A scruffy mass of silver white hair often fails to settle even when combed, the colour unnatural in the brightness, a unique feature, almost heavenly. Still, his hair is completely unmanageable, sitting forward on his brow into his eyes and hiding his ears with the length clipped just prior to the nape of his neck. He has lightly tanned face with a pleasant curvature of youth to its structure, yet, the pronounced squaring of cheekbones are starting to show as he matures. Eyes are doe-like in the way that they stand out amongst his boyish features: a silver blue so vivid that someone just might have to take a second look to see if they are natural. Atop these eyes of his, his brows are already thick and are while darker, white as well, that they pop out his features. Such as, one would notice the mole that sits just above a pair of thinly drawn rose lips.
His stature is more characteristic to a young man finished his growth spurt. He's reached to a height just above average for his age and has taken on dealing with filling out the lithe limbs. Currently, his garb displays a status of that belonging to the Temple, more specifically, in tune with his following of Sheat and that of a Priest. A golden belt keeps the white robes trimmed with red together. His clothing seems worn, certainly not a picture of wealth, but of devout following. Strangely, he also wears sentiments of the Cosmos. Symbols of the Eight and the Cosmos on his breast and around his neck.
Behavior
Valarius is a ray of sunshine for most of those he runs into. He may come off as stupid or naïve, perhaps even sheltered, and none of that would be short of the mark. He did after all come from a small place in North Weston and lacks a decent education outside of the 'Eight'. He didn't even know what Chocolate was until the year 229 when he was lucky enough to be invited to Logen and Draventa's wedding. He's has an optimistic outlook on life and is rather driven in helping someone. He smiles a lot though and sometimes does some pretty quirky things, like talk to an invisible friend.
The biggest thing about him, he's got a heart of gold. He is wide open with it and will give it just to about anyone who needs it. He can be compared to a puppy - those who pet him will get unspeakable loyalty and unconditional love from him, and those who beat him, he will cower from — at least until they start to pet him and treat him better! He'll forget just as quickly when that happens. All men are capable of being forgiven.
Still, he is probably one of the most compassionate people one could come across. He also wouldn't hurt a fly and rarely gets angry or even upset. If he's upset, it's probably because he cannot do anything to rescue a person from their pains and troubles.
The world of men and all their sins has not corrupted him as it would others.
Quirks
- Empathic - a natural when it comes to listening to people and understanding their experiences.
- Eccentric - he's an odd duck. Some of his mannerisms and the way he goes about life are different from the norm. People think he's a bit cracked because of it, or truly a religious zealot.
- Guardian - His soul has awoken and been recognized by the gods. He has a divine gift that leads him to become a guardian of those who truly need his help.
- Gullible - Young, naïve. He's completely gullible. He doesn't grasp the concept of people lying to him and can be easily tricked.
- Pacifist - A lover, not a fighter. He protects all living things that require his aid, but doesn't necessarily protect himself as well as he should.
- Rescuer - Man or animal, Val will rush to the aid of the misfortunate, wounded, or broken.
- Weirdness Magnet - weird shit happens around him. It's par for the course.
More RP Hooks
- Apothecary
- Healer
- Astronomy
- Gardening
- Religion
- Singing
- Animal Husbandry
- Guitarra
- Public Speaking
- Sculpting
- Struggles with reading and writing - not exactly illiterate however.
- Unknown Parentage
Valarius was born to the Temple on the first day of June: Sheat's lost son they called him. Figuratively speaking, in the year 212, his life started a new, reborn to take the road of religion instead of whatever else had been once meant for him.
In reality, the child came to the Temple when he was two or three years of age - no one is exactly sure, hence the rebirth of 212. He had been abandoned in the world of men, however, he collided with destiny when the doors of a rural Weston Temple welcomed him with open arms. The Enlightened saw the child's potential and claimed the Eight's fortune had smiled down upon him.
The child was asked his name, yet, too young to reply, there was nothing the Temple could do but to see to baptizing him in ceremony of a naming, calling him Valarius Micha - a victorious boy born of god. None would ever come to claim a missing son and so he remained, as Valarius Micha.
He would spend his life as an acolyte of the Eight. His true origins completely lost. He became enthralled with the notion that he -was- a son of Sheat, as these stories would help reinforce his own spirituality and sense of belonging. Valarius would earn himself the byname - little ray of sunshine. There was hardly a moment in his young life that got him down. He was often the epitome of youthful innocence, filling the halls of the rural temple with his rambunctious laughter.
It was early on that his teachers had noticed his perchance for empathy, witnessing many a time he would be the ear for his fellow acolytes, often putting his arm around them as he understood their complaints and always managed to build them up again from where they had fallen. They too noticed, he could never really walk away from someone who was suffering. This led his teachers to thoroughly nurture such a trait to the fullest extent, training him in the arts of healing and apothecary.
He became the friend to every foe, insisting on killing bad attitudes and hatred, with love and compassion, empathy and comfort. He was a lover, not a fighter. He longed for harmony and would often undertake hobbies, such as astronomy, gardening, sculpting, singing, playing instruments or meditations to find the peace within, sharing what he learned of this to anyone who would listen. Those who do listen label him as eccentric, for some of his thoughts are quite naïve and skewed. He believes he knows his purpose in the world and expresses as much.
In year 228, as the conflicts that engulfed the Kingdom, a group of Weston knights pleaded for the healers of the Temple to come to the point of battle, for far too many had taken injury than those healers remaining could manage. The few who could be spared, including Valarius (now a Priest), were rushed to the frontlines.
That was the first time he had seen the horrors of the battlefield. Men, on both sides, were lying in a field amongst one another. All at once, it shattered the borders of Kingdoms for Valarius, as the wails of pain were a common call from both enemy and friend alike. He would spend days there on that frontline, in between new battles and old, trying to administer cures, last rites, and anything he could to those that needed his help - regardless of which side they fought for.
Valarius continued on as a field healer, unable to leave those who would need him, moving with the army, going where they went, healing as needed - man and animal. From confessions to guiding groups into prayer, to tending the wounded and sick, he became a pillar of hope in the savage landscape of war. Though Val too, was at risk of the very same death that awaited the soldiers running out onto the field of battle. Yet, he never thought of it that way. He was there to keep the living alive.
It all changed one morning as he awoke suddenly to the noise of a raid. The enemy had broken through the lines in the middle of the night and had started a battle right amongst the tents. A Laniveer soldier that he had previously met, stormed into his tent with a raised blade. Yet, instead of ending the young Priest right then and there, Valarius was determined better as a prisoner of war. Taken back to Laniveer, he would remain there until an attack of Mobrin forces seasons later would eventually see him back on Mobrin frontlines.
As soon as he could, he escaped. Intending to go home to the rural Temple in Stafford, he found it gone when he got there. The village was burned down, the people buried or burned with it. There was only one direction he could go now and it was south.
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