherever he went. One day, he finally got sick of being on the ground and stole a prototype airship from his employer, running off to the sea and places unknown until he finally began to recruit a crew to raid with.
Appearance:
Varus is a tall, gray-skinned man, as is typical of a Dark Elf. He commonly wears light-ish metal armor under a heavy seaman's trenchcoat, and his clothes are almost always entirely black. Despite his already large height, he insists on wearing heeled boots all the time.
Skills:
- Bladework: While his dueling style might not be the prettiest, Varus' bastard sword and knife skills are more than enough to keep him alive.
- Piloting: He knows how to make his Tango dance through the air and water.
Abilities:
- Blood Dance: What Varus calls the Blood Dance is actually him using his magic to increase his speed in order to overwhelm his opponent. It is extremely effective in short five-minute bursts for combat, or for distance running if he's not otherwise distracted. (x3 speed for 2 posts)
Equipment/Weapons:
- A black steel bastard sword: Nothing special besides the fact that it has slowly molded itself into the contours of Varus' hand.
- Iron armor: Your basic iron half-plate. Coverage for his chest, neck, and arms.
Nickname/Alias: Dance Master
Age: 29
Race: Drow
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180 lbs
Occupation: Captain of the Tango
Personality:
Varus usually has a mocking, sardonic manner, as befits the captain of a decently successful pirate ship. He spends a lot of his time drunk and surrounded in the toys he's bought himself over the years, which doesn't exactly endear him to people. However, he does like to talk at length when it's about his ship or his toys.
His one true pet peeve is slavers. No questions, no quarter. They die.
History:
Varus was born to two crew members aboard a smuggling ship that ran cargo between Corone and the mainland. He spent the majority of his childhood learning how ships worked, and wondering what it would be like to be rich. Little kid Varus never found out. When he was still quite young, he was abandoned in one of the tiny fishing ports that dotted the west coast of Alerar.
He quickly learned how to do two things: steal and stow away. Both of those turned out to be very useful when it came to the sticky-fingered little boy acquiring food and money for himself. Eventually, he stowed away on the wrong kind of ship and ended up in a slavers' den. The frightened elf boy nearly went mad as he hid and watched what the future slaves had to go through, havign to sleep through the sounds of screaming every night as he tried to figure out how to escape. It took him close to two years to do so. In the process, he found a certain affinity for killing, and a definite liking for the bastard sword he'd stolen and proceeded to swing around like a lumberjack's axe.
For the next few years, Varus grew into both his magical powers and the big old piece of black steel he'd stolen. He took to mercenary work, killing slavers wherever he went. One day, he finally got sick of being on the ground and stole a prototype airship from his employer, running off to the sea and places unknown until he finally began to recruit a crew to raid with.
Appearance:
Varus is a tall, gray-skinned man, as is typical of a Dark Elf. He commonly wears light-ish metal armor under a heavy seaman's trenchcoat, and his clothes are almost always entirely black. Despite his already large height, he insists on wearing heeled boots all the time.
Skills:
- Bladework: While his dueling style might not be the prettiest, Varus' bastard sword and knife skills are more than enough to keep him alive.
- Piloting: He knows how to make his Tango dance through the air and water.
Abilities:
- Blood Dance: What Varus calls the Blood Dance is actually him using his magic to increase his speed in order to overwhelm his opponent. It is extremely effective in short five-minute bursts for combat, or for distance running if he's not otherwise distracted. (x3 speed for 2 posts)
Equipment/Weapons:
- A black steel bastard sword: Nothing special besides the fact that it has slowly molded itself into the contours of Varus' hand.
- Iron armor: Your basic iron half-plate. Coverage for his chest, neck, and arms.