Post by Trippy Hare on Jul 22, 2006 18:37:00 GMT -5
Player Name: Trippy Hare
Contact Information: PM me
Character Name: Barax (pronounced "barracks") Shaden
Race: Terran
Age: 32
Gender: male
Place of Birth: Saparte, Waeleden
Arcane or Secular: Secular
Physical Description: Barax is not the most imposing man to look at. Standing only 5'4" tall, and with a thin, wiry frame, Barax is wholly unremarkable. His hair is a dark brown, and kept very short, almost shaved against his scalp. His eyes are a similar shade of brown, and hidden behind thin spectacles most of the time. Though he can see without them, his vision is fairly poor. As such, he almost never removes them. Barax by himself is fairly nondescript.
Within his Templar's armor, however, Barax is a titan. His suit stands 12' tall, and about 6' wide. Unlike military formation Templars, Barax's suit does not share signage, rank insignia, or markings with other Templar armored suits. The weapons platform on his suit consists of the standard Sword welded to one arm, while the other bears a large Heater type shield, which conceals a single opening in the center for launching ballista bolts. Barax's suit is decorated with a large sigil on the shield- the Wael house's Coat of Arms.
As a Templar Guard, he is, essentially, a reminder to the people of just how powerful the King is, though Barax considers himself a sort of constable, keeping the peace in Saparte and the smaller villages surrounding it. As Saparte lies well within the Kingdom, and is a fairly flat, rolling prairie, there is little need of his services. The empty terrian does give him a vantage point of sorts, and also allows people to see the glint of sunlight off his armor for miles.
Personality: Barax is loyal to Waeleden and its monarch to a high degree, similar to the majority of the population. His king's orders are followed immediately and unquestioningly- if Waeleth said 'jump', Barax would not ask 'how high', he would simply jump, as high as he possibly could, and continue to do so until his patriarch was satisfied and told him to stop. Though all Terrans have a patriotic fervor, Barax's stems mostly from a sense of gratitude to Waeleth, for granting him the armor that enables him to live up to his family's legacy.
Outside of any direct order handed down from Waeleth, Barax tends to be a very quiet, almost shy person. He is soft-spoken, and fairly timid, preferring discussion to fisticuffs. Usually, in a confrontation, his offer to talk the matter over is rejected. This has led to a sort of schism in his persona...in person, he is shy and unassuming. In his Templar's armor, however, he is a cruel, overbearing, vengeful bully. This aggressive side is fueled by the lack of a commanding officer- Saparte lacks the strategic value to make posting a military squad necessary, so Barax is effectively given the run of the place.
Background: Barax Shaden was born into a long family history of soldiers. Nearly every generation, from both parents, had given at least one son to the kingdom. Barax, being the seventh child to his parents- and the only son- had big shoes to fill in the eyes of his parents. Though his childhood was not unpleasant, he was placed under a lot of pressure as he neared adulthood to take up the family destiny and serve in the Army. Wishing to please his parents, he enlisted as soon as he was old enough.
Army life, however, demanded much more of gangly Barax than he was capable of giving. He tried to do all that was asked of him, but his body was simply unable to keep up with the strenuous training regimen. After two years of struggling and countless injuries, Barax was discharged. He did not take the news well, and slipped into a depressive state. The military had been a centuries-old Shaden family tradition, and he would be the only Shaden to ever fail to achieve glory in the defense of King and Country. Worse yet, there were very few domestic opportunities for a discharged soldier.
Nearly four years after his discharge, an exciting new war machine was sighted all over the country. When Barax heard tell of these strange metal golems- piloted by ordinary men- he journeyed to the capital to see them for himself. They were every bit as impressive as the stories he'd heard about them, and he became determined to redeem his family's honor by donning the Templar Suit.
Barax's record of service was not impressive, but his extensive knowledge of combat drills, formations, and strategies, as well as his slight frame, helped edge him into the Templar Corps. This, it turned out, was far more dangerous than his army training, as Templars were still experimental designs. His first suit's hydraulic controls failed, leaving him trapped inside. His second suit nearly killed him, when a pressure tank ruptured and filled the cockpit with scalding steam and shrapnel. He still bears several scars from this incident.
Finally, after over a year testing the machinery and another year learning how best to operate it, Barax became Saparte's first Templar. His family honor thusly redeemed, Barax took it upon himself to be the very symbol of his monarch's power.
Skills/Talents: Barax is an incredibly talented Templar, and has proven his capability in combat on numerous occasions. He can read and write in Common decently enough, though he has some mild dyslexia. He is also partially ambidextrous, due in large part to the operation of his Templar's Armor.
Weaknesses: Barax's biggest weakness is that, outside his Templar's armor, he is a mere man...and not even all that impressive a specimen, either. He can fight decently enough, but he is easily overpowered. In his armor, the only real weakness is the machine itself. Though mighty, they do have vulnerabilities, the largest of which being the constant maintenance needed to keep them operational. seals and valves must be constantly checked and replaced, the hydraulic component must be periodically flushed and refilled, and the weaponry must be carefully oiled, sharpened, and cared for.
Sample Roleplay: The village of Saparte held no strategic value, as it lay distant from both the mighty Alamy and the mysterious forest of Ivorsherlet. It was neither a source of raw materials, nor merchant goods, nor weapons, nor works of art. For all intents and purposes, it was a quiet, sleepy Terran hamlet, far removed from the struggles of life in Eshathar. Of course, none of its people knew that. they believed Saparte, and by extension the entire Terran kingdom, to be of the utmost importance, as though the entire world would fall into ruin without it.
This was an attitude not uncommon to the Terrans, though the citizens in Saparte took it a bit further than most. They had good reason to, as the King had recently bestowed upon them a great honor: a Templar! Surely the wise and powerful Waeleth would not have given them so wondrous a gift, were Saparte not one of his most treasured and valuable villages.
In truth, Saparte was not given a Templar out of gratitude, nor to defend it from aggressors, nor to bolster its people. Quite the opposite, in fact. Waeleth had given them the Templar suit, and chosen a small, soft-spoken man to pilot it, as a way to humble its people. To let them know that he could, at any time, elevate the lowliest pig-keeper to royalty, or reduce an entire city to ruin for so much as looking at him oddly.
To Barax Shaden, the small and soft-spoken Templar now operating the mighty metal beast endowed to him by the king, there was no greater honor. He would dedicate his life to the service of his monarch, and nowhere in the entire village would there even be a whipser of dissent. He had trained for nearly two years in the use of his Templar's armor, and every step it took, every swing of its mighty blade or swish of a bolt from its clever weapons platform, would be used to further the will of the King.
There was little practical use for the machine, impressive though it was. Barax took the habit of patrolling his village, looking for ne'er-do-wells. Life returned to its usual banality, and the people's excitement waned. Some of the villagers began to wonder aloud at this odd gift from their king. Did the man piloting it deserve such a gift?
Waeleth himself had a plan, however. Rumors and miscreants always arose in the heartland of a kingdom first. Patriotic fervor was all well and good when people were fat and happy, but when times got leaner, there could be whispers of rabble-rousing, or even insurrection. With his coffers growing lean, and the need to increase taxes on the horizon, times would soon be very lean indeed. He'd need a powerful show of force- not just to remind the people who saw it of the might of the King, oh no. They would tell others- their friends, their families. Word would spread, and each time it did, it would become more elaborate, more impressive. By the time word of his might spread to the fringe of the kingdom, and the enemies that lay beyond, none but the truly mad would dare challenge Waeleth!
Years before, Waeleth had captured several daemons to use for this purpose. He could not release them in his own capital, nor would he risk loosing them in any other strategic city. A worthless farming village, however, would suffice.
To that end, Waeleth's animal trainers snuck into the Saparte one night, and released a single great demon into the town. Waeleth's plan was simple- if the Templar succeeded in killing it, every man, woman, and child in Saparte would pledge undying allegiance to Crown and Country. They would expound the glories of their monarch to every person they encountered, and if the King raised taxes, or conscripted peasants into his army, or took the daughters of Saparte into his bed, the villagers would not only approve, they would commend him.
And if the Templar failed, it was of no real consequence. An unworthy Templar and minor village lost. Better he fail in his own backwater hovel than on the field of battle, after all.
Barax of course knew none of this. He had been busily polishing his Templar's armor when he heard it: the screech of an enraged daemon. He quickly climbed in and started the small brazier above his faceplate that would provide both light and heat, and waited. At night, his armor would take several minutes to warm up before it would be effective- and the projectile weapons platforms were out of the question, he didn't have time to wait for sufficient pressurization. He would have to settle for the enormous sword welded into the right hand of the machine.
"Beware, foul creature. For you have just provoked the wrath of Barax Shaden, Templar Guardian of Saparte, and loyal servant of King Waeleth! I shall send to him your skull on a plate, and give your bones to whatever mongrels will have them!"
Contact Information: PM me
Character Name: Barax (pronounced "barracks") Shaden
Race: Terran
Age: 32
Gender: male
Place of Birth: Saparte, Waeleden
Arcane or Secular: Secular
Physical Description: Barax is not the most imposing man to look at. Standing only 5'4" tall, and with a thin, wiry frame, Barax is wholly unremarkable. His hair is a dark brown, and kept very short, almost shaved against his scalp. His eyes are a similar shade of brown, and hidden behind thin spectacles most of the time. Though he can see without them, his vision is fairly poor. As such, he almost never removes them. Barax by himself is fairly nondescript.
Within his Templar's armor, however, Barax is a titan. His suit stands 12' tall, and about 6' wide. Unlike military formation Templars, Barax's suit does not share signage, rank insignia, or markings with other Templar armored suits. The weapons platform on his suit consists of the standard Sword welded to one arm, while the other bears a large Heater type shield, which conceals a single opening in the center for launching ballista bolts. Barax's suit is decorated with a large sigil on the shield- the Wael house's Coat of Arms.
As a Templar Guard, he is, essentially, a reminder to the people of just how powerful the King is, though Barax considers himself a sort of constable, keeping the peace in Saparte and the smaller villages surrounding it. As Saparte lies well within the Kingdom, and is a fairly flat, rolling prairie, there is little need of his services. The empty terrian does give him a vantage point of sorts, and also allows people to see the glint of sunlight off his armor for miles.
Personality: Barax is loyal to Waeleden and its monarch to a high degree, similar to the majority of the population. His king's orders are followed immediately and unquestioningly- if Waeleth said 'jump', Barax would not ask 'how high', he would simply jump, as high as he possibly could, and continue to do so until his patriarch was satisfied and told him to stop. Though all Terrans have a patriotic fervor, Barax's stems mostly from a sense of gratitude to Waeleth, for granting him the armor that enables him to live up to his family's legacy.
Outside of any direct order handed down from Waeleth, Barax tends to be a very quiet, almost shy person. He is soft-spoken, and fairly timid, preferring discussion to fisticuffs. Usually, in a confrontation, his offer to talk the matter over is rejected. This has led to a sort of schism in his persona...in person, he is shy and unassuming. In his Templar's armor, however, he is a cruel, overbearing, vengeful bully. This aggressive side is fueled by the lack of a commanding officer- Saparte lacks the strategic value to make posting a military squad necessary, so Barax is effectively given the run of the place.
Background: Barax Shaden was born into a long family history of soldiers. Nearly every generation, from both parents, had given at least one son to the kingdom. Barax, being the seventh child to his parents- and the only son- had big shoes to fill in the eyes of his parents. Though his childhood was not unpleasant, he was placed under a lot of pressure as he neared adulthood to take up the family destiny and serve in the Army. Wishing to please his parents, he enlisted as soon as he was old enough.
Army life, however, demanded much more of gangly Barax than he was capable of giving. He tried to do all that was asked of him, but his body was simply unable to keep up with the strenuous training regimen. After two years of struggling and countless injuries, Barax was discharged. He did not take the news well, and slipped into a depressive state. The military had been a centuries-old Shaden family tradition, and he would be the only Shaden to ever fail to achieve glory in the defense of King and Country. Worse yet, there were very few domestic opportunities for a discharged soldier.
Nearly four years after his discharge, an exciting new war machine was sighted all over the country. When Barax heard tell of these strange metal golems- piloted by ordinary men- he journeyed to the capital to see them for himself. They were every bit as impressive as the stories he'd heard about them, and he became determined to redeem his family's honor by donning the Templar Suit.
Barax's record of service was not impressive, but his extensive knowledge of combat drills, formations, and strategies, as well as his slight frame, helped edge him into the Templar Corps. This, it turned out, was far more dangerous than his army training, as Templars were still experimental designs. His first suit's hydraulic controls failed, leaving him trapped inside. His second suit nearly killed him, when a pressure tank ruptured and filled the cockpit with scalding steam and shrapnel. He still bears several scars from this incident.
Finally, after over a year testing the machinery and another year learning how best to operate it, Barax became Saparte's first Templar. His family honor thusly redeemed, Barax took it upon himself to be the very symbol of his monarch's power.
Skills/Talents: Barax is an incredibly talented Templar, and has proven his capability in combat on numerous occasions. He can read and write in Common decently enough, though he has some mild dyslexia. He is also partially ambidextrous, due in large part to the operation of his Templar's Armor.
Weaknesses: Barax's biggest weakness is that, outside his Templar's armor, he is a mere man...and not even all that impressive a specimen, either. He can fight decently enough, but he is easily overpowered. In his armor, the only real weakness is the machine itself. Though mighty, they do have vulnerabilities, the largest of which being the constant maintenance needed to keep them operational. seals and valves must be constantly checked and replaced, the hydraulic component must be periodically flushed and refilled, and the weaponry must be carefully oiled, sharpened, and cared for.
Sample Roleplay: The village of Saparte held no strategic value, as it lay distant from both the mighty Alamy and the mysterious forest of Ivorsherlet. It was neither a source of raw materials, nor merchant goods, nor weapons, nor works of art. For all intents and purposes, it was a quiet, sleepy Terran hamlet, far removed from the struggles of life in Eshathar. Of course, none of its people knew that. they believed Saparte, and by extension the entire Terran kingdom, to be of the utmost importance, as though the entire world would fall into ruin without it.
This was an attitude not uncommon to the Terrans, though the citizens in Saparte took it a bit further than most. They had good reason to, as the King had recently bestowed upon them a great honor: a Templar! Surely the wise and powerful Waeleth would not have given them so wondrous a gift, were Saparte not one of his most treasured and valuable villages.
In truth, Saparte was not given a Templar out of gratitude, nor to defend it from aggressors, nor to bolster its people. Quite the opposite, in fact. Waeleth had given them the Templar suit, and chosen a small, soft-spoken man to pilot it, as a way to humble its people. To let them know that he could, at any time, elevate the lowliest pig-keeper to royalty, or reduce an entire city to ruin for so much as looking at him oddly.
To Barax Shaden, the small and soft-spoken Templar now operating the mighty metal beast endowed to him by the king, there was no greater honor. He would dedicate his life to the service of his monarch, and nowhere in the entire village would there even be a whipser of dissent. He had trained for nearly two years in the use of his Templar's armor, and every step it took, every swing of its mighty blade or swish of a bolt from its clever weapons platform, would be used to further the will of the King.
There was little practical use for the machine, impressive though it was. Barax took the habit of patrolling his village, looking for ne'er-do-wells. Life returned to its usual banality, and the people's excitement waned. Some of the villagers began to wonder aloud at this odd gift from their king. Did the man piloting it deserve such a gift?
Waeleth himself had a plan, however. Rumors and miscreants always arose in the heartland of a kingdom first. Patriotic fervor was all well and good when people were fat and happy, but when times got leaner, there could be whispers of rabble-rousing, or even insurrection. With his coffers growing lean, and the need to increase taxes on the horizon, times would soon be very lean indeed. He'd need a powerful show of force- not just to remind the people who saw it of the might of the King, oh no. They would tell others- their friends, their families. Word would spread, and each time it did, it would become more elaborate, more impressive. By the time word of his might spread to the fringe of the kingdom, and the enemies that lay beyond, none but the truly mad would dare challenge Waeleth!
Years before, Waeleth had captured several daemons to use for this purpose. He could not release them in his own capital, nor would he risk loosing them in any other strategic city. A worthless farming village, however, would suffice.
To that end, Waeleth's animal trainers snuck into the Saparte one night, and released a single great demon into the town. Waeleth's plan was simple- if the Templar succeeded in killing it, every man, woman, and child in Saparte would pledge undying allegiance to Crown and Country. They would expound the glories of their monarch to every person they encountered, and if the King raised taxes, or conscripted peasants into his army, or took the daughters of Saparte into his bed, the villagers would not only approve, they would commend him.
And if the Templar failed, it was of no real consequence. An unworthy Templar and minor village lost. Better he fail in his own backwater hovel than on the field of battle, after all.
Barax of course knew none of this. He had been busily polishing his Templar's armor when he heard it: the screech of an enraged daemon. He quickly climbed in and started the small brazier above his faceplate that would provide both light and heat, and waited. At night, his armor would take several minutes to warm up before it would be effective- and the projectile weapons platforms were out of the question, he didn't have time to wait for sufficient pressurization. He would have to settle for the enormous sword welded into the right hand of the machine.
"Beware, foul creature. For you have just provoked the wrath of Barax Shaden, Templar Guardian of Saparte, and loyal servant of King Waeleth! I shall send to him your skull on a plate, and give your bones to whatever mongrels will have them!"