Post by Nathaniel de Beniér on May 23, 2012 8:50:47 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Nathaniel de Beniér
Race: Human
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthplace: Orlais, Val Royeaux
Residence: Orlais, Val Royeaux
Affiliation: University of Orlais
Occupation: Professor.
Religion: Andrastian by force.
COMBAT
Class: Warrior
Character Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 2
Willpower:
Magic:
Cunning: 1
Gear:
- Ceremonial Orlesian platemail
- Silverite Heavy Chainmail armour set
- Silverite Longsword(Étincelant)
- Silverite Metal Kite Shield
- Heavy Leather Boots(Hardened Leather)
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: It would almost seem that Nathaniel is looking for attention, always preferring to wear fine garments rather than simple, more practical garments. Even in his long, black arms jacket, complete with neatly woven shirt, black trousers, and shining black shoes, he doesn't seem the type to constantly seek for the attention of others. Experience has left its marks, leaving many scars and memories behind. His dark moustache and beard are one of the things he treasures dearly. Nathaniel is full of anger and desperation, often choosing to show itself through his expressions. You can usually see him loitering around as if someone had sprinkled lemon juice on his his eyelids and then woke him up, but simply worse. His anger is of the arrogant nobles and the increasing mistreatment of the common folk; his mother had been a commoner and his father a noble - a Comte - and by his mother's influence he came to respect the common folk despite happening to be the son of a noble, raised in abundance.
Being a vicomte, however, has teached him the meaning of fashion; and of all the colors he prefers black the most. In addition to that it fits his personality quite well, it also seems to create an aura of mystery about the brown-haired veteran warrior. He isn't exactly tall, standing at approximately 6 feet, and time spent in the army hardened both body and soul. As for almost every warrior, taking classes in dancing was a part of his daily life. These classes were mostly for learning the art of evasion and dexterity - to prepare for real battles. These skills would be honed to their extent during the wars and conflicts of Orlais, or so was the custom of the Orlesian army.
"Excellent training, excellent distribution of commands to slowly accumulate more experience to the recruits." - Nathaniel de Beniér of the Orlesian Army, in the University of Val Royeaux.
Personality: If one even briefly gets to interact with Nathaniel, he will soon notice that he is not exactly the best company. A rumour is about that he is careless and rash, eager to insult other nobles and act against them in any way possible. He was almost labeled a rebel, but the accusation was finally pulled back - there was no proof of his involvement. Some say that his arrogance knows no boundaries; but do not let them fool you: they are just one of those people that have been offended by the opinions of this liberal professor. In reality, Nathaniel is careful and precise in his manners. He doesn't have many friends due to the rumors and foul talk that has circled around him for years, and those that still are his friends cannot contact him very often - Nathaniel is indeed quite a lonely man, so much that he becomes more and more like a hermit with each passing day.
Many say that leaving the army had a heavy effect in the young noble. Nathaniel does not like tales like this: he stands with his decision, stating that he had other interests at the time and is now in pursuit of them. Still, one can notice a certain stiffness in his speech and manners when speaking of the times after he left the army. Perhaps these times were hard for him? Yet nobody has managed to have Nathaniel comment on the subject. There would be no help from his side: if one is interested, he must try to find out himself.
HISTORY
The birth of the Comte's son was an expected event. Many noble families gathered to watch the priests of Andraste declare him an Andrastian...well, if they just had known. Anyways, it was pretty much like a normal ceremony. Nothing was out of order, and everyone was happy - boring, really. Now, he grew in great wealth(and education, although some would find it hard to believe), and just like everyone expected from the son of a great noble, he joined the army as soon as he could. That should've been around his 18s. Despite being such a young man, it did not take long before he brought honour to his family. It only seemed to be a small and meaningless border incident, but soon turned out to be something quite different.
On that day, the squad set off early. It was a long distance from Val Royeaux to the Nevarran border, that long-stretching line where constant skirmishes occurred between Nevarra and Orlais. This squad was sent there to simply scout, however; it was not geared towards prolonged fighting. It took two full weeks to arrive within eyesight of the Orlesian-Nevarran border.
Their horses were tired after an unusually lengthy day's march, and night was drawing nigh. Today, they had travelled 24 kilometres, and most were only looking forwards because they hoped to finally spot the army encampment close by. Nathaniel was at the back of the unit, exhausted as well, and in addition to that pretty much oblivious of his surroundings. Suddenly, the leader of the unit screamed something. A sudden feeling of urgency rushed through his veins; something was going to happen very soon. Nathaniel twitched his eyes, staring around himself, and soon the arrows began to land. It didn't take long when they hit their targets. Many men fell with long, vicious arrows sticking out from their necks or heads, dropping from their saddles, and he noticed that the whole process didn't make any sound at all.
Just like this, the men in his unit were picked off until only a two dozens remained. That is when they finally realized to form up into a shieldwall to block the incoming fire from the Nevarran longbows - well, at least they did it. Soon the Nevarrans charged in to finish the job, and they almost succeeded at it - only problem was, that a squad of Chevaliers that were out hunting for them had turned up just at the right moment and slaughtered the vulnerable Nevarran footsoldiers to the last man. Nathaniel survived, for he had been fighting the commander of the Nevarrans further away from the main engagement.
After he returned to Val Royeaux, he received a medal for bravery and a promotion to the rank of Lietenaunt. From that point on he continued until resignation, and fell ill after it. Well, most say that it was an illness, but in reality, he became affiliated with quite a dangerous chain of events. He hasn't spoken of it to anyone, not even to his family. Perhaps something could change his mind, though - perhaps a feeling of safety and comfort? Well, that shouldn't come very soon - according to Nathaniel himself.
Nathaniel's Story
Many a rumor had already reached the pearl of Orlais, Val Roeyaux, upon the arrival of the young but experienced nobleman. What doubt there had been about the unit's fate, however, was shattered when the messengers the knight-commander had sent to ride before them arrived at the city. And much to Nathaniel's displeasure, soon everyone knew about him. Sole survivor of a Nevarran ambush, Nathaniel de Beniér - they treated him like a hero, and some clever merchants even managed to make some extra profit with these supposedly 'good' news the messengers brought. Anyhow, Nathaniel arrived by night and, opposing to the hopes of many, in secret. Some had hoped for a great welcoming parade - someone had even suggested a speech for the memory of the fallen. Nathaniel wanted to know nothing of this - when he had arrived in the city, the first thing he did was to enter his house and immediately fall asleep. His family didn't have ample time to welcome him, so they decided to leave it for the next day.
And so the time passed. Soon the people forgot Nathaniel; that is when he started to take more part in public activities again. It did not take long when he became a professor in the university of Val Royeaux, and for a time he regained some of his fame as people remembered his past deeds. Much to Nathaniel's pleasure, however, it disappeared as quickly as it had came. But something was bugging Nathaniel. He just couldn't leave the ambush like that; unsettled. He had to know what really happened and why. He couldn't solve the problem, because he didn't know anything.
Alastor de Bale winced his eyes shut. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Those dastardly idiots had killed everyone except him? He stood up from the red-satin antique armchair and exclaimed furiously. The servant twitched in his place, suddenly very eager to leave the room. Alastor cast his gaze furiously to several random objects in the room, finally ending up at the servant. He stood gallantly before his enraged master like a trained servant should, and not too terrified either. He was used to his master's habits, and this time was no exception. He kept his professional mask on, although a bored expression would've fit his emotions the truest. Alastor de Bale stiffened suddenly, and seemed as if his presence left the room for a moment. His gaze drifted off, but soon he fixed it back at the servant. His name was Ramatuelle, and he was fifty-three years old.
Alastor de Bale had indeed come up with an idea. He had been wrong - there was still a small window of opportunity, and he only needed to stretch out his hand and take it. He sat down with a grin, giving his orders to Ramatuelle. He silently exited the room.
Make way for the new Empress of Orlais, she seemed to say, but those who knew her better could tell that it was all just a simple show. Something to get the more stupid ones thinking, and the smart but romantic ones easier to confront. She was of lean build, standing tall and thin above most of the other women, deep in contrast with her large breasts. Don't get me wrong; she wasn't anything like she sounded like. Her voice was clean and sophisticated, and her manners polite. She could carry herself out honorably and respectfully when she needed, but she could also be intimidating and fearless. In short, she was a bard. And Ramatuelle had suggested her services for Comte de Bale, Alastor. Most people took it as a compliment, but she didn't seem to mind it at all. Truly the perfect woman for the job.
Alright, alright. You lot want to get to the point already. Fine. I'll tell you; she was introduced to the venerated Vicomte de Beniér right after he had joined the university, and surprise! soon they were close friends. Nathaniel couldn't suspect anything from such a sophisticated-looking, beautiful woman, which in the end he had to pay for. The woman betrayed him, stabbed him two times, but missed his heart. The woman was killed right after the deed - she thought that she had succeeded, and was soon caught. She was later tortured and executed. Nathaniel, on the other hand, was carried away, and his father began to spread a rumor that he had fallen ill to prevent any other, more sinister rumors from appearing.
Nathaniel was very reluctant to let anyone gain his trust after this particular incident. He became slightly paranoid, also, although his physical recovery was full.
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