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Post by Alvarr on Feb 1, 2012 3:34:21 GMT -5
Alvarr knew what she was talking about. Yet she had potential. Which convinced him that she was better suited and more useful to him than any man who wished to have their way with her. Or any drunken fool that needed her as the brawn on their team. She gripped her blade, as if she was preparing for combat. Alvarr could have waited an even longer time to see if he had swayed her mind. But she then offered to cut him free. And that was all the conviction he needed to make his power known. To show that he was not a helpless fool. That he had his name for a reason. He could see the man growing drunker. And her offer for his freedom, without any conditions, proved that he had won her over.
Or at least began to. He could work the rest. There is no need, he informed her. He turned his head to the side a bit and uttered the foreign words that he had put off saying. For good reason too. Unspanne þás mægþ With these words his eyes flashed golden and the rope loosened around him and fell to the ground. He brought his arms forward though still stayed seated on the ground. Proof, that he did not need to be assisted. Proof, that he was kept here out of free will. His eyes remained on the men only for a moment before they returned to Enmyria's face. His eyes showed nothing apart from that same subtle softness he had looked at her with before.
His attempt to lure her to him was not yet over. Come with me and make a name for yourself. Or stay here, and be held back by fools. He heard one of the men shout in the distance that the prisoner was free. Alvarr quickly rose to his feet, speaking simultaneously. Now is the time to decide, he added, fully prepared to defend himself. He still held back though. To test her. To see if she would fight in his defense. Fight to protect him. For he wanted to see how far she would go. Would she strike down these now armed men who came toward him? Or was her true loyalty still in question? Alvarr was about to find out. |
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Post by Alvarr on Feb 1, 2012 3:09:51 GMT -5
She seemed to be intrigued by him. Almost as much as he was intrigued by her. For she was not lashing out. Nor shutting him down. She was engaging in conversation, which was a sure sign that he had peaked her interest. Now he just needed to keep those flames ignited. Until the fire was so great, that he had himself another addition to his building army. A most valuable addition at that. For she would be the first female in his faction of renegades. He remained pensively silent when she questioned what he did to make a name for himself. He knew what he did. What he had to do. He only remained contemplative to make it seem like he was truly thinking about her question. What did he do to earn his name.
I did not rely on others to make my name for me. Which was what she was doing. Waiting for others to help build her reputation. One had to be proactive. It was how Alvarr had began this. He was not the only one who was bitter against the tyrannical king. He was just the one who was passionate enough to rise against it. And in doing so, had attracted others to join his cause. You should do the same. Not rely on these drunken fools. Really, his point was to have her rely on him to build her name. But once again, he could not say that just yet. For if he suggested such a thing, the true purpose of this entire conversation would be revealed. And it would be clear that he was just stringing her along. He heard the men growing boisterous and his gaze went to them as if he was interested in their actions, before returning to her. Let my parting words to you be ones that remind you that no drunken fool ever left a mark in this world. So she should not depend on them to make a name for herself. |
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Post by Alvarr on Feb 1, 2012 2:17:37 GMT -5
She gave him her name, and that was what he had wanted. For her to offer this information without him asking. It showed a certain comfort level that had developed. A faint level of trust. Where she offered her name. Perfect. This was going rather well. Her words and body language further displayed her rising comfort level. As she shifted a bit closer to him, and continued to speak of what she longed for. Or what she was confident of. To have her name built to be greater than what it was. If she fought for herself, and she wished to make a name, then he could offer these things. Only, grant her position more favorable than the one she was currently in. He turned to look at her, a faint smile on his lips. A glimmer of intrigue in his eyes. A beautiful name, he complimented. If she was so used to be in the company of drunk imbeciles, than such eloquent words would surely flatter. If not, then it was a situation that he could easily redeem himself of.
One that will remain undiscovered if you remain in this company. Because these were not the kind of men you built a reputation around. He was the kind of man she should be associating herself with. Such association is beneath you Enmyria, he said, a fervent passion in his tone, as if he really wanted her to be greater than who she was. One who humored drunk men who had no grand plan in life. She was not a woman that would be won over with pretty words over her physical appearance. Alvarr did not doubt she had received such praise for her beauty before. She craved adventure; thrill. The joy of combat. To demonstrate her skills. I have seen you with a blade and never have my eyes laid rest to a more impressive sight. Not entirely true. But he hoped he already had her exactly where he needed her. You can be more than this. And such talent, such skill, is only going to waste when around these men. Around men with no future. |
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Post by Alvarr on Feb 1, 2012 1:39:37 GMT -5
It was time to turn this conversation around. She was asking him legitimate questions. Yet ones that he could not yet answer. No manipulator let their victim know they were being manipulated. That was a rookie mistake. To reveal all before the task was complete. It was her attitude that only re-enforced his right decision about this. To fight until the end. That was something they both held in common. Even if his motives and incentive differed from hers. He could equalize them. Make their purpose the same. And what do you fight for? He questioned, turning the conversation to focus on her, rather than his presumably sealed fate. What endless battle do you fight and seek to win? He further inquired. If he could learn a little about what drove her, then he could lure her over more easily.
While he was a patient man, the sooner he found out the better. Though it must be handled with the utmost delicacy. Before he began his preaching of those innocents who died every day, he needed to find out her cause. Because she did not seem like the kind of woman who would fight for him, out of the desire for justice. For fairness. For the freedom of sorcerers. No. There was something else he would need to convince her. Not morality. But...whatever it was that led her to this path of combat and kidnapping for reward. And whatever landed her to be in the company of such useless men with no hope for a great future. Or, as she described the: half sober idiots. |
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Post by Alvarr on Feb 1, 2012 1:11:18 GMT -5
There it was. Confirmation. That she held no binding loyalty. Easier to turn a person against their comrades if there was nothing sealing them together. They were of no familial relation. Whatever connections she had to these men, were breakable. And he would indeed destroy it. He gave the slightest of smiles; an expression of a hint of defeat. As if he knew when he was beaten. Though in reality, he was far from it. She merely asked him questions that the answers would serve no purpose to. It is not violence I seek, he told her. His reputation as a warrior was true, but he did not pride himself in skills with a sword. He prided himself with his skills as magic.
Violence was the answer to bring down Uther. But right now, there was no need to preach. Unless he was certain she was ready to listen. Though she had seated herself only a few feet away, now was not the time. She was not yet ready. It was not the sight of a few men that forced my hand in surrender. He paused, his gaze dropping to the ground, as if there was a deeper meaning in his words. Which there was. Even though the subtly was intentional. It was not the sight of men that had forced him to drop his sword. It was the sight of her. This was not blatant lie. It had been his intrigue with her that captivated him. Only she did not yet know that. And until he could reveal true purpose, he would continue to discreetly praise her skill.
The discretion only preventing him from looking as if he was trying too hard. After all, they had the whole night. He need only keep her interest peaked. And that would not be so easy if he offered all his flattery at once. It needed to build up slowly. Slowly, and carefully. His eyes raised to meet hers once more. The greatest challenge for a person is to accept their fate. Should this be mine, then why deny myself a few more prolonged moments of life. There was no need to fight to his death. But to prolong his survival. Even though, it was really only for her. To know her. To have her join him. Everything about this small last minute plan, revolved around her. |
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Post by Alvarr on Feb 1, 2012 0:39:21 GMT -5
So she had heard of him. Yet she was disappointed by his easy submission. Which was precisely what Alvarr wanted her to be in this moment. What made a man feared, was what others did not know about him. To calculate what one could not see. Fear what they did not know. Had he shown all his abilities, he would have no advantage. He would have just gained his freedom. This gave him the chance to gain more than his freedom. He could gain another follower. One that would bring something that his band of renegades was massively lacking: a skilled swordsman. Or in this instance, swordswoman. Her next words further proved that she held no loyalty to these men. For the thought of his escort hanging with him elicited no sympathy from her. None that he could detect.
She was also wise enough to not accompany them. It brought forth the question of why though. Money does not interest you, he concluded rather than questioned. Why keep me alive if it will only cost one of your men their heads? He wanted to learn more of her relations to these men. But also, try and grant her emancipation. It was evident that she believed herself superior. He wanted to feed into this. Which was why he referred to them as 'her men'. Not establishing her as a follower, but as their leader. For was it not her strength that she reminded them of. Her skills. He had seen her fight and where others lacked combat, she compensated for it. Which was why Alvarr was going to bring her to his side. By tomorrow, she would be untying the ropes that bound him. |
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Post by Alvarr on Feb 1, 2012 0:16:38 GMT -5
Should Alvarr's most recent ploy be executed to perfection... then the time of fighting would be over. Or just beginning. Though it would be closer toward their goal. Finding Mordred was just the first step. Though this one step was equivalent to years of work. The druid boy possessed a power far greater than any other. He could wield the crystal that Alvarr had never laid eyes upon. But only ever heard of through told stories when he was a young lad. Now, everything they could want was within their grasp. Tellings of the past, present and, most importantly, future. This was the moment that all sorcerers were waiting for. A chance for liberation. Should be he successful, he would never have to walk in fear again. Freedom was within their grasp.
Alvarr was no expert hunter, though he had been hunted. He knew how to remain inconspicuous and cautious. But the scarcity of nearby animals was beginning to be felt by the rumbling of his camp's stomachs. To be a fugitive, it was difficult to go to the prime locations for hunting. Though that did not discourage the men for survival was no option. It was a necessity. Even at this late hour of the night, they would need food to help prepare them for the battle that would soon ensue. Waiting for the opportune moment. Alvarr had been tracking the carts coming from Camelot for quite some time. And the next time knights returned to that path, they would be ready.
But Alvarr's mind digressed. He was getting ahead of himself. When he of all people knew the virtue of patience. One of his men dashed ahead and Alvarr's steps were slow but he eventually caught up to him. To see him pointing his sword at another man. That is a lot of meat for one man,. Fool. Alvarr was not one who mercilessly killed without purpose. If he was, then he would be no better than a knight of Camelot. Lower your weapon, Alvarr instructed him. There was no need to kill for the sake of a deer. His minion did as instructed. Our intrusion is without threat, he assured the man. For the stranger was one, and Alvarr was with four other armed men. |
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Post by Alvarr on Jan 31, 2012 23:56:47 GMT -5
Sometimes the less you say, the better. This was one of those times. Although Alvarr's greatest weapon was his words, they were presently unneeded. Listening to the bickering among the crowd that had captured him, he knew enough. That they held no loyalties to each other. That the woman was boastful of her skills. And this was something that Alvarr would feed into. Praise her for. It was rare to see a female combatant with such abilities in handling a sword. And he wished to fully grasp and properly take advantage of this rarity. Plus, her disinterest in his identity and the reward he had attached to his head, was another reason he believed he could sway her to his cause. It was why he did not struggle now as he was being led to their camp.
Both of his arm's were being firmly grasped by two men who walked alongside him. He was pushed to the ground, his arms bound behind him against the rough texture of the tree. He said nothing. He would not ask to be released. Especially when he could loosen the ropes with the vocalization of but a few foreign words. It was not about showing off his power. There was more strength by playing mind games than by putting all your cards on the table at once. Right now the objective was not to escape. But to discover more about this woman. He watched the group of men for a moment as they stared at him. Almost looking unsure as to what to do with him now.
They would venture back to Camelot and believe that they had him imprisoned. If he could not convince this woman to join him, then he would make his escape. As swiftly as possible. If you plan to turn me in, best know the name of the man. For the woman's benefit as she seemed to be the only one who did not know him. He was hardly surprised, though he wished to change this by granting her this beneficial knowledge. His eyes went to hers, locking onto her fair facial features. Hardened with strength. My name is Alvarr, he introduced, not taking his eyes off of her for a moment. Though behind his gaze was not crude lust. It held more of a softened interest. Controlling what was conveyed in his expressions was a skill he'd well mastered. Moments like this proved its advantage. |
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Post by Alvarr on Jan 31, 2012 23:08:24 GMT -5
Scouring the woods had become a part of Alvarr's life. His vow of vengeance forced him on this path. And he was content with that. To be hunted like a dog, only to rise to fame as his name spread on the tongues of men and whispers in the crowd. Alvarr: the renegade sorcerer. Alvarr: the freedom fighter. Alvarr: the vigilante. He would be the savior that freed the everyone from persecution and tyranny. While he had a long ways to go, he felt more driven than ever. He was already building a small army. Granted, it consisted of ill trained men but that was not what they needed. He needed men as passionate in his cause. Whether it was illusionary passion, caused by his eloquent words, it was still passion. One that would drive them closer to their cause; to Alvarr's cause.
His thoughts were pulled from his mind when a body rolled down the hill. One of his men immediately rushed toward it. Of course he would. It was a woman before them; chivalry had nothing do with it Alvarr suspected. He would really need to teach his men not to be so naive. For succumbing to such distractions would.....do exactly this. Before the chance to react was before him, an ambush of men surrounded Alvarr and his own. The sorcerer pulled his sword from between its belt though his intrigue lay more with the woman. The damsel in distress who had already managed to take down a couple of his men. It was people like that who Alvarr needed on his team. Be with woman or man, her skill was undeniable.
Distraction was not a hindrance in this opportunity that lay before him. For his mind often worked well in the midst of battle or discourse. He may be plotting but he defended himself for his death would only be a waste. He blocked the swings of these other ill trained men, but they had the advantage of numbers. And the advantage of her. Whomever she was. She had captured Alvarr's interest and this was not something so easily done. He may be able to administer a few strikes of his own, but he was by no means a gifted warrior. His gift was that of magic, yet he restrained himself. There could be a higher purpose to this than to render each person here lifeless. No. This fight would not be won with magic; but perhaps wit. With a few of his men having fled, and the rest dead, Alvarr stood there, sword in hand but surrounded by others. Fear was not on his face, but surrender was as he dropped his sword to the ground. |
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Post by Alvarr on Jan 31, 2012 18:46:30 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Alvarr
.:Nick Name:. None.
.:Age:. 33
.:Race:. Camelotian
.:Status:. Nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Alvarr stands tall and has a muscular build from the years he spent teaching himself how to fight. He has brown hair and a bit of a scruffy look as maintaining his appearance is not of the greatest importance. He wears a long robe and layers underneath to keep himself well protected.
.:Height:. 6"2'
.:Portrayed by:. Joseph Mawle
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Alvarr can be described as a fanatic. He strongly believes in the cause he is fighting for: which is freedom for those persecuted for possessing magic. He is bitter and vengeful against King Uther who had his parents murdered and who has hunted him and others like him for majority of their lives. He will do whatever it takes to bring down the king and allow those with magic to walk freely once more.
Alvarr has a strong charisma and charm about him. It has lured a many people to join his cause as they are often blinded under his charismatic words and charming personality. He has gained a fearsome reputation as both a sorcerer and a leader to his renegade faction. He displays bravery, unafraid to stand up to Uther even face to face. He also is a natural leader and has a soft spot for those such as Mordred, and of course the woman he loves, Enmyria.
.:Strengths:. (strong leader) (charismatic and charming) (highly manipulative)
.:Weaknesses:. (consumed by vengeance) (does not have the means to overthrow the king) (obsessed with his goal that is a constant failure)
.:Magic Abilities:. Alvarr is from a family of sorcerers and can therefore perform spells as he is a powerful sorcerer. He can do incantations such as unlocking doors, moving objects, etc.
.:Special Skills:. He is a skilled warrior, but not the best. He is a self taught combatant and is able to wield a blade with a strong display of skill. He uses more cunning and wit to gain the upper hand, rather than rely on brute strength to defeat their enemies.
.:Accents:. English
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Camelot
.:Family:. All deceased
.:Occupation:. Renegade Sorcerer
.:Current Location of Residence:. Moves around
.:History:. Alvarr was born in Camelot into a simple and quaint family with a history of magic. He was the only son, and child, to both his parents and for that reason had a strong relationship with them. From a young age, he was taught the ways of magic, being tutored in various spells and incantations for at the time, magic was no crime. His parents were both sorcerers, and their parents before them. Alvarr was extremely intrigued by magic and his interest and passion for it made him able to learn quickly and be a rather enthusiastic pupil. His life was a simplistic one until everything turned around.
The Great Purge commenced and those with magic were brutally hunted and executed. His parents were no exception to this. When soldiers came after them, they made sure that Alvarr could escape and thus sacrificed themselves so that he could get away. Their deaths were not in vain, for Alvarr managed to escape but stayed in the city just long enough to witness his parents killed at the hand of the king. In that moment, he swore to avenge them and bring justice to the kingdom of Camelot. He escaped into the woods and lived as a nomad for the rest of his years, but not without purpose.
Throughout the years, he began to rally those who would support his cause. He had a very natural charisma about him, and his reputation began to grow, both as a powerful sorcerer and a strong warrior. Those who shared his beliefs flocked toward him, and his words lured and convinced them to band together. So that one day, they could free all those who were being hunted by Uther and his men. He does not believe magic is a crime, and wishes to rid the land of this preposterous notion. He has been hunted all his life, and still manages to elude the authorities.
At one particular time, he found Mordred wandering through the woods and knew that he would be the most powerful addition to their cause. He began protective over the boy and had him join his band of renegades. Having Mordred on his side, Alvarr realized that their best hope was to acquire the crystal of Neatid for Mordred was powerful enough to wield it. With the help of the druid boy, and a little manipulating of the king's ward, Alvarr acquired the crystal, only to have it snatched from his grasp. With the help of Morgana, he managed to escape the dungeons, and ultimately death, and return to the woods where he would seek out the survivors of his band of renegades. He has not given up, and is now trying to rebuild his small army of men so that he can attempt to over throw the king once more.
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