Talos+Aerith

Biography:

The Questions

Full name of Character: Talos Aerith Reason, meaning or purpose behind the name: Nickname: Reason for nickname: Race: Occupation/class: Warrior Social class: King/Hero

__Physical Appearance__: Age: 37 How old they appear: 45...ok and 1/2 Eye Color: a very strong light green Glasses or contacts? Neither Hair color length and style: Black & very short Weight and height: 6’7/243 lbs. Type of body (build): Defined, Burly. More slim than you would think Shape of face: Normal? Strong jaw line Distinguishing marks (dimples, moles, scars, birthmarks, etc.): Battle scars across chest, arm and near his jugular. Predominant feature: Eyes. Powerful. They keep attention. There is a story behind them. Is s/he healthy? Very If not, why not? Or why are they healthy? Because he has to kick ass. Do they look healthy? Why/why not? Yes with a dash of no

__Favorites__: Char’s favorite color: Red. Least favorite, why? Yellow. Because he thinks it makes the world seem more peaceful than it really is. Music? Traditional Mead Hall Music.Usually on the lute :) Least favorite music, why? Rap. That shizz is wack yo. Food: Meat Literature: Religious texts Mode of transport: Royal Horse. Odium (latin for Horror. Talking about the horror in his enemies eyes as the black maned steed approaches.) Hobbies: Doesn't have much time for hobbies. How do they spend a rainy day? The usual. Killing all who oppose. Don't get me wrong though. He is a very respectable guy.

__Personality__: Are they a daredevil or cautious? Daredevil Do they act the same alone as when with someone? Yes Drinks: Ale How much: too much for a peasant. Not enough for a warrior. Greatest Strength: Strategic Mind, Belligerent Nature. Greatest Weakness: Pride Soft spot: Under his left shoulder blade. Is their soft spot obvious, why/why not: No, its very well hidden by clothing/armor If not, how do they hide it: Clothes/Armor Biggest Vulnerability: Family

__Background__: Hometown: Arcis Type of childhood: Brutal Royalty. If that makes sense First Memory: The story behind his eyes. Most important child hood event that still effects him/her: Mother passing. Why? Its pretty obvious. Education: in politics. And pretty much anything that will help him be a king. Religion: Yes, I am still developing it. It is not a currently existing religion. Finances:FILTHY STINKING RICH.

__Family__: Mother: Relationship with her: umm, nothing. She’s dead. Father: Previous King Relationship with him: Basically nothing. Father didn’t really care. Siblings: How many, relationship with each: Two siblings. A brother and a sister. Other extended family: no Close? Why or why not: No. He killed his brother and his sister was married into another countries rulers as a peace negotiation type deal.

__Attitude__: Most at ease when: Feasting after a battle Most ill at ease when: Watching his men die in front of him. Priorities: To conquer all evil Philosophies: Carpe Diem. Seize the day. How they feel about themselves: Terrible. Because he has taken the lives of so many, but feels that it is necessary. Past failure they would be embarrassed to admit: Being defeated. Why? Humiliation. If granted one wish what would it be, why? Balanced power, and clarity of the mind

__Traits__: Optimist or pessimist? Why? Pessimist. Its better for planning strategies. Introvert or extrovert? Why? Extrovert. He is a leader and needs to be noticed/heard. Drives and motives: To lead the best country. Talents: Leadership Extremely skilled at: Hand-to-hand combat and sword fighting. Extremely unskilled at: Being nice Good characteristics: define good? Character flaws: Not the nicest guy. Biggest regret: Killing his brother. Minor regrets: Some choices that he made as king. Biggest accomplishment: Conquering the land that know makes up Arcis. Minor accomplishments: Attaining position of king. Darkest secret: Killed brother. Does anyone know? No.

__Self-perception__: One word they would use to describe themselves: Dark One paragraph of how they would describe themselves: I am not a very...kind king. I have done terrible things to become what I am today. Men fear me. Women tremble when they see me. All who have opposed me have fallen at the blade of my sword. I wait for the day that my son is old enough to take over my throne and all that it commands. What do they consider their best physical characteristic and why: Eyes. Because of their magical powers. The worst one? Under the left shoulder blade. He was stabbed there in his battle with his brother. The flesh hasn't healed properly. Are they realistic assessments? Ehh. Sorta. What four things would they be most likely to change about themselves: Be more considerate to his people. Also the shoulder blade weakness. To have NOT killed his brother (due to learning that he would have been named king anyways) Would changing of number 1 make them more happy?

__Interaction with other people__: How do they relate to others: Not good at all. How are they perceived by strangers: Feared Friends: none Wife/husband/lover: Wife. First impression of the character: Not a good person. What happens to change this perception: Nothing What do people like most about this character: His brilliant mind. What do they dislike most about them: His brutality. Immediate: Train his son. Long term: Conquer all evil. How do they plan to accomplish them: Warfare How will others be effected by this:death

__Problems/Crisis__: How do they react in a crisis: Smart and calm. How do they face problems: Strategically. Kind of problems they usually run into: Counter warfare. How they react to new problems: Observe it first. Then make a plan. How they react to change: Depends. Usually not very well

__General__: Favorite clothing, why: His custom made armor. It especially protects his weak spots. Heavy metal. Least favorite, why: Night time wear. Its so... Weak. Leaves him venerable Jewelry: Amulet of Kings. Augmented with Malachite gem. Other accessories: Sword of Kings. Triple folded steel double blade with silver encrusted edge Drives: Horse. Odium. Where do they live: Arcis Where do they want to live: Arcis Spending habits, why: Spends a lot of money on military. The city also has a very prosperous steel mining operation. Supplies almost all of the jobs. What do they do too much of, why: Drinking. It is believed to be the cause of many illnesses in Arcis. Most prized possession, why: Amulet of Kings. People they secretly admire, why: no one. Person they are most influenced by, why: In childhood, he was influenced by his father. Most important person in their life before story starts, why: Mentor. How do they spend the week just before the story starts:As any other.

__Run in with "The Fox"__: When Talos was just a boy, he and his brother Perolis were sent to clean out the cavalry stalls as a chore. This was to teach the boys discipline, regardless of who was to take the throne. While they were cleaning, Talos had gotten it into his head that if there was only one heir to the throne, than quite obviously the position would be given to the only heir. As these thoughts grew in his head, they also grew in disparity of what a true future king should be thinking. This eventually led to his corruption, with his mind being clouded by images of the crown upon his head and the Amulet of Kings around his neck. Talos acted in a way that was clearly outrageous and unnecessary. He grasped the nearest pitchfork and had attacked his unsuspecting brother. But Perolis had seen the attack coming out of the corner of his eye and reacted with amazing agility. Perolis had armed himself with a near by hammer used by the farrier to nail the horseshoes to the horses. The two brothers had battled for approximately twenty-five minutes before the death blow was struck. Perolis had fallen by the hand of Talos, his own brother. As the adrenaline rush was starting to fade, Talos had realized a slight pain in his back. Within seconds, that small discomfort had become a severe pain. Turns out that before Perolis was stricken down before his time, he had lacerated Talos's back causing profound bleeding. Talos became weak and fell on the floor next to his brother's cold and decaying corpse. His vision started to become blurry from the lack of blood flowing through his veins. But something odd had happened before he passed out. An eerie silhouetted figure approached him. Unable to determine who this shadowed character was, Talos had lost consciousness. When he awoke, he expected to see the bloody remains of his deceased sibling. Instead to his surprise, the stable was clean down to the last stall. Everything in place as if nothing had happened at all. Talos felt his back where he had been bleeding. Where he expected to be blood there was only bandage to be found. Upon searching his person, Talos found a small note in his pocket signed at the bottom as, "The Fox". The note read: Hello, my young friend. You seem to have gotten yourself into a bit of a tricky situation. I've cleaned up your mess for you, as you were in no position to do that yourself. I have done this, not because I condone what you have done, but because I believe that you have the capacity to be a good man and a great king. You will remember this day for the rest of your life. It will be a burden that you must bear. This day will define who you are and who you will become. In return for my help, I ask only one thing. From time to time, I may ask you to send me a report. detailing the status of your region. In this report, you should mention anything you find interesting or unusual. Remember this day, my friend. Until we meet again, I remain, The Fox

__Memoir__: (Didn't know if this was the right place to put it).

After many years of fighting and casualties on both sides, the final battle had took place. The battle was known as the bloodiest battle in the history of Arcis. Now it is remembered only as "Bellum Sanguenem", the battle of the bloods. It was also known as the battle where I had earned my throne. I was only about 22 years old at this point. I had decided to enlist into the army in order to earn the trust and loyalty of the people I would one day be ruling over. My father had very strong feelings toward this subject. He felt that I wasn't a good soldier and that I was almost indefinitely going to parish. I spent many days trying to convince him other wise. I had even hired a professional swordsman to give me proper training. I figured that if he were to see my skills, maybe he would give me consent to go and fight in the war. After many attempts, he finally gave me permission. He was very hesitant when saying this. I feel as if he only agreed because I was beginning to annoy him to the brink of insanity. I can completely understand where he is coming from though. He didn't want me to go because if something were to happen to me, there would be no heir to the family crown. But I guess I was a little reckless and rampant in my youth. I usually was always acting on my own with nothing to guide me. The rank of Colonel was given to me right away. I was both surprised and grateful, but this was no way to achieve my goal of being accepted by those around me as their king to be. I declined the position. I wanted to be in the mud with the others. I wanted to be one of the ones who were actually living and dying for Arcis. Not on a horse commanding them. The General that gave me this position, was a great friend of my father. In fact, when they were kids, they had fought side-by-side in many battles. He could sort of relate to how I was thinking. With the permission of the general, I was put on the front lines of the army as a regular soldier. No special treatment what-so-ever. Bellum Sanguenem had taken place on a grassy plane that stretched for miles in the front of the capital of Arcis. It was a battle that I would never forget. The battle ended with victory... but at a great cost. Bodies were strewn in all directions across the battlefield. Limbs of people that I once held so close, were littered across the horizon. The smell of dry blood filled the air and was stinging my nostrils. It was such a disgusting and demoralizing scent that could knock a full-grown man off of his feet. This area, that was once so happy and prosperous, is now dead, along with those who stood their ground trying to protect it. A deep silence had fallen upon me and all of the others who had survived. There was nothing honorable in this victory. No glory. No Nothing. Just silence. Hours ago, during the battle, I had encountered something that I never would have expected. As I was approaching an unsuspecting enemy soldier to slaughter him, I saw something so completely stunning that I had come to a standstill. I just stared, gaping at my target. I was unable to comprehend what was going on. The soldier must have heard me coming, because he had turned toward me all in one quick movement. We met eye-to-eye. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was my old friend Therin Rohns. He was cloaked in the thick crimson blood that was spurting out from his arm. The conflicting thoughts started to enter my mind. Does this mean that he is a magic caster? Am I the one to put him in his untimely grave? Somehow out of all the confusion, I had managed to blurt out a few mumbled words instructing Therin to leave before I was forced to kill him. Therin knew that he was no match for me. He turned without hesitation and took off in the opposite direction. Only to glance back at me as if trying to give thanks for not killing him. That day was one of the hardest days of my life. A day where I realized that everyone is not who they seem. A day where I realized that even the people around me could not be trusted. It was the day that everyone became my enemy.