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Post by Olyver Vane on Apr 3, 2011 15:27:03 GMT -5
Olyver was glad that he was able to joke around, it made him feel calm and like he was able to open up and not worry about the fact he was from a country that should very well be considered the enemy. "Yes, Camelot! I believe it to be a fair name!" He laughed and smiled over to the woman, watching Yassia as she spoke, nodding slightly. "Ah, I see. That seems like quite the travel. I am glad to see that you quite obviously made it here safely." He stated and then when the question of his nationality came up, he felt a bit awkward. It was quite difficult to say where he was from, especially out in the middle of the marketplace.
"Oh... Well... Before I tell you where I am from, I want you to keep in mind that I left the place for a reason, because the king was not following the knight's code of chivalry, and that I renounced my citizenship of the kingdom I was born in." He announced, wanting to make it clear that he was no way tied to his former kingdom. "In fact, I wouldn't be here if that were the case my lady, for I was a nobleman and a knight of Cenred's kingdom. It truly is not something that I am proud of." The man sighed and then thought for a moment before continuing.
"Ah, yes. I quite agree with you about Camelot. It is quite a wonderful kingdom. The people are lively, the men are well trained, and I believe that Prince Arthur will be a fair king when his day comes."
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Post by Olyver Vane on Apr 1, 2011 1:46:04 GMT -5
Offering a smile as he gathered as many of the satchels as he could comfortable carry, he nodded. "I am grateful for your words, my lady." He replied and wondered what language the young woman was speaking. He knew that the woman was from some place, and that it was someplace far from Camelot, and his thoughts were turning gears in his head. "Aye, we shall conquer it and call the castle Camelot." He joked, and smiled at the woman, and then cleared his throat as he wanted to be serious. "I'm afraid that I have not heard of Ailantha, my lady. Is it far away? Is it still part of Albion, or is it far from here, milady?" Olyver then added on, "please forgive me if you take offense to my question."
He began to take slow steps towards the castle, keeping an eye out for the woman that he knew was at the very least nobility if not higher in the social chain. The streets of the market were crowded, and at times he still found himself getting lost amongst the rocky roads. He had to be careful, for due to the fact that once upon a time he had worked for the kingdom that had been ruled by Cenred. If he had told anyone that, save for anyone whom truly knew he, he was worried that he'd be flogged, and run out of the citadel and it's surrounding villages. "I'm not from Camelot either, by the way. " He stated, making conversation.
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Post by Olyver Vane on Mar 17, 2011 0:23:15 GMT -5
Olyver watched the woman, obviously noble or even royalty, as he intended to help. The very fact that the women didn't have a basket was notification to him that either she hadn't expected to buy so much, or that she'd been separated from someone whom did. Noticing how uncomfortable the load of pouches and satchels must have been, he figured that it would be best to be quick with any words exchanged and to act with the best of intentions.
"I do, my lady. It is of no inconvenience at all, and I would be glad to assist you. It does not detter me from any tasks." And although he noticed the odd trill to the accent the woman spoke, he didn't particularly know know where to place it. "As for my name, it is Olyver Vane, mylady. And I dare say that I would enjoy to know whom it is that I am assisting on such a perilous journey to the castle!" He replied, a smile coming to his features to show that his words were in jest and hewanted nothing more then to do what was humanly right, meaning that he just wanted to be polite and help a woman in need, be it a noblewoman, a member of some exotic royal court, or a handmaiden, it didn't matter to him, for he believed not only in the code, but of fair treatment to any and all peoples. From the farmers, to the blacksmith, the cobblers to the richest man in the lands.
"And, I shall now assist you, shall you allow me." Olyver stated simply.
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Post by Olyver Vane on Feb 28, 2011 22:58:55 GMT -5
It was comforting to see that he had managed to reach through to the woman, without having to go through too much trouble. The fact of the matter was that he had to return it, although finding out that the woman was carrying such a load of satchels and pouches made him worry just the slightest. It wasn't right in his mind for a woman to be carrying such a load on her own, and it irritated him a bit that no man had been polite enough to offer the woman help. He found himself thinking over what exactly to say, as though the word considerate had been used by the woman he couldn't help but feel it was his duty.
"It was my pleasure, my lady." He responded finally, with a smile and then cleared his throat. "I'm afraid that I will not do that, for I would enjoy assisting you for certainly those pouches must be quite the burden on a young maiden, I would gladly help you take them back to the castle." He stated, wondering vaguely what was in the many little bundles. He didn't want to be pushy, and he was actually a bit nervous and prayed that he hadn't come off sounding too demanding or even lord forbid, like some sexist pig. It was far from thinking that women were the weaker gender as some men thought. He thought that it was right for a man to offer help, especially to a person who had their arms full with a task.
"I apologise if my words come off rude in any fashion, but I believe that it would be quicker, and easier to share the task. I'd have trouble carrying so many pouches at once myself." He said with a smile.
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Post by Olyver Vane on Feb 24, 2011 12:47:51 GMT -5
The busy bustling city of Camelot was rushing all around him, and Olyver was enjoying his time there. He wasn't normally out in the market but, he was glad to be out of the stuffy atmosphere of the court. He hadn't personally been through the ordeal of the immortal army, having left when King Cenred first became allied with the witch Morgause. The latest of rumours were that Cenred had been killed. That would leave his kingdom in a state of peril and yet he'd long left that kingdom. The reasoning was simple. He couldn't uphold his honour if he was being forced to attack another kingdom without their knowledge, if he couldn't uphold a sense of justice with that. It was part of a knight's duty to protect the weak and the innocent. Although, just by leaving he'd broken his prized Code of Chivalry.
The comfort of being in the marketplace Olyver had a few things on his list of shopping, mainly to get supplies to keep his weapons in top shape. He was a man that liked to take care of things himself. For that reason, he worked himself hard. For that reason he was improving his skills in swordsmanship, and everything but archery, which was already his top-notch skill. His list included buying a new quiver, and getting a few new strings for his longbow and crossbow. It was also a reason to just get out and see the city.
Upon watching one woman passing by, he noted her arms full of pouches and it caught his attention when one fell to the ground. When the woman hadn't noticed he picked it up before it could be trampled and cleared his throat. “Miss! You dropped something!” He called out before following after Yassia. He figured that he should accompany her and lighten her load. It wasn't every too often he'd have the chance to help someone out.
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Post by Olyver Vane on Feb 19, 2011 18:12:56 GMT -5
Olyver was on his long journey out of Escetia. He'd taken only what would be necessary to survive. A small pack for medical emergencies, two pairs of clothing bundled up and tied with cord, some food, the stones for sharpening his sword, and what he was wearing. He wore a dark blue tunic and breeches, with his armour over. On his back was a quiver filled with arrows for a crossbow. He covered the quiver with a knit cloak and he'd left the place he'd called home. His former armour was no more, as he'd quit and in turn was stripped of his knighthood by Cenred. So, he didn't have to worry about heavy chainmail or helmets to be polished.
The trip to Camelot had found him lost. He'd never been good with maps or directions, and this was something that proved that. He'd gone in entirely the wrong direction and gotten himself lost within the forest of Balor. He'd heard stories of horror of the creatures within, giant spiders. The body as large as a man's head. Olyver also heard of how bandits raided any one travelling alone. This didn't discourage him, instead it only made him feel compelled to find his way and make it through the growth of the forest.
It didn't take long at all to find a caravan of men, a woman near by, obviously being victimised. He remained still, not wanting to cause attention to fall upon himself just yet. Olyver remained silent as he saw how the fair maiden was bound at the hands, and he knew from experience that ropes tied like that would leave impressions if not burn marks. His blood was boiling just from seeing how other men could act so vial. The former knight lifted his hand and reached back to where his quiver rested, and clipped in the arrow. Taking aim, Olyver pulled the string back with practised ease and waited.
As a man was tying cloth around the woman's eyes he let the string go, and the arrow shot forth through the air with deadly speed. The bandit stopped immediately and Olyver knew he'd managed to catch his target, hopefully in the right area to end the disgusting vermin's assault, and yet not enough to kill. He'd never wanted to kill a man, and it was because of what was happening with Cenred's men, his own brethren that he'd left the kingdom he'd been serving under for ten years.
And the bandit had indeed stopped in his tracks, hand gripping an arrow that had lodged itself painfully into his shoulder and screamed out something to the other three men. That was his call to come out of hiding, crossbow being hidden before drawing his sword from it's hilt at his hip, Olyver took quick strides to the man he'd injured already and pointed his sword at his neck. “You will release the fair maiden, and you will return what you have taken from her.” He said loudly with a clear tone. His olive green eyes narrowed dangerously as the injured man shuffled about. His back to the woman, he'd not allow his back to be towards the men however, it was against the knight's code to turn their backs to an enemy.
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Post by Olyver Vane on Feb 17, 2011 17:04:05 GMT -5
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Olyver Vane .:Nick Name:. Oly. .:Age:. 30 .:Race:. Escetian .:Status:. Nobleman. former knight of Escetia. Knight of Camelot.
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Olyver is in his prime years, Mister 'tall, dark, and handsome' if he ever said so himself. He has chestnut brown hair that is kept short and uncombed. His facial structure is rather average, and he has the starts of stubble formed along his face. His eyes are a warm olive-green.
His typical dress style is a blue tunic, piped with black lining and twine at the sleeves, holding the cloth together. At his waist is a simple leather belt. His breeches are a dark blue, almost black colour and he wears a pair of black boots. He's also seen spotting tan leather gloves.
When he's not dressed in such a fashion, he has primitive armour on. Above a brown tunic, he's typically seen wearing a leather tunic to protect his torso and lower extremities. His sleeves are long, to his wrist, and his trowsers are the same brown material as his tunic. Across the armor at his stomach lies a belt with an area where he keeps a sword. Fastened around his neck is a knit cloak.
When he's not in training or having leisure time, he's dressed in chainmail, and armor from head-to-toe, the basic knight's ensemble. .:Height:. 182 cm/ 5 ft 11 in .:Portrayed by:. Michael Vartan
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.:Personality:. Olyver is a mentally strong being, although is far from perfect. He's loyal to the ones he holds close and nothing will change that. With his loyalty also comes an odd sense of stubbornness. He knows right from wrong, and will stand up for his belief. With this, he's got half-a-mind to defy the person in command, if he knows that what he'd been ordered to do is wrong. He is respectful, and wants only to protect the innocent and those weaker then himself who need protection. He will almost never back down from a challenge present to him. .:Strengths:. + Courageous, a reasonable strength to his personality, his courage is what propels him forward in battle, it's his courage that drives him to fight for the people who can't protect themselves + Chivalrous; A trait of character, a code that Knights normally live by. He treats most people with respect, and yet has his moments where he will loose his head, so to speak. + Adventurous; By being adventurous Olyver is capable of moving to a new land, to see new sights, and learn new things. He's normally fairly open-minded. + Serious in the face of danger, and not one to kill for pleasure, Olyver will do what he must to protect the ones he loves. .:Weaknesses:. - Irrational. This sometimes is all too much of a word to describe him. In times when he is being irrational, he usually will do whatever it takes to get his words across, even if it costs him greatly. One of the possible irrational behaviours is talking out against his king's orders. - Attachment; when Olyver grows attached to someone, he's prone to do things that could in the long run cause problems for himself. If his family or friends were in danger, he'd risk his life just to save theirs. - Hesitation; Perhaps not only a weakness but also a strength is the fact that he will not kill, at least not if he has the choice. He'd be driven mad with guilt if he had to kill in cold blood. .:Opinion on Magic:. Olyver was taught from a young age, that magic was evil, the old religion was full of devils, and false gods. To him it doesn't matter if someone uses magic or not so long as it doesn't cause unfair advantages, or harm to another person. .:Special Skills:. A special skill of his, is that he's fairly skilled in archery. He's far from the best, but it's probably farther along in skill level then his swordsmanship is. .:Accents:.
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.:Birthplace:. Escetia. (Cenred's kingdom) .:Family:. Ban Vane, his father. Olyver like his father before him, was a knight. Ban was always strict, and taught Olyver the Knight's Code of Chivalry from the time he was old enough to understand what was being said. From a noble family.
Alys, wife of Ban, and Olyver's mother. Alys was a mother of three, and only had one son. She had married up in class.
Cybele was two years older then Olyver, and was the first born child of Ban and Alys. Cybele suffered from an ailment while Olyver was small and died not too long after. What Olyver remembers of her, is that she was kind, always smiling and wore the finest of gowns and jewels.
Elynn was the product of an affair that happened when Olyver was four summers old. Ban and Alys had separated and during that time Elynn was conceived. Elynn looks more like her father then she does her mother. Elynn and Olyver were close until he began training to be a knight.
.:Occupation:. Olyver is a knight. .:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot .:History:. Son of Ban Vane and his wife Alys, Olyver came into the world with noble blood and had an older sister When he was still too small to remember his older sister, Cybele came down will a mysterious ailment and passed away after two feverish days. His early life is a blur, at some point his parents had separated, and during this time brought in a younger sister, a petite blond creature with emerald green eyes. He knew that he and his sister had been close as young children, just a four year difference between them in age.
Elynn and he grew apart when he reached the age of seventeen and Olyver began training to be a knight under the ruler of Escetia, king Cenred. During this time, Olyver and his sister would argue, saying that there were other occupations with less hazards that he could do. Eventually the two siblings found each other to be drifting apart in closeness and refused to acknowledge each other in the same room.
By twenty years of age, Olyver had become one of Cenred's knights although he'd found himself in a cell in the dungeon every now and then as there were certain situations that he'd react negatively towards. He believed that the people came first and foremost. This pattern continued for just about ten years.
When Morgause came, everything changed. It was clear that Cenred would do anything to make that woman happy. There were no problems with magic in the kingdom, and yet she put him on edge. Hearing stories and overhearing plots between him and some of his allies sent shivers down his spine. When the time came he called an audience with King Cenred and said that he was leaving Escetia and was starting a new life, travelling Albion till his heart's content. He had left shortly before the incident with the cup of life, and that had probably saved him from the doom that had found his fellow knights.
He'd eventually found his way into Camelot, and promised himself that he'd do the right thing, and train against to be a knight. He would do whatever he could to help the Kingdom, although there was scepticism over his even being in the lands as he had hailed from Escetia and had been a knight under Cenred's rule, the possibility of his being a spy what really unnerved him.
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