Player Contact Information Real Name: Christopher Wakefield Y! Profile: alerataivar ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Veriss Trelem Age: 39 Birth Year: NRC 487 Gender: Female Race: Human Homeland: Kanon Physical Description: Veriss is a very well built person physically. She seems to be gigantic for a human being. Muscles ripple across her arms and legs. Her chest is chisled and her abs as tight as can be. Veriss has a slightly squarish head. Even her face looks a little muscular. There isn't much trace of feminism on her face. Veriss is a little flat-chested. All across her body are battle scars that dot her muscles, although there are none on her face. Clothing and Armor: Veriss is never not wearing a normal attire of combat clothing. She wears combat leggings and tunic, made of a strong leather. Battle boots and gloves are also on(Kanon usually). In times of prepared war, she wears full armor, including breastplate, metal leggings, arms, and a helmet(These all reside in Kanon. If she is not there to prepare, they are not available). She is completely covered in a full suit. Under travelling purposes, she wears a thick scale mail(normally). Weapon: The first weapon, her two-handed sword, is a custom made. It is made longer and thicker than most. The reason for this is that, simply, Veriss is able to handle it. This blade is used in normal fighting combat. Its unique designs and custom engravings make this sword look beyond valuable. This blade was found with her when she was found. The other weapon, a rather overweighted and over sized mace, is strapped on her back. This weapon seems unusable by normal warriors. It seems too heavy. Even Veriss has trouble using it in normal combat. But, when a beserking occurs, she instinctively reaches for it, forgetting the sword for the more destructive weapon. A simple Forging hammer can be grabbed from her leg in times of need. It is nothing more than a heat resistant metal mallet made for shaping hot metal. Height: 6'4" Weight: 230lbs Build: Extremely masculine, Muscular Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue-Green Skin Tone: Fair Occupation/Class: Warrioress and trainer for soldiers of Kanon. Also a blacksmith. Weapons: Two Handed Sword(Bigger than normal.), Giant Mace, Forging Hammer Armor: Thick Scale male, battle boots, battle leggings, battle gloves, battle arm coverings, battle tunic, full suit of armor, helmet Non-Magic Items: Food rations, weapon and armor repair kit, a compass, mapbook, and a bracelet Horse: Greysoul Magic Items: Red Crystal that is made to hold a spirit Enchantments: None Special Abilities: Berserker Notes on Items and Enchantments: The Crystal is unused and inactive. No one knows how to activate it. Notes on Abilities: Beserk: Veriss is a beserker. This is to say that she is possessed by the spirit of rage and anger, Hyuri. This boosts her speed and strength to a whole new level, unhumanly possible without magic. This also blurs her understanding of what is actually happening. The only thing in the mind of the beserker is the need to kill, anger, and the thirst for destruction. Veriss has been toying with this force ever since she got it, training herself to harness it. Although her mind is blurred by the force of the possession, she can still retain a very basic thought or goal in mind. She can force a stop to the power most of the time before she destroys too much or kills an ally. With the already extremely strong nature of Veriss' body, the force of possession and the amount of physical prowess is beyond that of most creatures in the world, minus gods, dragons, and other gigantic creatures. Like all beserkers, something triggers Hyuri naturally. What triggers her is betrayal of nearly any kind. Refer to the history as to why. History: At birth, Veriss was with a warrior father and a sorceress mother. The mother produced triplets. In this birth, each was, they believed, destined to do much for the world. But, the stress from the birth on her body was too much for her. After the birth, they learned that the children's mother had been seriously damaged during the process. Complications and a lack of a healer of enough reknown to stop the process, the mother slowly and painfully died. Under her last day, she decided that she would cast one last spell. She summoned her husband to her with her tome of Kastuulian spells. She also summoned her three children. the first(Alera, not her original name), she decided was destined to be a sorceress. She blessed the child. The second child(Veriss) she expected to become a warrioress. She blessed the child. The third(Terelyn), she could not envision. She hoped that this child would become something better than the others. She blessed the child as well. She took two amulets. One of blue, one of red, and picked the blue one. Her last orders were to send each child off to be adopted. The amulet of blue, she said, would carry her soul to guide one of them. She chose the first to carry her. The second, the red crystal, would go to the warrioress. She would carry the soul of her father. The third would not receive a crystal. The third, she believed, needed no guide to her life. With her last powers, she sealed her soul into the blue crystal, and died. The first was sent off with a staff and her mother's tome. The second, was sent a month later, red crystal with her and a two-handed sword. The third stayed until she was 1 year and a half. She was sent off a few days before her father died. The crystal of red never recieved the soul it was made for... Veriss was found at the age of six months. On her was a red crystal and a strange two-handed sword. She was found by a small family in middle to higher class of Kanon. Although the husband scoffed at the thought of bringing in some orphan who came from who knows where, his wife pushed it at him to have him adopt the girl. They already had a son, but the wife wanted a girl. The husband gave in finally and allowed the girl into the house. The crystal was sold off, and it caught a great price, and the sword was put on display in the house, as it's unique designs offered quite a sight. Sir Trelem, her new father, was a noble and an offical of the Kanon's army. He was one of the most reknowned knights of the time. Although wished to train his son to be a part of the legacy he had created for the family, his son disappointed him. He went off into business and the academies to become another of the scholars of Kanon. But his daughter seemed to grow quite masculinely... As training commenced one year, at the age of 15, Veriss came to watch. She had seemed to be quite passionate about duels and the like. Combat excited her, and watching soldiers train was one of the best ways to see many matches in a day. She had wanted to be one of them as a child. She wanted to draw a sword and fight evil like the heroes in stories she was told. But now, her passion was more to learn the sword herself, despite the simple brush offs from her father at the request to get taught. But this day, she would get training if it was the last thing she did. She approached a young soldier, and demanded education. He immediately disagreed. So Veriss pulled social rank. She was a noble. He was a commoner. He gave in. She pulled a training sword as did he, and she began to work with him. Her father came later that day, and saw what was going on. His first reaction was to stop it. But he stopped himself and watched. She had quickly learned the basics of fighting. She had learned how to hold the sword. She had learned how to swing it and how to parry. Although she was far from any good, she showed more promise than most his soldiers, who were 18 at the time averagely. The strangest part was her natural muscle to be able to handle a two handed sword, even if it was just training, at only 15. After the session, she was admitted to an elite combat school with the recommendations of Sir Trelem. Over the years, she studied basic combat. By the age of 21, she had graduated top of her class in swordsmanship, or swordswomanship. By that age, she was fully developed. She was bigger and stronger than most soldiers, and usually more talented. There was rarely a time anyone bested her. Even the more experienced fighters had more trouble than it was worth when fighting her, and most got a loss for their efforts. On her 22nd birthday, she returned from schools and living on her own to celebrate her birthday and her initiation into being considered an excellent combatant. On this night, they celebrated merrily until late that night. She slept over that night. But this night would be more devestating than any war she could ever experience. When the moon was full in the sky that night, a rustling could be heard down the hall of her parent's home. She opened the door of her room, nothing but a sleeping gown on. She peered down the hall. Another rustling. It was louder, as if someone was slipping around on a rug... It was coming from her parents room. She snuck down the carpetted halls towards the room. Muffled voices could be heard by then. She knocked on the door. "Mother? Father? Is everything alright?" Everything went deafly silent. In Veriss' heart, she felt something wrong that night... She slowly opened the door. AS the door swung open, she saw two men in black. On the ground were two dead figures. Her father lay on his bed, a man next to him. Her mother was being held against the wall. Before she could move, a dagger slammed into her side. Next thing she knew, she was in a chair, weakened by the blood falling from her side. She was bound to it. Before her, was her mother. A third man had stabbed her. The man with her mother threw her on the floor and walked up to Veriss, who was wincing in pain. He pulled the hood from his face. It was her brother! The two bodies that bled on the carpet were servants. Her father lay, unarmed, on the bed, constantly being reminded not to move. Her mother sat up on the floor, shaking in fear, and in tears. "Happy birthday, sister... You were always worth it... weren't you?!" he yelled at her, dagger in hand. "Always the loved one. You aren't even his blood! You are some worthless mut of a girl. A freak. Some orphan we found on the street." He balled up a fist in the other hand, brought it to her face, and grabbed it. He stared right into her eyes. "Why are you doing this?!" she asked in shock. "Because I am a great man and you are a street rat. I shouldn't want to be you!" he yelled at her and smacked her straight in the face. "You took away my family from me! You took everything from me but myself! And I cannot live in a world where you are queen and I am the simpleton! Now, it is my turn..." The man Veriss knew as her brother turned from her in fury and walked over to his mother. He stared over her, towering over the woman that made him. He grabbed her by the neck and threw her up and slammed her against a wall. She shook with fear and tears fell from her eyes like rain from the darkened sky. "Stop thi-" his father began to demand, but the blade moved closer to his neck, silencing him. "I shall show you what it feels like to lose all but yourself!" he declared to Veriss. He slid his dagger around his mother's face gently. "I always loved you... but you never loved me back... You loved your mut of a daughter... I was so much better than her... And you ignored me..." He brought his dagger down, and slammed it right into her stomach. She screeched for a second, before she could speak no more... "NOOOO!" Veriss screamed, tears rolling down her eyes. "STOP!" her female high pitched voice shreaked at him. Violent forces flowed through her heart. Her fury deepened, an unstoppable rage which was dragging her mind into madness. "Never! Feel it, sister!" he yelled in his own vengeful tone. He rammed his dagger into his own mother's body mercilessly until his arm ached with stress. He stood up and took a cloth and wiped the blood from his cheek. Her mother's blood, no matter shared with her or not, dripped from his blade. Each drop echoed in her mind as she screamed in pure fury at her brother. No longer did she speak words, but only a mixture of screams of pain and roars of anger. Her brother then moved over to his father and looked over him the same way he did his mother... No... Please... no... The two men turned and threw her father against the wall the same. They held him in place, and they together were too strong for him to escape from. The man she once knew began to gently rub the blood stained blade across the man's lips. "Taste it... Taste the blood of your love... Taste the blood that runs through me... Taste the blood that you will never see again!" he yelled at his father. From that moment on, nothing was heard. Nothing was seen. Nothing... Behind her, standing on his perch, stood Hyuri, the spirit of rage. The spirit stood and walked to Veriss. At her top point of rage, as he began to lower his blade. The spirit forced it's way into her back. Her mind was driven mad, her body driven powerful, her soul driven to kill. The bonds shattered. Veriss stood without control. Before they even looked to see her, she was apon them. The men were thrown into walls and out cold. The target was her brother. He was ripped away from her father. As he did, a deep gash was put in his face. the dagger fell, as did her brother. He was slammed into the ground like a rag doll. Before he could react, she was on top of him again. Her giant fists pummeled mercilessly into the chest and face of the young man. He was dead after the first two, but she did not stop. She slammed her head into him and every other limb she had. She was fed up with his body now... or Hyuri was. He was lifted up, a jumble of broken bones, and thrown through the window of the home. Windows shattered and so did the man's soul as he plummeted to the ground below. Veriss' body kept going. She turned to one of the assistants. Visciously, bone after bone snapped in two under the furyful destruction wrought on by the newly crowned beserker. Blood burst across her body and knuckles as the second man died. Veriss grabbed the second man and threw him atop the other man. She then, in anger and need of a weapon, grabbed the room's armoire. She picked it up until it touched the ceiling of the room. She looked down at the two crippled bodies without human thought. She brought the armoire down apon the helpless bodies, crushing them and mingling them with each other. She did this three times, each time falling. Each time, more of their bodies broke off and became a lump of death. She raised it a forth time. But she paused. She felt dizzy... The room began to swirl. The armoire fell atop them, but Veriss fell as well. Hyuri fell dormant to rest, and Veriss fainted from the mighty force and stress on her body. She lay on the floor, with her hair, nightgown, and knuckles stained with blood. The deep gash had worsened from all the bending. Veriss fell to near death. Her father sat on the floor, in shocked amazement. His daughter... What happened...? The next morning, a healer had been called to care for Veriss. It took days before Veriss was brought back to life, per say. But the healer had mentioned to her father that something about Veriss had changed and it was nothing he could heal. The knights of Kanon could not identify all of the attackers. They took Sir Trelem's word that the leader was his son. But the other two were beaten beyond identification. Veriss spent the next seventeen years of her life in training of herself, especially in the war effort. In secret, she trained her newbeserking ability. In her dreams, she had dreamt of Hyuri. She had met a preist who had educated her on what she was now. She spoke with elves to learn what she could. She studied and worked hard at control. She did not allow people to know of her beserker ability. Telling people something of that magnitude would be far too dangerous. She kept it a secret, and practiced in fields. Once, she had let loose on a party of Marmo soldiers, who were all annihilated. She wasn't pleased with this, but she did the job that would take seven men to do on her own. Later, at the age of 32, she began training soldiers for Kanon. She was considered one of the best in the land. She became very loyal to Kanon and it's work to return home. She believed that Kanon did not have a good enough army to take back their home, and dedicated her life to educating soldiers, as that one did long ago, to becoming the best they could turn out to be. Anyone who had the muscle to pick up a sword she could teach, and she did so for her homeland, hoping to return to her roomy home with her father. By this time, she could call Hyuri. But she never used him in battle, especially with anyone on her side around her. She also had forged a giant mace to use in beserking, to be on her back. She trained herself in beserk by always having it equipped and dropping her sword to see the amount of destruction she could cause with it. She was amazed by the devestation she reeped with it. On the final days of the Marmo war, Veriss was a field commander who led many small victories against the soldiers from the Dark Isle. To her men, she was nothing more than a great friend and leader. She treated them as equals, and they did the same for her. They became close, and it allowed them to trust her that much more. She won several awards for taking out several key groups of Marmo infantry. Now, Veriss lives with her father. The wound from that night never fully healed, leaving a scar which he believed symbolized the emotional scar caused by his son. Veriss was living out the dream Sir Trelem had planned out for his child. He now has a bad look to the dream, but Veriss keeps him positive. She has recently finished studying war strategy and is still working towards finding the secret of fully controlling the power of Hyuri, like a shaman would other spirits. She keeps her hopes high that she can find the ultimate cure. To be able to control Hyuri, instead of him controlling her. She is considered one of the most valuable military officers of her time, and holds many medals and honors for service. The king knows her personally and has invited her to his home from time to time for social calls. But most know her as a service to the city, as she spends most her time either training people or doing work around the capitol city, especially with rebuilding projects. To keep money around herself, she also owns a forge. Veriss spends extensive amounts of time nowadays there, since her training of fighting was about as good as it would get where she was there. She forges weapons for the soldiers and does city metalworking for government reasons. Depending on the task, for the city, she sometimes does things free of charge. These free works are mostly for rebuilding purposes. She has connections with enchanters and can forge with most materials or upgrade weapons. She has a group of expert blacksmiths at her command, who she pays well for their work. Veriss is still learning the ways of these blacksmiths to hopefully live out the rest of her life as, but, for now, she studies their technique and pays their paycheck. Personality: Veriss tends to be a stoic person. She has worked to keep her temper at a minimum. The warrioress is a strong minded and strong willed person with a knack for being a good person to keep trusts in. She never really shares true feelings on much other than war. She doesn't like romantics or love. She likes to be alone sometimes to clear her mind and keep herself in a good mood. Alignment: Lawful Neutral Quotes: "I don't believe you. Its not the heart of the warrior that drives him. Its the goal that drives him." "No! Don't bother being defensive unless you are about to die! Your best defense now is a double offensive! Stop holding that sword up and attack me!" "I am Veriss Trelem, warrioress of Kanon and blacksmith of the city. And never will I stop serving in it's name." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Horse Name: Greysoul Gender: Male Age: 11 Breed: Workhorse Appearance: Greysoul is basically a highly neutral middle of the way grey, which is where its name derives from. Greysoul is the definition of a muscle horse, with highly defined muscle structure. Greysoul has a long, smooth mane and the normal hair covered hooves. The horse contains an air of strength and warrior's pride that leaves most soldiers unwilling to ride him. His eyes are a deep, cold black that shows the battles that it has seen. History: Greysoul has seen many a battle. Greysoul's breed was never considered as a battle horse, since it's worth was on farms. However, when Veriss began searching for a new mount, she was immediately drawn to this horse. Its strength of will she could feel, and it had the heart of a warrior hidden inside him. Veriss took the horse under her wing and brought it up as her personal mount from a young age. After the loss of her original, Greysoul matched up better. Greysoul has seen more of the battlefield than most warriors do, and seems to be the only true companion of the warrior, Veriss. Temperment: Greysoul seems to be a calm soul. His pride seems to be a huge factor in his actions, and will never take second best for either himself or his master. Greysoul was never recorded of having fear or mistrust. Greysoul never relaxes. He always stands tall and strong, no matter the situation. He does not trust anyone on his back but his companion, the warrior Veriss. He is never pleased when anyone approaches him, especially if it is someone doesn't have much bravery to come to him. He tends to act intimidating to anyone who doesn't believe in themselves.