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Entry Two: Valentine
Name: Valentine
Age: Twenty two
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Kingdom: Libaterra
Class: A former assassin, now a mere hobo.
Weapon: Valentine, having trained in all forms of weaponry, be it magical or physical, is exceptional with any weapon he lays his hands on. However, with this being said, he is most familiar with two weapons. Firstly, he can wield, with great finesse, the magnum opus of all blades, a sword of unmatched balance, crafted for his hands, and only his hands. It is no ways magical, for Valentine lacks the qualifications when it comes to magical talents, but is just a perfect example of human perfectionism at work. Its blade is made of iron, and is so sharpened to perfection it can drive itself through wood with little impulse on part of the wielder, Valentine. It is slightly smaller in length than a broadsword, but is as nimble as a katana, and is homed in a leather scabbard slung over Valentine’s shoulder which reaches across his back. Fitted in different compartments of Valentine’s belt are throwing knives of different sizes and weights, and this form of projectile is what earned him the top spot in his assassin class. Valentine is capable of picking the right weapon for the job, and can fairly judge the needed size depending on target and weather. He has five such knives, ranging from the size of a small knife that is only slightly larger than a stiletto, to a large one the size of a machete. All in all, they can be hid easily. Now, without a job to do, these weapons are hardly used, except to convince people to not hassle him about paying for drinks.
Armour: When seen lying around in the street, you could mistake Valentine for a monk, for he dons a cowl, which is a dirty brown in colour, along with a hood keeping his head disguised in darkness unless he wishes it to be otherwise. Underneath it, however, is a suit of leather armour protecting his top, and his legs are dressed in black, denim-like material. Connecting these two pieces is what appears to be a simple belt of leather, given to him as a graduation present from the secretive assassin school, but to any trained eye it can be told it is not so, for it has an astonishing number of sheathes in which to keep items. For footwear, Valentine chooses to simply go without any, for the footing underneath can, if he is familiar with it, tell him exactly where he is, just from the feel.
Special Abilities: As mentioned earlier, Valentine really has no magical talents, being fully human. It doesn’t matter much, however, for he has extremely keen senses, and is gifted with wonderful eyesight, a smell for danger, sharp hearing, and can practically taste poisons in the air without consuming them. This more than makes up for his magical talents and he has never cared much for magic to ever learn, despite his over the top intelligence.
Physical Attributes: Valentine is at least five foot ten, and weighs around seventy five kilograms. He is lean and fit, a requirement for any assassin, and although he is no longer one, he keeps his body in shape. His hair is brown, and is scruffy in his keeping of it. Valentine has skin coloured like a spectre, and is pale white for his hating of the sun in general.
Character Attributes: Valentine has many filthy habits, including drinking, gambling, and killing. The last, being his former trade, is what he does best at, and this does not make him a very sociable person, for he can never be too close to people in case he is called to kill them for one reason or another. He is often found with an angry scowl on his face, and is bitter to the bone, and would rather send a fist into a man’s face than even listen to him speak a single word. He is shunned by everybody, and it suits him fine, for as long as they don’t stop him from taking a drink, he would rather prefer to ignore their existence. He is racist against anybody who isn’t human, and hates half breeds with a delicate passion. And as if racism isn’t enough, Valentine is sexist with ardour, believing one hundred percent women belong on a lower standard than men.
History: Valentine was born the son of two very rich human Loyalists, both snobs of the highest dignity. They considered their son as a mere extension of themselves, rather than an individual of his own, and never listened to what he wanted. They dressed him up in the finest clothing, taught him etiquette to the point where Valentine would vomit in disgust at the many different spoons that he had to learn about. Two things came out of this, and that was a) the creation of a genius, for in books Valentine found a place where he could be himself, and nobody could injure him, and b) racism and sexism, both common in the higher struts of human nobility. But his parents were one day eliminated by a man in black, who came at night and disposed of them. When Valentine caught him in the act of this murder, he didn’t even bother trying to stop him. The assassin found this unusual, that a child of nine would not scream at the sight of a murder. This forged a link between the hired gun, later found to be named Skar, and Valentine, and the latter was taken to be learned in an underground society in the city of Rivalin. Every day Valentine was tested, constantly put under pressure by his teachers and Skar, who had become like a father to him. Both Skar and the instructors found Valentine to possess a natural skill for everything, and even seemed to have senses unrivalled by anybody else. Through all this training, only one lesson would be forgotten later on, this class being etiquette. An assassin was believed to be trained to although be merciless, still be refined so he could blend in. And although he had prior training, Valentine despised etiquette and only gave it up in an event later in his life. Years later, Valentine graduated with honours, and was respected, despite his age of fourteen, by even the oldest of assassins. Skar presented him two gifts, firstly a sword of unrivalled craftsmanship, and the other a set of knifes, these being the two sets of weaponry Valentine had excelled in. He was then, after finishing his learning, sent to Finity to join the sect of assassins there. The dirty sea town fitted him fine, and Valentine lived there until he was twenty, carrying out the odd task of killing only averaging two per year. But finally, after six years, and now aging twenty, Valentine lost all respect of his fellows in the trade. It had been during an assassination, and everything had been going fine with Valentine until suddenly, as he approached his victim, a Loyalist count secretly visiting relatives in the rebel town, a dozen men seemed to jump out at Valentine as if warned. Somebody had betrayed Valentine, and it had almost cost him his life. But the men merely beat him up and threw him out, as if wanting the council of assassins to deal with his failure instead of actually do anything themselves. And the council’s wrath was terrible, and Valentine was excommunicated from being allowed to ever work as an assassin in any of the council bound cities, which numbered the majority of cities around. And it was this that led Valentine to running to Trinity Gask, a city devoid of the underground, and it was this that posed Valentine into pretending himself to be a hobo, allowing him to pass through the streets without notice. Sickened by life itself, he grew hateful, forgot all manners, and started turning to alcohol as a means of escape. This was the creation of the Valentine that now lived in Trinity Gask, and the very same Valentine who although seemingly uncaring for politics, was watching the situation with interest. |
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