Post by Indy Libero on Jan 22, 2015 18:51:37 GMT -5
Indy Libero
The Wandering Hailstorm
HUMAN | 19 | MALE |
CHAOTIC GOOD | MAGE | COURIER |
appearance, Indy is of a relatively slender build, but still rather muscular. Auburn, unkept hair hangs on his head, stopping at his ears. His eyes are bright blue. His body is usually enshrouded by his brown wayfarer's cape, but under it is what you'd expect from your typical traveler. One thing that is peculiar about him, however, are his gauntlets. Being made up of an incredibly rare metal, the site of them make Indy look about ten times richer than he actually is. He clearly likes to show them off. | personality, Alright, here's an thing you've probably experienced before: you walk into a bar, probably tired after a long day of work - you know, chopping wood or slaying dragons or whatever you happen to do in this abomination of a world. So you want to grab a drink but there's something in your way: there's this robed guy sitting near the counter. He's very loud, and clearly very drunk. He blobers on about how he's apparently an "elite courier" that delivers messages straight from the King, not even seeming to be aware of the fact that Terra Heroum doesn't currently have a King. He also boasts about how on these special courier missions, he's had the opportunity to travel across every stretch of land in the continent - including "that dragon place". That guy's name is Indy Libero, and he's not lying when he claims he's a courier; he just isn't nearly as elite as he thinks he is. Generally speaking, Indy isn't nearly as much of a nutcase while on the job as he is in a bar. It is needless to say that he is a man who loves to travel - so while he does goof around a lot in other instances, he takes his job, as well as the act of adventuring, very seriously. This same immense passion, however, causes him to overblow the importance of his job, and this is usually what jumpstarts him to go out of control and boast whenever mention of it is brought up. This is because, through all of the nineteen years of his life, traveling and exploring have been the two things he's ever found true admiration for. The day that Indy will have discovered every last intricacy of the lush land of Terra Heroum is the day he will finally rest. It's hard to say whether Indy could be categorized as an amazingly heroic person, but he isn't necessarily evil either. He's definitely a jolly person; he has a warm and bubbly personality, which goes in stark contrast with his icy Northern origins. He tends to poke fun at a lot of meaningless things, probably for his own personal entertainment, and it's difficult not to see him with a cheeky smile on his face, though there may be more behind that smile than one might think. In an attempt to fulfill his parents' wishes, he tries to be the type that normally only looks out for himself, so if there's any sort of moral code he believes in, it's personal freedom. Having been involved in multiple brutal circumstances before, he, isn't afraid to take lives and has done so multiple times before, but he very much would rather avoid doing it. It's not rare for the odd thief or bandit to attack him, and being a spellsword-in-training, he's more than prepared. Also, despite being enrolled in Valentine's School of Magic, he rarely ever visits their facilities. |
history,
Indy's origins lie way north in the mountains, in a small village that is currently a shadow of its former self. Large bands of Goblin had become a popular site across the valley, resulting in any attempt at trade to be futile. It was dangerous now in the North; the Goblins would hijack any and all who attempted to reach the valley. Since any kind of escort required a pricey fee, Merchants simply wouldn't bother going up there, as as using the village as a means to trade essentials simply wasn't profitable.
This resulted in famine throughout the village. By the time the young Indy was thirteen years old, all of its residents were suffering from severe malnutrition.
Indy was of course one of those residents, but he had it better than most of his elders - at the very least, he could move around. Most of the people in the village suffered from a rapidly declining condition. Nobody knew what it was. Nobody could possibly know what it was, as no doctor was there to diagnose it. It could have been a disease, or it could have just been the hunger, or the icy Northern cold that prickles at your skin, or the hunger. Oh, the hunger. Indy couldn't remember the last time he had laid eyes on fresh food.
Indy's father had left the village at a young age, so he did not have much comparable to a father figure. Thankfully, his Mother's kind words and his Grandfather's stories helped soothe both Indy's cold heart and stomach. Whenever Indy wasn't out in the snow begging for scrappings, he sat with them in a dusty shed that used to look like a home. Cobwebs hung on the corners of its ceiling, and there were many holes and no door to keep the blizzard out. Here, Indy was told stories of epic proportions revolving around his Great Grandfather, a spellsword who had defeated even dragons. Indy was escatic about these stories; delving into them almost made him forget the severe crisis he was in.
However, after a point those stories would rarely ever be told anymore. Grandfather had soon stopped shaking. Child Indy didn't really understand why; had he possibly grown immune to the cold?
With tears in her eyes, his mother handed Indy a pair of gauntlets that looked to be made of an incredible metal- they belonged to his great grandfather, and were the last remaining proof of the man's legacy. Then, she told Indy - begged him even - to leave the village. She told him she wanted him to go out and see the world, to become a spellsword like his great grandfather before him had been. Indy stiffly refused at first, but as time passed, his reluctance to the idea steadily fell. He wanted to remain here with his Mother and keep her company, but if he wanted to make her proud, and if he wanted to follow in his Great Grandfather's footsteps, he had to leave. He had to abandon her.
In the same very valley later that evening, a certain old man happened to be out stargazing - it was to observe a certain astronomical event, one that only happened about every ten years. However, the erratic blizzards made this a difficult task. With the conclusion of what was a definitely a monstorous blizzard, the old man sighed in relief; at the same time, something small had crashed into the snow behind him. It was a young boy. His belongings amounted to the clothes on his back and a peculiar-looking pair of gauntlets that were a symbol of his lineage.
The old man's name was Absalom V'Errmite. Upon realizing the boy's dire circumstances, he took the boy in as if he were his own grandson. They spend the next many months travelling the region together.
This resulted in famine throughout the village. By the time the young Indy was thirteen years old, all of its residents were suffering from severe malnutrition.
Indy was of course one of those residents, but he had it better than most of his elders - at the very least, he could move around. Most of the people in the village suffered from a rapidly declining condition. Nobody knew what it was. Nobody could possibly know what it was, as no doctor was there to diagnose it. It could have been a disease, or it could have just been the hunger, or the icy Northern cold that prickles at your skin, or the hunger. Oh, the hunger. Indy couldn't remember the last time he had laid eyes on fresh food.
Indy's father had left the village at a young age, so he did not have much comparable to a father figure. Thankfully, his Mother's kind words and his Grandfather's stories helped soothe both Indy's cold heart and stomach. Whenever Indy wasn't out in the snow begging for scrappings, he sat with them in a dusty shed that used to look like a home. Cobwebs hung on the corners of its ceiling, and there were many holes and no door to keep the blizzard out. Here, Indy was told stories of epic proportions revolving around his Great Grandfather, a spellsword who had defeated even dragons. Indy was escatic about these stories; delving into them almost made him forget the severe crisis he was in.
However, after a point those stories would rarely ever be told anymore. Grandfather had soon stopped shaking. Child Indy didn't really understand why; had he possibly grown immune to the cold?
With tears in her eyes, his mother handed Indy a pair of gauntlets that looked to be made of an incredible metal- they belonged to his great grandfather, and were the last remaining proof of the man's legacy. Then, she told Indy - begged him even - to leave the village. She told him she wanted him to go out and see the world, to become a spellsword like his great grandfather before him had been. Indy stiffly refused at first, but as time passed, his reluctance to the idea steadily fell. He wanted to remain here with his Mother and keep her company, but if he wanted to make her proud, and if he wanted to follow in his Great Grandfather's footsteps, he had to leave. He had to abandon her.
In the same very valley later that evening, a certain old man happened to be out stargazing - it was to observe a certain astronomical event, one that only happened about every ten years. However, the erratic blizzards made this a difficult task. With the conclusion of what was a definitely a monstorous blizzard, the old man sighed in relief; at the same time, something small had crashed into the snow behind him. It was a young boy. His belongings amounted to the clothes on his back and a peculiar-looking pair of gauntlets that were a symbol of his lineage.
The old man's name was Absalom V'Errmite. Upon realizing the boy's dire circumstances, he took the boy in as if he were his own grandson. They spend the next many months travelling the region together.
[b]FIRE EMBLEM[/b], Matthew [i]Indy Libero[/i]
played by Indy who found us by Ryo told me I could be a hero
