Post by Vayne Solidor on May 16, 2010 23:18:45 GMT -5
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The tyranny of the Gods is ended!
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Name: Vayne Carudas Solidor
Age: twenty-seven
Canon or OC: ffxii canon
Weapons/Abilities: Vayne wields no weapons and instead fights with his body, much like a monk. However, due to his fusion with Venat before his death, he is privy to more than one form despite being only a Hume. He is also able to use certain magicks in his regular form. While activating additional forms drains him terribly, he can transform into two at will: Vayne Novus and the undying. Each changes his temperament immensely and empower him with amazing strength and terrible prowess with magicks. Additionally, in his form as Vayne Novus, he can summon swords that move freely as if with minds of their own. He can control their patterns for the most part and will even occasionally take one up, fighting with it instead of his bare hands.
♥I Ain't Gonna Live Forever♥[/size]
Personality: Vayne is most often renowned as a conniving and ruthless bastard. His name is - well, was - enough to invoke fear in many for good reason. A well-rounded genius, both in military tactics, book education, and manipulation, Vayne has little trouble overwhelming any opponent, whether on the field or in a battle of wits. His intelligence, contrarily, makes him quite suitable for the highest seat of power in Archadia. Paired with his natural charisma, bred manners, and ability to manipulate the masses, Vayne is quite the threat. On occasion it's hard to tell whether or not your dislike of him is justified due to how absolutely two-faced he is. He is quite arrogant, sure of his plans (though some would argue for good reason) no matter how grand they may seem. However, he plans things from step one to their completion, each in elaborate details, each to be followed to a 't', and more often than not they succeed in full.
He is extremely loyal to his country of Archadia and believes all his actions to be in her best interest. He has even gone as far as to kill his own brothers to protect Archadia. And, while after such a statement it seems unlikely, he has a noticeable weakness when it comes to his youngest and only remaining brother, larsa. As he would for Archadia, vayne would do anything for larsa, whether the boy realizes it or not. Vayne's dedication and strive to complete what he finishes make him honest in his word (when he means it), though he has more than once lied to those he means to protect to do just that.
Vayne knows no bounds when it comes to achieving his goals. In his mind, the end truly does justify the means. Killing a few to save the masses is a sacrifice he is more than willing to take. While his motives are harsh, Vayne has honest intentions. He wants nothing more than to give freedom back to man as well as protect his country.
History: Where exactly Vayne's ambition for power began is unknown. And like the thirst for control, it is unknowable when he grew quite sure that history was not a tool for the gods but rather a direction that man themselves could control. However, it is of little consequence as how it began is not nearly as important as how it was executed. Vayne was born the third of four children to lord Gramis, the 11th emperor to the country of Archadia. Naturally, Vayne grew up quite educated and skilled in many aspects of war and leading. While he and his brothers were technically 'princes,' they were just as eligible for emperor if Gramis should die as the rest of Archadia was. Vayne was arguably the most determined for the position.
Still in his youth, Vayne grew quite attached to Larsa, a fondness that was not missed by others. And fortunately, Larsa was not to be one of the brother's he was ordered to dispose of. Under alleged orders from his father, Vayne was told of his two elder brother's apparent treason. While the exact exchange of words and direction are unknown, in the end, Vayne killed his brothers in cold blood, without any qualms. He confronted them face-to-face and took their lives while staring into their betrayed eyes. He kept the secret from Larsa however, unconsciously grateful that it was not he that Vayne was to kill. While he was unsure of his ability to do it then, there is no way now that he could ever harm Larsa. Instead, he took to protecting him, shielding him from the world around him. Consequently, Larsa grew up as nearly the opposite of Vayne, pure where Vayne was not. And as Vayne fell deeper into his corrupted ambitions, Larsa was protected even from him.
Vayne was the mastermind behind the play that was Basch's "treason" for the eyes of Reks. He was part of the force behind the destruction of Nabradia, the battle that killed Rasler, and the murder of king Raminas. While his actions were all behind the scenes, Vayne’s hands were stained with their blood as he planned every action down the letter. They were stages in a plan set in motion years past, a plan to draw back the reigns of history and to become the new Dynast King. However, what he had not expected was that lady Ashe was not dead and how formidable she and her companions would be. Their interference altered plans, but Vayne was quite confident in his ability to succeed. He underestimated them, if only slightly, and in the end it cost him everything. To them, he lost his brother's trust, Cidolfus's helping hands, his chances of Dynast King, his people's loyalty, and his life.
Likes: power, obedience, Larsa, Venat, Doctor Cid, Archadia, leading,
silence, being trusted without question, setting the stage
Dislikes: disobedience, rebellion, Lady Ashe, Rozzaria, loud noises,
weakness, laziness, ignorance, stupidity, those that cannot take charge
♥This Ain't A Song For The Brokenhearted♥[/size]
RP Sample:
Guh.
Ares had forgotten how absolutely pitiful Helios was.
He almost wasn't even fun to harass because of how quickly his knees started to shake.
Almost.
And despite all that, despite knowing how weak he was, Ares still found suspicion in him. Moving closer, his eyes never left Helios, blue so cold it could have dropped a lesser man. If there was such a man to compare to Helios. Fortunately for the sun god, looks couldn’t kill, though Ares seemed to be trying his best to prove that statement wrong. He moved before him like a cat, hunting, stalking the other, movements predatory and rippling with the suppression of going in for his kill. The sun to his back, his eyes seemed all the darker, almost hungry in their rage. Ares was not the sort of man you messed with, the sort of man you upset, the sort of man you stabbed in the back, the sort of man you humiliated. And Helios was doing and had done all of them, each offense flickering in Ares's memory at once just by Helios's existence.
Ares didn't like to think on it, but whenever Helios's name was mentioned it sprung to the front of his conscious to remind him. The humiliation still ate at him, twisting around his chest, his heart, and squeezing so tightly. It was Helios that had saw them together, and it was Helios who told the others. It was because of Helios that he and Aphrodite had been caught and humiliated. And it was because of Helios that they Gods had laughed at him and, in his paranoia, still did behind his back. He could not accept that they may have forgotten, that they may not think of it anymore. He had been humiliated and every time he insulted him with his presence, with his thirst for war, for blood, they remembered, dulling the effect of everything he worked for. They could never forget because he could not forget. And even as distasteful as they were about he and Aphrodite's affair, his own embarrassment outweighed the blow of their meetings. He did not know how to accept it and that was why he held it against Helios.
Ares sneered at the others comment. Was he truly a man? Cowering beside that tree as he was. "I debated it, yes, but I think perhaps yours would be handsomer." He hissed. He took a step toward the other with no intention of getting closer. Let him tremble. It was right of him to do so in Ares presence. He could say what he wanted to Zeus, but his father was a fool if he couldn't see how useless Helios was on land. Put him back into the sky because he quivered at the sight of other people on Olympia. If Ares had no prior reason to hate him, his broken sentences and flightiness would be enough. Ares shook his head, absent-minded. His disgust was bare on his face aside the anger, the accusation. Is this what they'd have likened him into? Watching war from afar, never interfering, obedient to the core? No. No, never. He'd become mortal before he let that happen. Helios was an embarrassment to their kind.
But he supposed he could say the same for most of them.
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