[U][B]Name[/B][/U] Horion Vilppu
[U][B]Species[/B][/U] Mixed blood.
[U][B]Place of Birth[/B][/U] Aryathon
[U][B]Age[/B][/U] 17-23
[U][B]Apparent Age[/B][/U] Older
[U][B]Life-Span[/B][/U] Possibly Immortal
[U][B]Height[/B][/U] 5'11”
[U][B]Weight[/B][/U] 191 Lbs
[U][B]Hue Color[/B][/U] Blue/Green
[U][B]Skin Tone[/B][/U] Lightly Tan
[U][B]Build[/B][/U] Athletic, fit, lean.
[U][B]Prominent Hand[/B][/U] Right, although battle-trained with either.

[I][U][B]Personal Information[/B][/U][/I]

[U][B]Significant Other[/B][/U] None
[U][B]Mother[/B][/U] Hecate
[U][B]Father[/B][/U] Unknown
[U][B]Godfather[/B][/U] Chester
[U][B]Siblings[/B][/U] Two others, both in unknown whereabouts.


[I][U][B]Current Information[/B][/U][/I]
[U][B]Weapon(S)[/B][/U] Hand and a half sword
[U][B]Armor[/B][/U]  Three-quarter plate, combined with chain mail and leather.
[U][B]Gold On Hand[/B][/U] 200
[U][B]Current Mount[/B][/U] None
[U][B]Home World[/B][/U] Eire
[U][B]Current Location[/B][/U] Spire of the Solgaurdians.
[U][B]Occupation[/B][/U] Solguardian.
[U][B]Employer[/B][/U] The Solguardians.
[U][B]Clothing[/B][/U] Light tunic, loose breeches, and worn leather boots when not in armor.
[U][B]Alignment[/B][/U]  Good, or something like it.




[I][U][B]Personal History[/B][/U][/I]


History: To be told in RP, if he feels the desire to do so.











“So maybe I didn't have the easiest life out there... But, it wasn't exactly the hardest either. I was born in the year 19Æ to a mother, and a father just like everyone else. My father was a... Interesting man, a locale bard in fact. He could have become something, some day; should he have not used the drink so much. Which was, of course, the very reason that my mother left him. At any rate, I've been told that this man wasn't exactly my father; more like a... Vessel, if you will. Rather that's the fanciful thinking of my mother, or something truly miraculous happened I couldn't know until I was a bit older.

"When I was younger, first into the world I was... Quite different. Possibly possessed by a devil, who knows. All that I am aware of is the stories I've heard, and what scant memories I can recall. I destroyed without reason, be it property of someone else or myself. I started fires with similar intentions, and nearly burned the home of my mother. A peasant family utilizing communal housing at the time, losing our home would have surely been the end of us. Whilst the lose of our home may have been prevented, my desire to destroy did not depart. Though, it was admittedly tempered by my 'brother' a child not exactly a year older than myself. Together we could face the world... Though, all great things must come to an end.”

“Apart I made fantastic reasoning's for my behavior, even to go so far as to blame it on others. Yet, there were things which I did not blame them on, of which was my near deafness. To maintain a position in society I adapted quickly, even at such a young age, learning to read lips and though clever... I also hampered myself by teaching myself how to fool others into believing I was fully capable of hearing them. However amusing that may sound, it did come with its difficulties. For instance, have you ever tried to learn how to ride a horse without hearing the instructions? That, my friends is... Difficult.  My physical ailment eventually left and I was made 'whole' once more. The only difference between before I had my hearing, and now was... Well, everything. It of course was only one of many changes that I underwent with age. I was always stronger than I appeared, or should have been for my age. Weed thin due to the life I led, I was still not as worse off as others. So long as Larc was there, life was not so bad. Larc, of course,was my 'brother'. We spent summers, winters, and even the days between together. It helped that our mothers knew one another from a time before we were born. Me and him were always equals, though I may have been the taller, he fought with a ferocity of a enraged animal. It helped, as well, I suppose that he knew my every move, and I his.”

“As the years passed life became stranger, and at times I was given hardships, though through it all I kept my head held high. At least that is what I would like to tell myself; even if part of the way I became rather distant. I had built a shell about myself with the death of family members, the ailment of my mother, and her marrying of a horrid creature which dare call himself a man. During these times of hardship, my mother and I moved constantly, she becoming a coach driver whilst I was forced into being tutored by a woman I decreed as a vile being. I wouldn't realize until later that these times of tutoring were a means to make my life easier. Not many children realize the actions of their parents until they are older anyways, so perhaps I was not so different in this notion.”

“As you have read, I have, thus far had a very boring... Almost typical life. Me and Larc played at swords while we were younger, though we never had aspirations of being more than military fodder for a king, we did manage to dream... For dreams were where we could relate, where we could make stories that seemed infinitely realistic in our imaginative minds while we spun them. Never, not in a eternity did we ever consider those dreams a possibility of coming true. Though the way the world is wove, one can never tell their future, only possibilities of it. For never could I have told that my mother would have been a lender of gold, silver, and copper. Nor could I have imagined that my father would have returned to me a sane and sober man. Life takes many mysterious turns, but never could anyone have imagined the turn that my life took, as well as Larc's that fateful day.”

The air was dry... The heat unimaginable as he startled awake from  his dreams, the sounds of fires crackling all around him. Across the room lay Larc, a boy of his age no more than an inch shorter. Both were of the same build, with broad shoulders and boyish charm. Though Larc slept quietly, there was something that had brought Horion up from his slumber. A uncomfortable heat had begun to radiate into the house, and smoke was starting to fill the house, though there was no fire to be seen. Turning around, Horion rocked the other boy awake, demanding in no uncertain tone that he wake up. “Wake up, wake up, there's a fire!” Eventually Larc came to, blinking a few times before coughing out smoke which had invaded his lungs. Clearing them, the other boy stood by Horion's side, noticing instantly what had brought his friend to wake him. “Where's the fire?” Asked Larc, sure that it should be obvious. As it wasn't, both boys left the house, their parents away in a different province due to business could not hope to protect them from their desire to find answers. “I'm not sure... But I'm-” Then Horion stopped, his mouth hanging open as he looked about him. The small middle-class section of the city that the family lived in was aflame, as was most of the city.

Confused... Even dazed by it all, each  wore an expression of anguish, adjusting simultaneously to their surroundings as they gazed to and fro in an attempt to locate the reason behind the waking fire and soon to be chaos. Once they had, neither boy knew what to do... Though they both knew they had to do <I>something</I>. Standing not that far away from their current position both Horion and Larc could see the light flickering off the metallic rings and half-plate armor of a scout, then another... And another. Each one wore the symbol of a orc-tribe, but none of them were orcs. Perplexed at first, both Larc and Horion returned to the house covering their mouths with their tunics, and coughing, as they caught sight of more and more soldiers invading the town quietly. Each soldier watching their footsteps, soft soled boots and enchantments providing assistance to such a tactic. As seconds flew by, they began to hear screams as mothers, fathers, and children woke from their beds as the boys had done to see their homes on fire. “We've got to do something.” Horion offered, to which Larc responded in like mind with a nod. Though posed a question soon after. “But what?” Horion didn't know, and the expression on Larc's face reflected his own. “I-I don't know, let's get our things and see if there's anything we can do.” Raising a brow, Larc sighed before scowling. “Our things? You can't possibly mean...”

In reality they both knew Horion's suggestion was the only good, maybe even acceptable one. It was either that, or burn with the rest of the city, to become no more than charred remains for their parents to find. They had come in at night, whilst even the guard was asleep. Now the alarms were being risen as drums were beaten, bells tolled, and horns blown from the various watch towers. Whoever had done this atrocity had planned it, and done so very well. “That's exactly what I mean Larc. It's either that, or we die. I'm not one for dying, even if I can't take on one of those men I can damn-well try.” Again Larc nodded, this time the scowl turning into that of determination, not worry. “Okay, so you got any more bright ideas?” the boy asked Horion as either returned to their beds, kneeling to pull open the lids of their trunks to grab their weaponry. Gifts from their parents; the only gift that would buy them some time. Perhaps these weapons would even give them a second chance at life, if they fought with valor. From the chest at the end of Larc's bed, the boy pulled a iron short-sword, shield, and bow. The bow he put to the side, taking a quiver off a peg near the front door of the house before picking the bow up once more. Horion however took a much... Different approach. From his chest he pulled a longsword, and a half gauntlet. Neither boy had ever really thought about using these weapons, but constant sparring and whimsical fantasies had at least trained them how to fasten the leather froggs to their waists, which they did at a hurried pace; fumbling slightly in their haste.

With the immediate task of arming themselves attended to, the boys left the house looking either way to find out exactly where the soldiers were. “You go to the watch tower, see if you can find any help Larc. I'm going to go see if there is anything I can do for the others.” Larc's scowl remained, though he did as he was told without question,  likely because he had been thinking of doing the same thing before it was mentioned. Stubborn as he was, he knew how to listen to good advice when it was given. Walking away from the home Horion felt the hair at the back of his neck stand on end,as a eery quietness  quickly settled over the city. The screaming was stopping, and the farther down the stone path the boy went, the better he came to understand the reasoning behind it all. “Th-they're killing everyone...” Larc must have figured out the same thing, as his sure footsteps announced his presence as he came back to his friends side. “Horion, we have to get out of here. There's no chance that we're going to be able to fight them all off, or any of them for that matter. They have better equipment, and training. Let's not forget numbers.” It was the sight of three men needlessly murdering another as a family already lay dead at their feet, and the almost cowardly words of his friend that made Horion hiss through his teeth. “No, I'm staying. Go run and hide, but I'm not going to let this happen while I stand by and do nothing.” To this end Larc only stayed there, his scowl growing deeper. “Always so damn stubborn. Fine, we're both staying. But if I die, you know who to blame; Yourself.” Another hissing sigh, and the leading boy made his retort, however uneducated it was. “Whatever.” Now that Larc had made up his mind, there was no changing it, and it would be good to have his friend at his side.

With those words the boy charged out from his hiding place, a stack of wooden crates set at the front of a general store. As he did so, the hiss of metal on hardened leather could be heard just barely over the steadily growing fires, but just enough to give warning as he drew his sword. They would fix this problem,  The men that both the boys had been watching turned on them, only for one to receive a arrow between the eyes. With a grunt, he fell as Horion covered the rest of the distance. Bringing the tip of his sword level with one of the soldiers stomachs he drove it in, sending it out the other side. Withdrawing it, he had only enough time to raise his shielded arm to catch an arcing blade. With his arm firm, though steadily growing tired, the boy raised the other holding his sword and aimed the tip at the mans throat. What the boy had imagined as the simple slitting of a throat, turned into decapitation. As the head fell from the mans body Horion took a step back, retching at the sight in front of him. “Oh, oh god... I killed him." On cue Larc chided in, as he walked to meet his friend. “Two actually...” Again it was Larc who would keep the boy from falling into disarray, and quickly both of them managed to gather themselves together. What they saw bothered both of them greatly, but neither of them could do anything about it. “They're all dead...” Horion mourned, stating the obvious as the boys looked over their bodies. “And we'll be dead too, if we don't get out of here.” Stubborn yes, stupid, no. Horion wanted to stay, and was going to do so. There had to be a way to save the city, and alone or apart from Larc, he would attempt it. Luckily he wouldn't be alone.

“I'm not leaving Larc, I can't leave. I don't want mom to come back home to this. There has to be something we can do... What about, what about the guardian?” Desperation hung in every syllable the boy spoke, but it could not be ignore that he was not going to give up so easily. “The guardian? We don't have a guardian. The last time it was reported we did was five years ago, wake up. There is no other option. Either we try to assemble the people together, or we fight them all on our own. If you're not going to give up, and since you're being so stubborn, I'm going to go with assembling all the people together. It shouldn't be that hard, assuming they're still some alive.” Nodding, Horion leaned against the side of the killed the soldiers behind,catching his breath as he peered down at the three soldiers and slaughtered family. “We'll get the people together, then we'll... We'll fight to the bitter end. That sounds like the only real plan that we have.” Larc scowled at his friend, determined to make sure both of them survived. “Or maybe you can get over this hero complex, and we can both live another day.” Sighing, the boy looked at his friend nearly in tears. “I can't...” Pushing off the wall Horion took a depth breath to stead himself and grasped his longsword with a new resolve, his face a mask of courage while inside he felt cowardly. He wanted to run away, he wanted to run far away and to never see another man die at his hands again. He wanted Larc to knock him out, to drag him away from all the danger but... That wouldn't happen, none of that would happen. They would either die, or they would succeed; success was theirs that night.

The fight had gone on for no more than two days, with the guards finally gathering in small groups, and surmounting a surprising assault on the attackers. Though the boys actions could not be ignored. Barely old enough to walk without the caps of their sheaths dragging the ground, they were thought of as nothing more than what they were- children. Even so, they managed to bring together the survivors, mounting attack after attack on the invaders in nothing short of gorilla warfare until they, and the survivors managed to kill the invading soldiers. They were quick and effective, managing to come through where others failed. In the end, only two of the original civilian survivors stood, and only a few more city soldiers. Those two that lived beside Larc and Horion died of injuries, and upon the completion of the defense, both boys attracted the attention of the King's guard, but even more importantly; the Solguard.

“I will never forget those days, or the days that followed after. Me and Larc were hailed as heros, but... We could never see ourselves as that. We may have pushed the enemy away, defeated them even. But all the same, everyone else had died. Some of the guards still lived, but their families... Our friends, everyone was dead. If we had acted a bit faster, if we had fought a bit harder, we could have done a little better. Maybe then everyone would still be alive, or at least... A lot more than remained. Neither of us considered the other a hero, nor did we consider ourselves a hero. We just did what we thought was right, and barely managed to survive. The king loved us, cherished us because he was still alive. He promised to make us part of his personal guard, and give us all the training we could ever hoped to dream for. Because obviously, training was so much better than what we had. We weren't arrogant, we were just realistic. The city the, and the royal guard had died even with all their training; while we had survived on our wits. Though, maybe if we had training... Maybe then we could have saved more lives. When it was all said and done, we just wanted to see our parents, we just wanted to be normal kids again.”

“That's not how it ever happens though, is it? You do something great, then the world expects you to repeat it again and again. We were just kids, we still are just kids. But that wasn't enough; we had to be more than just kids now. We had to be adults, even if our childhood had just been stolen from us. We might be selfish, me and Larc, but sometimes... We think the lose of our childhood was worse than the death of all those other people; people we didn't know. I can tell by the way he acted, the way he talked sometimes. It doesn't matter now though, I guess it never really did. Three weeks after the fight was over and the king had given us gifts, and his attention... Even women if we wanted them, as people began to repopulate the kingdom. Our parents had heard the news by now and returned home without completing their business. I will never forget the look on my mothers face, nor that of Larcs mother. They were horrified, not of us, but of what the city had become. We left soon after, with more than a few rumors quickly spreading after our departure.”

“A month, maybe two after that... And my life changed forever, again. Larc wanted to get away from it all, and his mother agreed that things would never be the same. I wished my brother farewell, and we ate. We faked smiles when we felt like crying, and when it was all done... We parted ways, swearing to meet up again some day, hoping, praying that it was not on another battlefield. He headed for the eastern continent , far away from the placed we had been raised. I stayed... For my mother, and for the hope that my father would return sober and sane, a thing which would not happen until some time after Larcs departure. My luck ran out quickly, and before I knew it... The rumors of my and his deeds caught up with me. With my brother being a world away, the only one which could take responsibility for those actions was myself. At times I hated him for leaving, and at other times I wish I had joined him.”

“The new town that me and my mother had moved to was small... Out of the way, but ultimately it just meant the rumors impacted them more. I was just trying to live a normal life, even going so far as to leave my sword and half gauntlet back in that ill-fated place. It didn't matter though, as I was still some sort of legendary hero. We both were. If only they had known what it felt like to have failed so miserably, and be forced to relive it with every rumor that they told of me. I dealt with this for three months, almost half a year passing by since that incident only to have another big change in my life; The Solguard.”

The day was fair, the sun hanging in the sky like a large golden coin that not even the cleverest thief could hope to steal. A subtle breeze gently combed the top of the lush green grass of the small town this way, and that. The sound of children laughing could be easily head over such a delicate noise as they played under clear skies. The day, indeed, was fine for all. Yet instead of enjoying it, Horion stayed inside away from them all. They were mere children, but their incessant demand to hear the epic of how he had saved Fardalon, the castle town he'd lived in, was too much. They would come soon, he knew, knocking on the door to pester him about it and disturb his silence. He would answer the door, and tell them to go away. It was the way that every day went, and the way that it would go until that deed was long forgotten.

Today he did little more than sit in  a wooden chair on the far side of his parents kitchen, looking down at the bowl of porridge he'd made for himself. Atop the table it looked so unappetizing, though while he had made it, the food had seemed the best answer to overcome his hunger. Now it was no more than something for him to poke at until the children of the town came to bother him. As Horion pushed his wooden spoon into the thick oaks he heard a knock on the door. “Already?” It should have been at least a few more hours until anyone came to ask him to their storyteller. Rolling his eyes, he pushed the chair back on the wooden floor and stood to look out the window. Outside the kitchen window children still played, which meant that it could only be a single child, or perhaps Mun, the local village idiot.

Grumbling, he stepped out of the kitchen and went to the front door of the house, opening it to look at what he thought should have been a child. Instead, it was three large men, all dressed in similar attire. Each one wore a chain-shirt, the sun glinting off their shoulders as the house shaded the rest of them quiet thoroughly. Upon their hands they were leather gauntlets, and adorning their head was a steel helmet of fine craftsmanship. The rest was covered in black cloths, as even their feet were clad in dark boots. However, none of this frightened Horion to the point of immobility. It was the sight of sheathed swords, however, that made him blink slowly in thought. “Can I-” And this was all he was allowed as the first man pushed his shoulder hard against the boys chest knocking him back into the house, and onto his ass.

He didn't stay there for long, oh no. He had learned six months ago that staying still was the easiest way to die. Immediately he continued the mans momentum, rolling backward until he was to his feet again, and stood. Standing, he looked at the men before turning to run to the kitchen. “Wh-what the hell!?” Back inside the kitchen he heard the footsteps of the men as they came to finished what they started, swords being unsheathed along the way. Going through the various drawers, he finally found a knife large enough to do any damage; a meat cleaver. Hoisting it up, he waited for what was about to happen. The blade was unbalanced, but the edge was sharp enough to do damage. When the first one came through the entryway of his kitchen, he threw the cleaver sideways at the mans throat; luck saving his life. As it swirled end over end becoming no more than a blur of sliver, Horion watched as it became lodged into the mans throat.

Bleeding, the man fell down. Though one man was dead, that still left two, and Horion was now without a weapon. Did he dare grab the sword of the man he had just killed, or did he try to find another knife? “Hurry, think, think!” In his panicked state he had almost forgotten the window in the kitchen, and now hefted himself up onto the sink, not daring to look over his shoulder as he heard the other men walk into the room. Out the window he went, shattering the expensive glass, and landing outside the house on his side. Now all he had to do was find someone to help him and he could stop this chaos. Picking himself up, Horion ran from the house to where he'd seen all the children playing, only to find that they had all either been ushered in because of what was now occurring, or were now all dead and hidden behind the buildings.

Looking back at one of the men who'd just exited the house, the youth knew it could have been either. “Why do you want to kill me, what did I do to you!?” Wait... Could it be, were these part of the men who he and Larc had fought off all that time ago? Clenching his teeth, Horion ran his tongue along the back of them as he watched the men approach him. Turning tail, he ran away from them to run away once more. Turning around, he found, was not the best idea as a searing pain enveloped his shoulder after a wet <I>thunk</I> noise was made. Instantly his arm became useless as the pain bit deeply into his mind. Now he had to clench his teeth harder, grunting past the pain as he ran away from the men and hid behind one of the homes of the few who lived inside the town. Though he thought he was unable to move his arm, Horion did his best and reached up to touch the shaft of the arrow protruding from his shoulder. As he moved it the pain that it had caused flashed back into him like a molten knife. Grasping it with his one hand as tight as he could, he took his tunic in one hand and stuffed it inside his mouth.

Yanking violently, the arrow came dislodged from his shoulder, tearing at the muscle and in turn increasing the flow of blood down his back. Through it all he roared into the tunic in his mouth, muffling the noise enough so that he didn't get caught. Now he breathed heavily, looking down at the arrow which he knew was his only weapon. His shoulder ached, and his head felt dizzy. Never had he felt such pain before; why did it hurt so bad!? “Okay... I've got to end this...” Turning, he looked from behind the building at the two men that were poking upon the town in hopes of finding him. They were looking high and low, but at least the children weren't killed.... And if they had been, weren't thrown carelessly behind the buildings.

Creating a mental picture of where they'd be, given the time it'd take for him to get close to them, Horion set out. His foot falls were nearly silent as he walked behind the buildings coming closer and closer to the men that had attacked him(In his own home no less) with intent to kill him. As he passed by another house, he saw that the men were splitting up to look for him. One walking toward him, the other to the other side of the town. Clenching the arrow tight in his good hand, he hid behind the house the first man was bound to go behind first. As he did, Horion used his arrow as the weapon it now was. Stabbing up, the arrow came into contact with the skin under the mans jaw before it was pushed through his mouth, and into his skull with a wet crunch.

Releasing the arrow, Horion grabbed the blade and began to strip down the soldier. Maybe if he looked like the other man... Maybe then he could get away without having to kill anyone else, and figure out some way to repair his injured shoulder. It wasn't likely, but it was something he was willing to try. Once the other man was stripped down to his undergarments, Horion did the same for himself until he too was in his undergarments. All of this was so painfully slow without the use of his other arm that he thought he'd be caught any at any second. Yet some how he managed to make it through all of it before finally stepping out from behind the building. How close were the people, he thought, would they know what either sounded like? Could he tell the other man that it was okay to stop looking? That was doubtful, and as he watched the man walk out from behind a building, he knew too that it was unsafe to leave this man alive.

What if they went after his father, or his mother? He couldn't let that happen, he wouldn't let it happen. With the sword still in hand, Horion walked toward the other man using this mans trust in the appearance of his clothing to his advantage. The closer he came terms with the likelihood that he would be discovered, and gripped the sword tighter in his hand. The leather creaked in his hand, his knuckles white under the gauntlet adorning his hand. By the time that he came close enough to the man, he knew that he'd been discovered. For the man attacked him, slicing down with the heavy sword. There was no way he could block the blow, and instead Horion managed to side-step it, stabbing out with his blade in just enough time to kill the man and save his own life. As the man fell, the youth released his sword and breathed out all his air with one big huff. “It's over... It's finally over.”

He had to check on everyone, see if they were okay. But suddenly he couldn't move. It was as if he were stone, but that wasn't the only thing that was out of place. Because, though being frozen in place was indeed odd, the sound of clapping was far stranger. “Well done, well done... No training, and you managed to kill three soldiers. You should be proud of yourself.” He wanted to speak, he wanted to tell that smug voice to go to hell. Whoever they were they continued to speak, this time coming close enough for Horion to listen to a definite feminine inflection. “Shhh-Shut up!” the young man managed to say, fighting past whatever spell had been cast on him.

“That's not very nice, but I suppose it's to be expected. Now, how would you like to join the Solguardians?”

“And that was my first time ever meeting one of their kind... The Solguardians. I didn't know how to take the question, but was surprised when the woman let me go of her spell. She had captured me so easily, and the more we talked amongst each other, the more I came to realize that all of it; every single bit had just been an act. The woman had created soldiers from thin air, making them look as intimidating as she was capable. Then, she had set them loose to test me, to see if I would die or live. If I had died, she assured me that my parents would have been well looked after. Though, since I had passed, she offered me a chance to become part of the elite, to shed the bounds of being a lowly peasant and to do something for the world. If I joined them there was even a possibility that I could see my 'brother' again. How could I say no? Even with all the pain, even with everything that had just happened, I agreed. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest thing, but it was better than the alternative.”

“Make no mistake, being a lowly peasant has it's perks, but a majority of those perks are far outweighed by being so low on the social latter. Working every day until you feel as though your bones will become dust, watching as your parents do the same, knowing fully that looking upon nobility will be the death of you. The list goes on forever, but now I had a way to take care of my parents, a way to finally see all that the world had to offer. Should I have known what that meant, I might have let those magical constructs kill me. After all, at least then it would have been quick and painless. The Solguardians, however, were not.”