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Post by Varro on Jul 16, 2011 3:40:31 GMT -5
 ------Denial. Still playing that card was she. Was she ever going to just admit it for they both knew what the truth was. Still. It only continued to make him give her some credit for her non willingness to step down and accept the fate he sealed for her. Or perhaps she would not give in son easily to that either. It was after all, still undetermined. "You were intending to leave?" He asked in exaggerated surprise. "And yet you were starting a fire." He wanted her to know exactly what he had seen her do. So that the details of it were not made up. That he knew what he saw, and he would make her aware of it too.
------Varro began to walk towards her horse, who was tied up to the tree, to make sure she would not make a run for it. Unless she went on foot. Which only meant a free horse for him. "See now you keep saying you have done nothing wrong," he began, a sinister playfulness in his tone. "But you and I both know that is not true." Magic was the greatest crime one could commit in this kingdom. "So you best confess your crime and ask me what it will take to earn my silence."
------Varro knew that magic was no crime. He hated that it was a crime in this land. It was after all the objective of his whole task of gathering others to join his cause. He would one day free this realm of its tyranny, for soon enough, those royals who opposed magic would realize that they were vastly outnumbered and overpowered. After all, magic had been around far long before men decided to make it a crime. Varro stood near her horse, stroking its neck as he then turned his gaze to her, awaiting her response to his words.
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Post by Varro on Jul 13, 2011 12:12:34 GMT -5
------Varro had to admit, this woman was very brave. He did not see compliance as a weakness. He was used to being answered to. No. It was the way she kept her gaze on him. The way she did not beg for her life or anything of the sort. These were all signs that demonstrated she was not quite as submissive as he had initially thought. It was clear she had strength in character, if not physically. Still. he was obviously not going to praise her for this. That was not the intention of this encounter. And it would only lessen the severity of his, 'threats'.
------Archer. He could only guess which kingdom she was from, but he would remember that name. It was often difficult for him to forget something, no matter how hard he tried. "There, now was that so hard," he questioned rhetorically. With one final hard squeeze he released her hand, throwing it down so that it was back by her side.
------He made sure to stay close to her though, for he was not oblivious to where her gaze kept falling: towards her horse. At least it was tied up. It would give him some time to stop her if she decided to make a run for it. "Now, the question becomes, what are we going to do about this situation." He knew what he was going to do about it. But the main thing was, that she did not.
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Post by Varro on Jul 13, 2011 7:10:28 GMT -5
------When she tried to struggle free form hold, he only tightened his grasp on her wrist. He did not care if it hurt her. His actions weren't meant to be gentle, nor timid. At least she was smart enough to give her name, though he still wondered to which kingdom her nobility originated from. "Caitrin of what," he further demanded. He wanted to know her family name, which kingdom she belonged to. For nobles, a first name wasn't enough, he wanted to hear the entire title.
While he was a patient man, he wanted her to answer his question as straightly as he had asked it. To the point. Without any more of this, dancing around the subject. Varro was fairly used to giving out a command, and it being complied. It was after all, the objective for any leader: to speak and be followed. Although, he supposed he had to expect defiance from those who were not loyal to him. There was no trust between strangers and loyalty was earned. Still. He wanted a straight answer, and decided to make this even clearler to her.
As if it were even possible, he further leaned forward, closer to her. His body almost pressed against his to constrict her movement. His gloved hand, tightening further around her thin and fair wrist, hoping to cause her more discomfort so that she knew to take him seriously. "Don't make me ask again," he said in a deadly serious tone, enunciating every letter to his words.
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Post by Varro on Jul 13, 2011 6:37:43 GMT -5
------Impressive. Varro had to give the woman some credit for not moving. Such as he did not flinch upon sighting her blade, she did not flinch when he progressed closer. Nor when he circled her. She was not feeling intimidated enough to step away from him, or make a run for it. Even though she was still denying the truth. She was either extremely brave or extremely foolish. Or, a bit of both. She was certainly not like most typical noblewoman. Averting their gaze at the sight of a strange man. Expressing fear. Begging for an assurance of safety or that ever so famous line of 'please, don't hurt me'.
------No. She was definitely set apart from the average. And that only intrigued him further which, perhaps wasn't the best thing for her. But only added to his own interest. He ignored her protest, finding it a waste of time to argue about something when they both knew who was right. She could try, but to no avail. He stopped walking when he heard her refuse to give her name. She was right, it would be foolish of her but her lack of an answer was rather unsatisfactory. Having paused, he was now standing behind her. Right behind her. And it seemed to be in good timing too, for she seemed to have been about to turn away from him.
------He suddenly grabbed her wrist, to keep her in place and to have a hold on her. He then leaned his head down a bit, so that his words would be spoken directly in her ear, holding a strongly sinister tone. He did not need to speak loudly due to his lips being in close proximity to her ear, so he just looked forward as he spoke. "I could drag you to the castle and ask the king himself." A threat. Of course, this was only assuming she was a noble woman of Camelot. It was a huge assumption, which was why he added on the next words, just in case he was mistaken in that the king would not know who she is. "Not that he would care for your name once he knows the truth about you." The truth about the magic she used.
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Post by Varro on Jul 13, 2011 4:39:17 GMT -5
------Denial. So that would be the route she took. Interesting. Very interesting indeed. When she held out the dagger his smile did not diminish. He did not even flinch in the slightest. He put his arms out, holding his hands up a bit. As if to show that he was not about to pull out a weapon. One could also take it as a sign of surrender. But Varro was far from surrendering. He just continued to step closer to her in this position. "Come now. There is no need to lie to me," he said, not about to believe that he had just been seeing things. Images could be deceiving, but he knew what he saw. And her defensive reaction, and the tone of voice she took when denying it, told him that she had indeed used magic.
------Despite her effort to step back, he only stepped forward. Until he was directly in front of her, peering down at her, clearly having no concept of personal space. "You ask the wrong questions. Who I am is of no consequence." Even though it may technically be otherwise. Especially when someone now knew of something she had assumingly been keeping a secret. "The question is, who are you." His smile grew a bit and he just shook his head, as if to say 'tsk tsk'. He began to walk around her, circling her like a predator circled its prey before attacking.
------He was also ensuring that he could keep her close. Close enough to grab if she decided to run off. This may be the only source of interest he would find all night. Why let it get away so quickly? "For you, My Lady, are in quite a lot of trouble," he said, continuing to tease, implying that he could be inclined to tell someone of this. When in actuality, Varro's interests lay elsewhere. But one could never trust a stranger. Especially with one of their grandest secrets.
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Post by Varro on Jul 12, 2011 22:58:27 GMT -5
------Varro did not have to watch for very long. Soon enough the word was spoken, and the cackle of fire suddenly sprung up. Magic. Wasn't this interesting then. A typical civilian may very well gape in horror or run away so that they were not witness to such a crime. But Varro? He found this utterly fascinating. More so that she was a noblewoman practicing magic. Everything about her said noble. The way she looked, her clothing, even how she carried herself, sat, the smoothness of her voice. Yes. Definitely a lady. But of where? Camelot? Another kingdom?
------Pulling the hood off his head, he tucked it in his pocket, before stepping into the clearing. Now, she could see him and he could get a better look at her. A smile crept its way onto his lips as he continued to step forward, towards her. "In case you have not heard, the king outlawed magic here years ago," he began to say. His tone was mocking, teasing almost. Playing with the idea that she could be killed for this. Death was a gruesome subject, but to Varro no topic was too morbid to be spoken about. Or even joked about.
------Besides he knew she knew that magic was banned. Everyone knew that, especially those who would be executed for it. There was a reason she was out here, alone, in the middle of the woods, in the dead of night. A rather reckless risk to take. But one that could prove to perhaps, work in his favor. "You would be killed for what you just did." For what he just saw. His voice held an amusement to it. What would she do with his own revelation that he had seen her. Deny what his eyes told him was true? Run in the hopes of avoiding him? Justify her actions? Varro continued to step forward, an almost menacing gleam in his eyes. Another practitioner of magic. And yet, the first question that entered his mind was what else can she do.
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Post by Varro on Jul 12, 2011 13:14:42 GMT -5
------Chaos. Everything was in utter chaos. With the disappearance of the King's ward, the kingdom of Camelot was being turned upside in attempt to find her. It made those who practiced magic far more victimized, if that was even possible under such a tyrannical rule. Varro took this the other way around though, using the situation to his advantage. In that, it would slowly bring forth those of magic, those who have been angered by Uther, those who would be willing to fight for their right to practice magic without being punished for it. Yes. Varro could use this for his own cause, on behalf of all those who still believed in the old ways; a way of life that had existed long before the Pendragon blood line.
------But one thing at a time. He could not get ahead of himself for it would only lead to careless mistakes. Right now, he was roaming through the woods of Camelot. After having just left the city, after a rather brief stay, he was now in the forests. While he was not looking specifically for other people, it never hurt to see what he could find. Finding himself in no rush, he remained on foot, his horse left in the care of others like him; others fighting for the same rights he was. In a location that would remain unnamed to those who were not privileged with this information. So far, Varro had found no one worthy. While not discouraged nor impatient, he was still hoping that this particular journey would not prove to be fruitless.
------Irony had its way of catching up to him. For just as these thoughts entered his mind, no sooner did he see a young woman in the distance. He did not make his presence known immediately. No no. He had to assess the situation first, so he sought the concealment of a tree trunk, hiding behind it. He remained completely still. Peeking out only enough to just see what was about to happen. She was out here alone for a reason, and Varro intended to discover what that very reason was. Perhaps it would be of no consequence, but his curiosity at the moment was great enough to make him pause, and gaze upon the scene that was about to unfold itself.
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Post by Varro on Jul 11, 2011 11:12:29 GMT -5
------Varro raced through the trees on foot, his detachable hood firmly in place despite the rapid speed he was traveling at. Through many years of training, such speed came easily to him. He swiftly weaved through the trees, avoiding roots, branches, stones, and anything else that could cause him to stagger. His cape flew in the light wind and though he had not specific destination, he was never without purpose. Balor was merely a location that he must pass through in order to enter the more populated areas. Although, this forest had a reputation for housing those related to magic, whether they be people or creatures. It was not a bad place to explore and this was why Varro was still present in the woods, rather than having avoided it all together.
------Noises naturally filled the air, howls, screeches from unrecognizable creatures, quick movements in the bushes. But it was another sound that immediately caused Varro to stop running, and just stand completely stationary. Motionless. As if trying to determine the source of such noise. The rustling of leaves, light footprints: it was a person. And from the sounds of it, not a large group. Perhaps only a couple. Varro's curiosity got the better of him, and decided to follow this sound. It did not take many more steps in order for a figure to come into the his sight. And as soon as his curious eyes upon it, he was rather glad he had chosen not to ignore it.
------Morgana. Varro had never met her but he recognized her. He had watched the Pendragons from afar, though the truth of her birth had come to a surprise, even to him. But her recent work had spread through the ears of those who practiced magic. Some were disappointed by her losing the throne, others thought indifferently. Varro; he was unsure how he felt, Well, perhaps that was a bit of a lie. He knew exactly how he felt about it. For a man of great patience, willing to take his time in achieving his goal, he found her and Morgause's actions a bit too rash. But of course, that did not mean he wished her to lose the throne. When he had heard of her forced succession, he had intended to meet with her, personally to discover her motives.
------But by the time news had come to him, however quick, his distance was too far and he had made it only in time to hear that the Pendragon chap had won the throne back. So here they were. Back to the beginning. Yet, it was not the first thing he wished to confront her on. The first thing, was in regards to the loss of a man who he had been close to. How ironic her actions then, seemed now as all knew her true motives. Varro finally stepped out of the concealment of trees, stepping into her presence, the darkness of the night remedied by the light of the moon. He did not say anything, he just stood there, staring at her, watching her every move, as his lips twisted into a strange sort of smile.
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Post by Varro on Jul 11, 2011 2:52:53 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Varro
.:Nick Name:. None
.:Age:. Has the appearance of around 33
.:Race:. Unknown
.:Status:. Nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Varro stands tall at 6”3’, giving him an almost intimidating appearance. He has a muscular build but dresses in heavy layers so it is not immediately noticed. His attire consists of dark neutral colors, so that he does not attract any attention to himself, and often wears a cape and high collared shirts to cover the markings on his neck and upper back. He keeps his head shaven and on his back as well as his fingers, are strange unrecognizable markings which hold only significance to him.
.:Height:. 6”3’
.:Portrayed by:. Joseph Fiennes
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Varro is a man who possesses a strong presence. He is not the overly chatty type, though does know how to carry on a conversation. Sort of. He enjoys playing games of the mind with other people, often returning a question he is asked, with a question of his own. He is extremely secretive, never offering any personal information about him, least of all his past. He is extremely intelligent, and will often remain reserved, finding it far more strategic and strong to keep what he knows to himself. He is not an overly violent man [not without purpose], though has the skills to defend himself if need be. He has a dark sense of humor, often making him difficult to understand by those who do not know him. He has a very natural authority to him making him a well respected leader among his faction of renegades. He is a man of little faith and practically no morals, which perhaps justifies his less than kind actions.
.:Strengths:. Well versed in the art of combat: mainly sword and dagger, is extremely intelligent, a strong strategist and patient man, able to conceal his emotions making him almost unreadable at times.
.:Weaknesses:. Suppresses his emotions which eventually lead to severe breakdowns, tries to be inconspicuous but sometimes only causes more suspicion, sometimes overestimates his ability to have the upper-hand in a given situation, could be considered a bit mentally unstable at times, can be paranoid and rather suspicious and cautious of everyone he does not know, does not like to ask other people for help no matter how much he may need it.
.:Magic Abilities:. Is a powerful sorcerer but seldom uses the extent of his powers
.:Special Skills:. Is good at reading people though not always able to predict their actions, self control when it comes to using his skills whether they be magical or non-magical, strong reflexes and senses, skilled horseback rider and hunter
.:Accents:. An English accent; his voice has a very smooth, composed tone to it as he speaks of a man with great intelligence, and enunciates ever letter in his words.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Unknown
.:Family:. Unknown
.:Occupation:. Leader of a Renegade faction
.:Current Location of Residence:. Nomad, travels around quite a bit
.:History:. Not a great deal is known about Varro’s past, only his present, while his future remains uncertain. All that can be said of Varro is that he is a strong sorcerer, though seldom uses his magic. His last greatest spell that he cast put him under a spell of agelessness. He is not immortal and is as vulnerable as any man, but so long as the markings on his back and fingers remain, and the silver band stays on his finger, he will not age. This spell had been performed decades ago so his true age is unknown. He had done this for a greater purpose, as it is necessary for him to remain his age, while his ploy continues on during the long passage of time.
He became banded with Tauren, in the renegade group who all wished to see Uther’s reign at an end and the restoration of magic in the kingdom. But after his death, Varro took over, wishing to continue to not only continue his friend’s work, but also build on it. Varro’s ambition is to see magic restored in the entire realm of not only Camelot, but all other kingdoms who would have it outlawed. With this massive goal however, Varro realizes the necessity of strong support. While he does not like violence, he knows that if magic is not restored by simply the pressure of numbers, then it must be restored by force; making the necessary sacrifices that Varro is willing to make. He is a strong leader to this group while its numbers slowly grow, and at the moment, is planning everything out rather than violently and impulsively acting. He knows that he only has one chance to do this, and he wants to get it right. Which also is making him heavily consider casting the same spell of agelessness on those part of his group.
He spends his time now, searching for recruits to join his cause. He is very selective in who he allows in this group of renegades, searching for physical strength as well as strength in character, but most importantly, he searches for that passion for others to fight for their right to practice magic. He travels alone for the most part, enjoying the solitude, and will only sometimes, very rarely, camp with druids, offering them peace as his reputation is slowly building in the world of magic. He never discloses the location as to where all those in his faction are, for one is only privy to that information if Varro has deemed them worthy to join their cause. As for the possession of the crystal that Tauren once wielded and whether or not Varro has it with him; that information is known only to Varro, and to those that he completely trusts.
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