Difference between revisions of "Herseur D'Sauveur"
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− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> " | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "They say he's practically unseamed under that gambeson. The second he takes it off his guts would spill about." </div> |
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #000000; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Uncommon Rumors -</b> ''A little more difficult to hear. | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #000000; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Uncommon Rumors -</b> ''A little more difficult to hear. | ||
Use sparingly or ask first!''</div> | Use sparingly or ask first!''</div> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> " | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Serves a heretic right to end up exiled and rotting to pieces. Can you believe he conspired against the Church?"</div> |
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #000000; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Rare Rumors -</b> ''Very rarely overheard. Please ask | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #000000; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Rare Rumors -</b> ''Very rarely overheard. Please ask | ||
before using!''</div> | before using!''</div> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> " | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Sofia had to call the Temple Knights to get him to leave her be. She said he sat in front of the door in the cold for days and nights, begging to say goodbye to his boys. They couldn't even recognize his voice; he sounded more like a demon than their father."</div> |
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<div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;">'''Player Note'''</div></div> | <div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;">'''Player Note'''</div></div> | ||
− | <div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">'' | + | <div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">''I'm fairly patient so don't let the miserable character fool you. I'm always looking to make large storylines that connect FCs and help people get to know each other better on this grand ole server so let me know if you want to do anything of that scale.''</div></div> |
<div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;">'''Personal RP Limits'''</div></div> | <div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;">'''Personal RP Limits'''</div></div> | ||
− | <div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">'' | + | <div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">''I'd prefer vulgarity kept to a minimum. I don't want to hear about your characters' sex lives and my character sure doesn't, either. If you think of approaching a leper for ERP, I'd suggest you instead approach a clinical therapist.'' </div></div> |
− | :<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ '''''I will play''' | + | :<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ '''''I will play '''Hit me up if you need a villain for your FC or for your character. Morally bankrupt bandits and religious zealots are my thing.'' </div></div> |
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<div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;">'''Character Lore Adherence'''</div></div> | <div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;">'''Character Lore Adherence'''</div></div> | ||
− | <div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">'' | + | <div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">''I try my best to adhere to lore and expect my RP partners to do the same. That being said, I won't get in someone's face for being a little off with their RP. I would like any of my lore incoherence to be pointed out to me privately, though, so I can quickly fix it. I don't bite so please do let me know if I mess something up. I haven't been in this setting for too long.''</div></div> |
:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ ''No changes required.''</div></div> | :<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ ''No changes required.''</div></div> | ||
Revision as of 13:53, 19 October 2017
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Blasphemy carries a price that few men can bear. Lance Corporal Herseur D'Sauveur of the Ishgardian Temple Knights learned the weight of heresy well after cursing the name of his beloved goddess in rage after his first failure on the battlefield. The young cavalry officer was punished severely for spitting in the face of She who consecrated The Holy See, leading to brief imprisonment. After serving his sentence which ended prematurely, just after Nidhogg's awakening, he was swiftly transferred to a penal regiment and made one of many to lead the suicidal charges against the vile brood of Dravania. By sheer luck, the cavalryman survived alongside his only steed, Savisha, until the end of the war. Perhaps, he wondered, he was kept alive only because his debt to The Fury was not yet paid. Sickness overtook Herseur towards the end of the war, but its malevolence did not fully bloom until the day the Archbishop died. Pustules, gaping sores, and rotting wounds began to afflict him like a curse sent from on high, and the arrogant young man learned his place under The Fury as all he had loved was ripped from his hands. His beloved wife barred the door and windows, fearing that his pestilence would spread to their four sons. His regiment cast him out, seeing that he was no longer fit to serve in battle, nor was he fit to serve alongside the able-bodied. With nothing but shame left to his name, he took his steed and rode down The Steps of Faith one last time, exiling himself from his home not just out of humiliation, but for the sake of his own kin. None deserved a curse that he believed was designed solely for him.
Few behold the face of the shameful leper, but those who do often feel their stomachs churn in disgust. His pallid skin clings tight to ailing sinew like bleached parchment, thin and fragile. Dueling scars, earned from a youth of saber fencing, have reopened and gone fetid, rotting through his right cheek in such a way that nearly all of his teeth show along it. Sullen, sunken eyes have not yet lost their vitality nor color, however, and shine through his hideous visage as piercing rays of frigid blue. Beyond his countenance, Herseur's frame shows equal signs of decay. He once towered over his compatriots and bore shoulders so broad that they put many men to shame, but muscular atrophy has stricken him, especially at the core, causing him to lurch forward naturally. His firm posture often looks awkward and forced, as standing straight has become a conscious effort for him.
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Quick to anger but quick to calm, Herseur is a mercurial man enslaved to his own volatility. His ambitions are betrayed by his own rage, and his silver tongue is rendered into little but mud with the venom he spews when provoked. As a man with little time left, he has abandoned his formalities, his patience, and much of his compassion.
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