User:Vaar
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Age: Only he knows.
Race: Golden Draconian.
Class: Samurai.
Clan: None.
Status: Single, although he’s not sure.. He has lost contact with the person he cared for.
Vaar’s weapons of choice.
A dark steal spear. The art of combat was taught to him at a very young age. From the time he could hold a weapon, he had been training under his father. The skills he possesses with a spear far surpass that of his sword abilities. It’s a night and day difference.
An Ancient Ice-enchanted Katana. This weapon was created by Nikita the Fae of winter. The powers this weapon has is still being unlocked by Vaar. Generally he uses this in a fight first, believing that his spear use is too much for most opponents. If he ever pulls out his spear, consider yourself a threat to him.
Vaars Past as a samurai.
Vaar held the royal scroll in hand, a messenger had delivered it to him earlier that day. The flowing characters upon the parchment were panted on by a scholar, but the words themselves meant only one thing. He had been summoned to the inner sanctuary of the Emperors palace. This invitation would normally be considered a good thing, but recently he had failed the Emperor in the simplest of his duties. The damage it caused would be irreversible. He had lost an entire country in war and the Emperor was more than dissatisfied with the situation at hand. The country itself, had just been obtained a few months before and now it was lost again to the Heathens within. He has lost everything, his father, mother, wife, daughter, honor and his claim to land. Many of these, were lost during the war. Assassins had come and claimed his families souls, with a poison not from his land. The doctors could only tell him that their deaths were extremely painful. This news wracked his mind for months, keeping him from concentrating on his mission. Ultimately, his state of mind led to a defeat, forcing him to give up his land and honor. The Emperor stripped everything from this man accept his own life, but that would soon change.
Vaar entered the palace at a slow and steady pace, his almost perfect features were only marred by a single scar across his left cheek, not even he was sure where he earned it. The room itself was massive, more than big enough for an audience of hundreds and it was probably never used for such a thing. Scattered about the room were red tapestries with golden pictures of Grishi stitched into them, there dark red color was a direct contrast to the white marble walls behind them. Next to each one of these beautiful tapestries laid two torches, illuminating the area around them and casting a flickering orange glow. He had to stop and take a minute to look around, it was his first time entering this Palace. Sixty foot tall pillars held up the very ceiling of the building, ten on each side, creating an enormous open area. The stone work was masterfully finished, showing the dwarven trade immaculately. Guards stood at both sides of the walkway that led down towards the throne, where he knew, he would find Emperor Grishi. After a few moments in awe, he began to move again. His footsteps loudly echoing throughout the room, creating a chaos of noise that shattered the reigning silence. As he past each guard, they in turn stepped forward and began to follow in a marching order, keeping him from leaving should he try. Every emotion went through his mind as he walked down the red carpet. He was more than worried about having an audience with the Emperor, he wasn’t exactly known for his kindness.
Reaching the throne he simply raised his right fist, slamming it towards his chest. A loud metallic ‘Thud’ burst into the air as his metal gauntlet made contact with his armor. A slight bow was also given to the Emperor while still holding his hand to his chest. With his greenish hued eyes still scanning the details upon the floor, he reached up with his left hand and removed the helmet, tucking it beneath his armpit. Long shimmering black hair, fell from it‘s neatly tucked position under his helmet, covering up his saluting hand from the sight of the Emperor. This particular salute, took a lot of practice for him to successfully achieve. “Greetings Emperor Grishi. I am honored to be of service.” His voice was loud and military like, full of conviction and honor. Silence once again rang out in the room, the next few minutes were awkward for him as the Emperor took almost 15 minutes to allow him to move. He wouldn’t drop his salute till he had been recognized. “Vaar... Kneel..” Those two words exited Grishi’s mouth like a venom, almost spraying it at him as he commanded him. A wicked smile stretched across his well tanned face. Grishi was by no means considered a warrior or a fighter of any level. Grishi was simply known for his ruthless tactics as an Emperor, all of the power he had, tainted his very soul changing him into a foul creature of hell. Why Vaar stuck his service out with him, may never be known. Grishi is a well kept man, whispers could even be heard around the country that his vanity forced him to brush his own hair while asleep. His well tanned and toned stature only produced a height of 5'8, this became something much bigger as no man was aloud to speak to the Emperor while their eyes were above his own. Grishi’s violent swirls of silvery-blue eyes pierced through Vaar like a predator, using his magical abilities to stare into the very depths of his soul. “Remove your armor. I trust that you wore your ritual garments beneath them.” The words that exited from Grishi’s mouth were much calmer, showing his status as Emperor. Without any hesitation the guards began to strip him of his armor, tossing each piece in a pile to his left. It only took moments and left him standing there feeling vulnerable, but no sign of which showed in his statuesque presence.
Vaar stood there, in front of Emperor Grishi and his Royal Guard with unflinching loyalty. His mind was made up and he knew exactly what he must do. Calmly nodding to the Emperor, he knelt down. While taking a deep breath, he locked his golden scaled fingers upon his ritual dagger, which he had kept neatly hidden under his garments. The dagger itself was a beautiful piece of work, deadly sharp and made for a purpose. It was made from the finest metals his land could produce, marking it's value high. It's golden hilt and butt-cap gleamed as he brandished the weapon. Looking up at his Emperor, he plunged the deadly thing into the left side of his stomach, all 6 inches of the daggers blade lay deep within his soft tissue. The look of devastating agony threatened to smash it’s way upon his golden scaled features. He had to mentally push himself to reveal no pain and no sound, for the ritual suicide in his land, would forbid him of redeeming his honor should either happen. Clenching his teeth, he began dragging the wicked blade across his stomach to his right side. The pain was pounding up his back, threatening to bring tears into his eyes. Dark colored blood began spilling forth from his innards, soiling his clothes and the very floor beneath him. In all his years of battle and service to the Emperor, he had never come across a pain like this. The dagger that was mentioned earlier, was a standard issue seppiku knife, given to the leaders in Grishi’s army. It was said that magical enchantment’s were placed upon the weapon to ease ones pain. He now knew that was a lie. It’s magic quickly worked it’s way through him, coursing its way through his veins with every heartbeat. Once the magic had reached his head, it was like a whole new lesson in pain. Every muscle in his body clenched uncontrollably as it feasted upon his innards, soaring his agony to new heights. Sweat began to pump down his golden face, showing how much he was struggling and somehow, he was able to finish. The floor about him had become a bloody mess during his Seppiku. His consciousness mind only lasted long enough to hear Grishi’s words. “Drag his carcass out of here and toss him upon the stone streets so the crows may taste a warm meal.” Grishi’s tone was serpent like and carried no control. His last fleeting thoughts, were about his daughter, whom he loved dearly. This wretched thing called life had stripped him of her and forced him to live without her. Everything he did was only done so that she may have everything she wisheg. His way of life didn’t turn out anything like he had seen. Tears of utter sorrow began to stream down his unconscious face as his life slipped away, spilling their crystal clear contents into a dark pool of blood.....
-An unknown amount of time elapsed-
Vaar awoke in shock at the fact that he still drew breath. Quickly, he yanked the sheets, that were tucked over his body, off of him. Was everything that happened, just a dream? His greenish hued eyes locked their sight upon his stomach, staring at the grotesque scar across it. The sight of it, was a harsh slap in the face. The wound itself looked fully healed, no scabs or blood were visible upon its surface. What happened, and how did I get here, he thought. Somehow he had managed to live. His eyes darted around the room, scanning for anyone else. There were shelves among the wooden walls of the room he laid in, upon which sat many empty vials and jars. The smell of burning sage, filled the very air like a thick fog. His armor laid in a single pile in the opposite corner of the room, looking like they were tossed there in a hurry. His ancient katana laid at the foot of his bed in a stand, displaying it’s old beauty to him. To his amazement, only a note hung upon the door to his room. The note read:
Vaar,
I know that awaking in such a place may be a bit troublesome, but it had to be done this way to keep your life a secret.
If the Emperor knew you still lived he would send an army to retrieve you and force death upon you. I cannot tell you what time
it will be when you receive this letter, because I have no idea when my magics will fade from you, allowing your
consciousness. I have done everything I could to keep you alive, and at a great cost. Just know that I am a humble man who
witnessed another strong willed man kill himself in front of a tyrant. I took pity upon you when the Emperor told his guards to
toss your body outside to give the crows a warm meal. I barely made it to you in time, your body laid stretched out in the sun
and naked. I had a friend retrieve your belongings from within the castle, it should all be there. I am sorry that you had to
live through such an event, but take this life that has been granted to you and live it.
-Signed A helping hand.