Post by jarleth on Aug 23, 2007 21:07:36 GMT -8
.__{{T H E Writer
.Name. Cleo
.Age. 13 (yeah, yeah, but I’m plenty mature and know the rules etc. so no worries)
.Activity. Should be daily for an hourish or probably more
.Experience. About 2 years of roleplaying and 5 page essays.. *grumble grumble*
.Contact Info. Email or PM will do
.__{{T H E Character
.Name. Jarullethor Ekoli Reminishi
.Nickname. Jarleth to those who know him or “Remnis” if he needs to hide his identity
.Age. Appears late twenties, early thirties, true age of 156 years
.Birthday. August 18th
Race: Elven
Allegiance: Order of Lumen
Profession/Rank: Major
.Hair.
Short, almost to the point of skinhead due to past problems with having hair long enough to be taken hold of. Of the hair that he has, it is a light brown, blondish colour.
.Eyes.
The outside rim of the iris begins with a dark blue that progressively grows lighter inwards of the pupil, usually contracted due to his enhanced sight that comes from being an Elven.
.Physical Description.
Standing at 6’1, Jarleth, like any trained elven warrior, has a natural inner strength that doesn’t always stand out in his physical appearance, not to say that his muscles don’t show, but he certainly won’t stand out in a crowd for being a big bulky bodybuilder, which suits him down to the ground as Jarleth enjoys lingering around the city streets and taking in the gossip and news without drawing attention to himself. Usually wearing a hooded cloak to hide his face, and more importantly his pointed ears, Jarleth keeps his hair cut short as it so turned out that he had been dragged by the hair through a wall once and didn’t wish to repeat the experience again. His skin is lightly tanned and he bears a long face with thin lips and a slight shadow on his face.
When it comes to his clothing, as previously said, he will always wear a dark red hooded cloak to hide most of his youthful features. A long sword is usually hanging from his waist in a shabby scabbard and Jarleth generally carries around two small daggers, often used for throwing. Jarleth has a tense feel about him, constantly on edge for any dangers, a natural wariness that comes from what he’s been through. Jarleth rarely smiles and stays quiet, bathing in his own thoughts but hiding his expressions at the same time. He dislikes showing how he feels in his physical features, finding it can give things away if one is too careless about how they express themselves. Of course, like any normal being, he lets go every now and then. As said before however, Jarleth keeps a serious look about him and tries to stay in the background, finding he prefers to observe rather than interact.
Finally, Jarleth’s eyes, beginning with a dark blue rim and brightening as it travels inwards to his usually contracted pupils, are perhaps the most noticed part in his features. Jarleth’s entire being can be seen in his eyes, with such a fire, such a spark, that any morbid ideas one could get of him suddenly disappear. The expression that one’s eyes are a window into one’s soul definitely could apply to Jarleth, because they are possibly the most reassuring and comforting things you could see.
.Picture.
.Celebrity Portrayal. Luke Goss
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes.
Ignorance – Not entirely within himself, but more towards himself. Jarleth relishes in staying in the background and observing rather than interacting.
Animals – A natural feeling that comes with being an Elven.
Silence – While constantly on the edge and always alert, Jarleth bathes in silence, enjoying hearing his own thoughts without having to listen to those of others.
Thinking – Jarleth is always on the edge, but is gifted in such a way that he can be totally alert and still drift off into a pool of thought at the same time.
Exploring – Even though most Order members avoid the large cities filled with Knights and many of Osirus’ men, Jarleth enjoys taking a look around and exploring the cities. He is skilful to avoid being noticed – most of the time.
Listening – Jarleth enjoys listening to the opinions of others as much as he loves the silence. As long as he’s not the one giving input he’s happy.
.Dislikes.
Attention – Unlike most people, Jarleth is definitely not an attention seeker and tries to stay in the background and out of the limelight as much as possible.
Pain and suffering – Nothing could anger Jarleth more than seeing poor peasants in pain and suffering and it is one of the reasons he hates Osirus with such rage.
Osirus – That old bastard can go to the unholy pits of Hell as far as Jarleth is concerned. Jarleth blames the cruel ruler for the death of his brother and all the other suffering that has been cast upon the land by his doing.
Osirus’ men – They’re as bad as the cruel King himself and deserve just as bad a fate as he does for even daring to serve him and follow the orders he issues.
Murder – Of any kind, be it of an animal for food or of a being for some other purpose, even if Jarleth feels they deserve it he does not like killing to any degree.
Mess – Indeed, Jarleth is the very tidy, very organised sort of Elven and he dislikes mess or disorganisation. Things must be planned and set out properly, after all – if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
.Goals.
Destroy Osirus’ rule of tyranny and avenge his brother – Jarleth lost his brother to Osirus’ men and many other people lost so much more to the cruel overlord that Jarleth feels the need to bring an end to it all
Survive – Jarleth knows that, in current times, survival is hard and he is determined to stay alive until he feels it is indeed time to let go.
Find true love – Jarleth has been far too preoccupied with more important matters to deal with love and courtship, but he does hope that some day he will find his soul mate and live happily with her ‘til the end of his days.
.Fears.
Failing to avenge Aksis – Were Jarleth to die before avenging his brother, he would feel such a great sense of failure and self-disappointment
Aden recognising him – Were Aden to recognise Jarleth and bring out the childish, naïve side within him, Jarleth would probably end up getting himself killed or screwing up in some such way that would shame him.
Improper death – Jarleth does not wish to die before he feels his time is up – whether he dies of time or of sword he does not care, as long as he has fulfilled all he hopes to do and is content with his departure from this life.
.Personality.
Jarleth is very much so a quiet, secluded person. Preferring to stay in the background and observe the conversation at hand rather than join it and interact, he is constantly on alert but drifting into pools of thought in that massive sea that is his mind. Slightly morbid, Jarleth dislikes expressing his emotions all that much, giving one the idea that he is stern and very serious. However, at times Jarleth can be incredibly comforting and entertaining – it just depends on the current situation, but given that the current situation is generally one related to the poverty and depression that Osirus has cast upon the land, it is rare to see Jarleth laugh, or smile or show any positive kind of reaction. However, those that know him accept his recluse personality, knowing that Jarleth’s silence is not a cause to worry, given that he is always just coming up with a big whale of a plan to take down Osirus.
Jarleth shows anger only when it is necessary, generally trying to take a calm approach to things if possible. However, when the time calls for it Jarleth can turn into a vicious predator that could make any potential prey quiver in their little boots. His Elven nature gives him a comforting feel, like an aura, but if Jarleth wants to replace that aura with something more volatile, it can bring out a worrying, paranoid sensation in those around him and they then become easily intimidated and scared. It’s more or less a part of Jarleth’s magical capabilities. Jarleth is very obedient and prone to do anything he is told to do – as long as it is reasonable of course, however it will be rare that Jarleth will question an order given to him, especially by a superior in the rankings of the Order.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family.
.Father.
Ekoli Aksis Reminishi, currently alive and well somewhere in the Northern Mountains
.Mother.
Lianna Rioka Reminishi, shares the same fate as Ekoli
.Siblings.
An older brother, by the name of Aksis, died when Jarleth was around 103, killed by one of Osirus’ Knights for thievery
.History.
They say opposites attract. Whether or not you believe it, in the case of Ekoli Reminishi and Lianna Briboras, it is true. Ekoli was a powerful Elven warrior with a stubborn attitude; a close-minded thought process and a merciless heart. Lianna was an ordinary young Elven girl with a warm heart, an open mind and the kindest and most understanding personality around for miles. It was a chance meeting, Ekoli and his troop had been patrolling between the widespread villages in the North Mountain Ranges and Lianna happened to be tending to the wounds he had gained from an unfortunate accident in which the horses had gotten spooked and Ekoli had caught himself on a low branch. At first Lianna could hardly stand his stubborn, arrogant thought stream but after a second and third meeting, she started to fall for him.
At first when Lianna told her family about her romance with Ekoli, they all laughed and assured her it would not last two months. But it did, and then it lasted double that, then triple and soon they had been with one another for three years and were madly in love. They were soon wed and one year later Lianna gave birth to Ekoli’s first son, whom they named Aksis, after Ekoli’s father. Ekoli, expressing the wish that he wanted his son to grow to be an amazing warrior, convinced Lianna to send Aksis to a special training dojo. Lianna agreed and Aksis disappeared off to train himself to be a great fighter. A few months later, Lianna gave birth to a second son, whom they named Jarullethor after Lianna’s father, despite Ekoli’s stubborn decision to name him after himself. However, Lianna quickly gave Jarullethor the nickname of Jarleth, finding her father’s name a little too long and a little too old-fashioned, yes even that happened in the Elven domain.
Jarleth spent the first 5 years of his life with only his parents – and only when he too was sent to the training dojo did he get to connect with Aksis. Jarleth also made friends with a fellow Elven by the name of Aden. Jarleth was pretty close to Aden, and at the time he was a different person to whom he is now, and was very talkative and outgoing, excited and ecstatic, that being said he was 5 or 6 years old so perhaps that was expected of him. The fifty years of hard training he spent with both his brother, Aksis, to whom he was very close and Aden, his best friend, challenged him in a way Jarleth never expected it would. However, by the end of it, he was still as positive and happy and ecstatic as ever, ready to get out into the world and continue training in a way different to that of the dojo.
It was then that he and Aden moved on to serve in the military, as his father insisted he do his part, although Aksis decided to go and explore, something that, at the time, Jarleth had no interest in whatsoever. It was hard going, and again tougher than Jarleth had anticipated. And on one particular mission Jarleth and Aden strayed from the other soldiers and, despite their best efforts, got separated aswell. Jarleth had not expected to get himself caught alone by several of the opposing Kingdom’s soldiers and had to make a Hell break for his life to avoid being sliced up like a salami. He knew he would stand no chance fighting against them; Aden was a better fighter than he was because Aden had put more effort in than he had. Jarleth ran, and kept running until he barely knew where he was.
Thankfully his survival training kept him well enough alive and Jarleth decided to take the time to train himself properly, now he was alone and with no distractions. He spent a number of years on his own, a recluse of sorts, simply training himself up and enhancing his fighting abilities. Jarleth also enhanced his speed and stealth, stealing things from a couple of villages he might chance approaching. After the unfortunate news that his brother had been killed after being caught by some of Osirus’ Knights when stealing food, Jarleth came out of his reclusive lifestyle. He had certainly changed in his years of solitude, no longer the loudmouth, attention seeking, naïve youngster he had been and much more; well, recluse and drawn back. Jarleth spent his time moving from town to city to city to town, gathering more information about this King Osirus, whom Jarleth was only discovering now.
He sounded like one pretty nasty piece of work and the more Jarleth discovered and the more pain and suffering Jarleth saw that Osirus was the cause of; the more Jarleth felt the urge to kill the dirty bastard. Somehow, in some way, he just wanted to destroy everything Osirus had, but slowly, make him watch his power crumble and fall in around him. Jarleth decided to make it his goal, to save the poor humans and creatures subjected to the beast and to avenge his brother. He wasn’t sure how though. The younger, more impulsive Jarleth probably would have simply stormed the castle on his own, taken out a couple of guards maybe and then get struck down dead. But no, after those years of solitude, Jarleth had wizened up and knew nothing would come of a one-man attack that would hardly breach the walls.
That was when Jarleth heard of the Order of Lumen. A secret society, working against Osirus and his Knights in an attempt to bring him down, Jarleth wanted to join, wanted to help, wanted to restore the peace that should never have been torn away from Alyssus. It was then that Jarleth discovered who was at the head of this organisation. It was a shocking revelation, to learn that Aden, his old friend, was the one leading this resistance. But could he really face his old friend once more? Somehow, reuniting with Aden made Jarleth feel like he was going backwards, to the days when he was young and naïve and ignorant and Jarleth feared he might revert to those old ways if Aden was around him again.
Then again, Jarleth wanted to desperately to fight against Osirus, so join the Order… So some drastic changes were made. His hair, which had once reached down to his shoulders, was cut. Cut so short that Jarleth hardly had much hair left. His face had already developed, become hollower, longer and gotten a better bone structure so he hardly looked like himself anymore. His skin was slightly darker, and, unlike the last time he and Aden had met, he had a shadow around his jaw line and mouth. As an Elven, Jarleth looked older than he should have, looked more like that of a man, and if he pulled the hood of his cloak over himself and hid his pointed ears, then anyone could easily mistake him for one.
The only thing that might allow Aden to recognise Jarleth would be his name and the chain Jarleth wore around his neck that had once belonged to Aksis but that Jarleth had taken after his brother’s death. But Jarleth hid that chain underneath his clothing and, from then on when he spoke with others, he introduced himself as ‘Remnis’, so that way it was almost impossible for Aden to recognise Jarleth, and when Jarleth first saw Aden, he hardly recognised his old friend himself. He looked so much older, so much wiser than when they had last met, since when they had last spoken even. If someone who had known the boys in their younger years saw them then, when they first spoke, they would hear, they would see, such a difference. They were like two different people now.
Jarleth still tried to avoid Aden whenever possible however, the sight of his old friend flooding memories back into his mind. Jarleth managed his way through the ranks quickly enough and gained the rank of Major, now happy with his position as he was no longer a common private and had a slight say in how things were done, but that being said he would not be drawn to power this way, something that both he and Aden both feared. Also, Jarleth’s face would not be well known with Osirus’ men, so Jarleth was still free to roam the cities, with much care of course and he would not stay in the cities long before returning to the Order. But without the ability to roam, Jarleth didn’t think he would remain content for long.
Now, still a Major for the Order of Lumen and still unrecognised by his old friend, Jarleth continues to swear, everyday, that he will sometime soon avenge his brother and strike down Osirus, even if it is the last thing he will do.
.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample.
It was cold this time of year, especially in the North Mountains. Jarleth was back again, just for the winter, all on his own. He tried not to think of long Winter’s spent with Aksis, who always seemed to make them shorter, warmer, and far more enjoyable. It was not a struggle for food, or for warmth, it was simply a good time. Jarleth’s hand instinctively moved to his chest, where Aksis’ pendant now rested against Jarleth’s heart. Jarleth fought back the tears, fought back the memories. He could remember it, now, so vividly. It had been a wonderful day for the autumn months; cool but not cold, warm but not incapacitating. Jarleth had just been passing through the city – it had been his second time there, he was just curious, just wanted to take a quick peak before returning to his hard training back in the Mountains for the Winter. Then he had spotted him. Aksis sprawled messily on the back of a coffin cart.
Jarleth had hardly believed his own eyes. He ran over to the cart, ignoring the two guards alongside it as he scrambled towards the limp body of his sibling. His eyes were lifeless, his skin was whiter than snow and his shirt was stained with blood as a large gash was torn across his chest. Jarleth had to force one of the guards against a nearby wall before they would tell him what had happened, and even then the pompous bastards had been quick and reluctant before making empty threats and insults that Jarleth hardly listened to. He had been stealing bread. Bread.
Probably for some poor starving children, Jarleth thought bitterly, returning to reality as he sat in a cave, a warm fire crackling before him and lighting his charming features that were tainted with depression and anger. His cheeks were shiny from the wet tears, his eyes were burning with rage and hate and his mind was filled only with thoughts of revenge. Jarleth was suddenly whirled back to that warm October day that now seemed so cold, so empty. Jarleth had released the guard from his grip and returned to his brother’s side, weeping and letting out a roar of rage. As the guards attempted to move the cart along, Jarleth attempted to stop them, but even in his state of shock and loss he knew better than to allow them to call for backup and deliver Jarleth to the same fate.
So he resorted to begging and pleading. He would not allow his only brother to be thrown unceremoniously into some ditch by some bastard guards that didn’t give a shit. No, Aksis deserved a better funeral than that, a better goodbye. The guards had laughed at first, relishing in Jarleth’s desperation before chucking Aksis’ body, which contorted like a rag doll through the air, into Jarleth’s arms. Jarleth had simply knelt there, in the middle of the busy street, and sobbed. Sobbed and mourned and wept over his brother. Eventually Jarleth chose to move and carried Aksis limp, lifeless body a few miles outside of the city, finding a suitable place for his burial.
If Jarleth had the option, he would much rather have buried Aksis somewhere in the North Mountains, but Jarleth just wouldn’t be able to bring Aksis’ body that far. It would start to rot and smell soon enough and Jarleth wouldn’t be able to leave the body to hunt because then some bear or wolf or other predator would come along and ravage the corpse. So Jarleth simply had to settle with the small meadow. He dug with his hands, continuing to weep and sob over the sudden loss of his brother and a number of hours later, with very dirty nails; Jarleth laid his brother Aksis to rest. It was so hard to take in, that his brother was gone. If Jarleth had left him in the military and perhaps overheard someone talking about it then perhaps it would be less of a shock… But he had just been travelling. He stole some bread and the dirty bastards killed him.
Well, alright, Jarleth knew Aksis had probably put up a fight of some kind and for that reason Jarleth wished his brother had, like he had when he had been separated from Aden, ran. But no, he had stayed and fought. Jarleth wondered if there had been children with Aksis at the time, because by this point Jarleth had stubbornly decided that his brother had stolen that bread for some poor starving children as it seemed far more worthy a reason for his brother to be gone than simply to steal bread for his own stomach. Yes, Jarleth was now sure that Aksis had been defending some poor starving children from the guards when they had been caught stealing bread, aided by Aksis of course. That was it. That was how Jarleth’s brother had left this world – helping poor helpless children. Jarleth’s hand tightened around the pendant.
It was the last thing he had that could remind him of Aksis. He had hardly recognised his brother on that cart until he had seen the pendant and taken a closer look. Jarleth nearly considered that it may not have been Aksis, but no, that would be giving him false hope, and besides, Jarleth knew well it was his brother. It couldn’t have been anyone else. Jarleth took a deep breath before releasing a long sigh. He bit his lip, quickly rubbed his nose, sniffed and got to his feet, brushing some of the dirt from his clothes. He had thought this would be a fine place to sleep tonight, but no, he now decided that he needed to find cover somewhere else. He grabbed the few things he carried with him; his long sword, a number of throwing knives, a water gourd, a money pouch and a food bag, and then, stamping out the fire, he exited the cave.
He would find somewhere more suitable to stay, somewhere that wasn’t so dark and gloomy. Where he would find such a place in the light snowstorm that brewed in the Mountains, he did not know, and if he did not find somewhere well then he would simply keep hiking. Jarleth couldn’t just sit in that gloomy cave and linger over his brother – he had to either find somewhere cheerier, or just find something cheerier to do. “Pull yourself together, Jarleth,” he told himself, bracing the cold winds. “It’s what Aksis would’ve wanted.”
.How did you find this site? Nata/Aden Vigil
.Name. Cleo
.Age. 13 (yeah, yeah, but I’m plenty mature and know the rules etc. so no worries)
.Activity. Should be daily for an hourish or probably more
.Experience. About 2 years of roleplaying and 5 page essays.. *grumble grumble*
.Contact Info. Email or PM will do
.__{{T H E Character
.Name. Jarullethor Ekoli Reminishi
.Nickname. Jarleth to those who know him or “Remnis” if he needs to hide his identity
.Age. Appears late twenties, early thirties, true age of 156 years
.Birthday. August 18th
Race: Elven
Allegiance: Order of Lumen
Profession/Rank: Major
.Hair.
Short, almost to the point of skinhead due to past problems with having hair long enough to be taken hold of. Of the hair that he has, it is a light brown, blondish colour.
.Eyes.
The outside rim of the iris begins with a dark blue that progressively grows lighter inwards of the pupil, usually contracted due to his enhanced sight that comes from being an Elven.
.Physical Description.
Standing at 6’1, Jarleth, like any trained elven warrior, has a natural inner strength that doesn’t always stand out in his physical appearance, not to say that his muscles don’t show, but he certainly won’t stand out in a crowd for being a big bulky bodybuilder, which suits him down to the ground as Jarleth enjoys lingering around the city streets and taking in the gossip and news without drawing attention to himself. Usually wearing a hooded cloak to hide his face, and more importantly his pointed ears, Jarleth keeps his hair cut short as it so turned out that he had been dragged by the hair through a wall once and didn’t wish to repeat the experience again. His skin is lightly tanned and he bears a long face with thin lips and a slight shadow on his face.
When it comes to his clothing, as previously said, he will always wear a dark red hooded cloak to hide most of his youthful features. A long sword is usually hanging from his waist in a shabby scabbard and Jarleth generally carries around two small daggers, often used for throwing. Jarleth has a tense feel about him, constantly on edge for any dangers, a natural wariness that comes from what he’s been through. Jarleth rarely smiles and stays quiet, bathing in his own thoughts but hiding his expressions at the same time. He dislikes showing how he feels in his physical features, finding it can give things away if one is too careless about how they express themselves. Of course, like any normal being, he lets go every now and then. As said before however, Jarleth keeps a serious look about him and tries to stay in the background, finding he prefers to observe rather than interact.
Finally, Jarleth’s eyes, beginning with a dark blue rim and brightening as it travels inwards to his usually contracted pupils, are perhaps the most noticed part in his features. Jarleth’s entire being can be seen in his eyes, with such a fire, such a spark, that any morbid ideas one could get of him suddenly disappear. The expression that one’s eyes are a window into one’s soul definitely could apply to Jarleth, because they are possibly the most reassuring and comforting things you could see.
.Picture.
.Celebrity Portrayal. Luke Goss
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes.
Ignorance – Not entirely within himself, but more towards himself. Jarleth relishes in staying in the background and observing rather than interacting.
Animals – A natural feeling that comes with being an Elven.
Silence – While constantly on the edge and always alert, Jarleth bathes in silence, enjoying hearing his own thoughts without having to listen to those of others.
Thinking – Jarleth is always on the edge, but is gifted in such a way that he can be totally alert and still drift off into a pool of thought at the same time.
Exploring – Even though most Order members avoid the large cities filled with Knights and many of Osirus’ men, Jarleth enjoys taking a look around and exploring the cities. He is skilful to avoid being noticed – most of the time.
Listening – Jarleth enjoys listening to the opinions of others as much as he loves the silence. As long as he’s not the one giving input he’s happy.
.Dislikes.
Attention – Unlike most people, Jarleth is definitely not an attention seeker and tries to stay in the background and out of the limelight as much as possible.
Pain and suffering – Nothing could anger Jarleth more than seeing poor peasants in pain and suffering and it is one of the reasons he hates Osirus with such rage.
Osirus – That old bastard can go to the unholy pits of Hell as far as Jarleth is concerned. Jarleth blames the cruel ruler for the death of his brother and all the other suffering that has been cast upon the land by his doing.
Osirus’ men – They’re as bad as the cruel King himself and deserve just as bad a fate as he does for even daring to serve him and follow the orders he issues.
Murder – Of any kind, be it of an animal for food or of a being for some other purpose, even if Jarleth feels they deserve it he does not like killing to any degree.
Mess – Indeed, Jarleth is the very tidy, very organised sort of Elven and he dislikes mess or disorganisation. Things must be planned and set out properly, after all – if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
.Goals.
Destroy Osirus’ rule of tyranny and avenge his brother – Jarleth lost his brother to Osirus’ men and many other people lost so much more to the cruel overlord that Jarleth feels the need to bring an end to it all
Survive – Jarleth knows that, in current times, survival is hard and he is determined to stay alive until he feels it is indeed time to let go.
Find true love – Jarleth has been far too preoccupied with more important matters to deal with love and courtship, but he does hope that some day he will find his soul mate and live happily with her ‘til the end of his days.
.Fears.
Failing to avenge Aksis – Were Jarleth to die before avenging his brother, he would feel such a great sense of failure and self-disappointment
Aden recognising him – Were Aden to recognise Jarleth and bring out the childish, naïve side within him, Jarleth would probably end up getting himself killed or screwing up in some such way that would shame him.
Improper death – Jarleth does not wish to die before he feels his time is up – whether he dies of time or of sword he does not care, as long as he has fulfilled all he hopes to do and is content with his departure from this life.
.Personality.
Jarleth is very much so a quiet, secluded person. Preferring to stay in the background and observe the conversation at hand rather than join it and interact, he is constantly on alert but drifting into pools of thought in that massive sea that is his mind. Slightly morbid, Jarleth dislikes expressing his emotions all that much, giving one the idea that he is stern and very serious. However, at times Jarleth can be incredibly comforting and entertaining – it just depends on the current situation, but given that the current situation is generally one related to the poverty and depression that Osirus has cast upon the land, it is rare to see Jarleth laugh, or smile or show any positive kind of reaction. However, those that know him accept his recluse personality, knowing that Jarleth’s silence is not a cause to worry, given that he is always just coming up with a big whale of a plan to take down Osirus.
Jarleth shows anger only when it is necessary, generally trying to take a calm approach to things if possible. However, when the time calls for it Jarleth can turn into a vicious predator that could make any potential prey quiver in their little boots. His Elven nature gives him a comforting feel, like an aura, but if Jarleth wants to replace that aura with something more volatile, it can bring out a worrying, paranoid sensation in those around him and they then become easily intimidated and scared. It’s more or less a part of Jarleth’s magical capabilities. Jarleth is very obedient and prone to do anything he is told to do – as long as it is reasonable of course, however it will be rare that Jarleth will question an order given to him, especially by a superior in the rankings of the Order.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family.
.Father.
Ekoli Aksis Reminishi, currently alive and well somewhere in the Northern Mountains
.Mother.
Lianna Rioka Reminishi, shares the same fate as Ekoli
.Siblings.
An older brother, by the name of Aksis, died when Jarleth was around 103, killed by one of Osirus’ Knights for thievery
.History.
They say opposites attract. Whether or not you believe it, in the case of Ekoli Reminishi and Lianna Briboras, it is true. Ekoli was a powerful Elven warrior with a stubborn attitude; a close-minded thought process and a merciless heart. Lianna was an ordinary young Elven girl with a warm heart, an open mind and the kindest and most understanding personality around for miles. It was a chance meeting, Ekoli and his troop had been patrolling between the widespread villages in the North Mountain Ranges and Lianna happened to be tending to the wounds he had gained from an unfortunate accident in which the horses had gotten spooked and Ekoli had caught himself on a low branch. At first Lianna could hardly stand his stubborn, arrogant thought stream but after a second and third meeting, she started to fall for him.
At first when Lianna told her family about her romance with Ekoli, they all laughed and assured her it would not last two months. But it did, and then it lasted double that, then triple and soon they had been with one another for three years and were madly in love. They were soon wed and one year later Lianna gave birth to Ekoli’s first son, whom they named Aksis, after Ekoli’s father. Ekoli, expressing the wish that he wanted his son to grow to be an amazing warrior, convinced Lianna to send Aksis to a special training dojo. Lianna agreed and Aksis disappeared off to train himself to be a great fighter. A few months later, Lianna gave birth to a second son, whom they named Jarullethor after Lianna’s father, despite Ekoli’s stubborn decision to name him after himself. However, Lianna quickly gave Jarullethor the nickname of Jarleth, finding her father’s name a little too long and a little too old-fashioned, yes even that happened in the Elven domain.
Jarleth spent the first 5 years of his life with only his parents – and only when he too was sent to the training dojo did he get to connect with Aksis. Jarleth also made friends with a fellow Elven by the name of Aden. Jarleth was pretty close to Aden, and at the time he was a different person to whom he is now, and was very talkative and outgoing, excited and ecstatic, that being said he was 5 or 6 years old so perhaps that was expected of him. The fifty years of hard training he spent with both his brother, Aksis, to whom he was very close and Aden, his best friend, challenged him in a way Jarleth never expected it would. However, by the end of it, he was still as positive and happy and ecstatic as ever, ready to get out into the world and continue training in a way different to that of the dojo.
It was then that he and Aden moved on to serve in the military, as his father insisted he do his part, although Aksis decided to go and explore, something that, at the time, Jarleth had no interest in whatsoever. It was hard going, and again tougher than Jarleth had anticipated. And on one particular mission Jarleth and Aden strayed from the other soldiers and, despite their best efforts, got separated aswell. Jarleth had not expected to get himself caught alone by several of the opposing Kingdom’s soldiers and had to make a Hell break for his life to avoid being sliced up like a salami. He knew he would stand no chance fighting against them; Aden was a better fighter than he was because Aden had put more effort in than he had. Jarleth ran, and kept running until he barely knew where he was.
Thankfully his survival training kept him well enough alive and Jarleth decided to take the time to train himself properly, now he was alone and with no distractions. He spent a number of years on his own, a recluse of sorts, simply training himself up and enhancing his fighting abilities. Jarleth also enhanced his speed and stealth, stealing things from a couple of villages he might chance approaching. After the unfortunate news that his brother had been killed after being caught by some of Osirus’ Knights when stealing food, Jarleth came out of his reclusive lifestyle. He had certainly changed in his years of solitude, no longer the loudmouth, attention seeking, naïve youngster he had been and much more; well, recluse and drawn back. Jarleth spent his time moving from town to city to city to town, gathering more information about this King Osirus, whom Jarleth was only discovering now.
He sounded like one pretty nasty piece of work and the more Jarleth discovered and the more pain and suffering Jarleth saw that Osirus was the cause of; the more Jarleth felt the urge to kill the dirty bastard. Somehow, in some way, he just wanted to destroy everything Osirus had, but slowly, make him watch his power crumble and fall in around him. Jarleth decided to make it his goal, to save the poor humans and creatures subjected to the beast and to avenge his brother. He wasn’t sure how though. The younger, more impulsive Jarleth probably would have simply stormed the castle on his own, taken out a couple of guards maybe and then get struck down dead. But no, after those years of solitude, Jarleth had wizened up and knew nothing would come of a one-man attack that would hardly breach the walls.
That was when Jarleth heard of the Order of Lumen. A secret society, working against Osirus and his Knights in an attempt to bring him down, Jarleth wanted to join, wanted to help, wanted to restore the peace that should never have been torn away from Alyssus. It was then that Jarleth discovered who was at the head of this organisation. It was a shocking revelation, to learn that Aden, his old friend, was the one leading this resistance. But could he really face his old friend once more? Somehow, reuniting with Aden made Jarleth feel like he was going backwards, to the days when he was young and naïve and ignorant and Jarleth feared he might revert to those old ways if Aden was around him again.
Then again, Jarleth wanted to desperately to fight against Osirus, so join the Order… So some drastic changes were made. His hair, which had once reached down to his shoulders, was cut. Cut so short that Jarleth hardly had much hair left. His face had already developed, become hollower, longer and gotten a better bone structure so he hardly looked like himself anymore. His skin was slightly darker, and, unlike the last time he and Aden had met, he had a shadow around his jaw line and mouth. As an Elven, Jarleth looked older than he should have, looked more like that of a man, and if he pulled the hood of his cloak over himself and hid his pointed ears, then anyone could easily mistake him for one.
The only thing that might allow Aden to recognise Jarleth would be his name and the chain Jarleth wore around his neck that had once belonged to Aksis but that Jarleth had taken after his brother’s death. But Jarleth hid that chain underneath his clothing and, from then on when he spoke with others, he introduced himself as ‘Remnis’, so that way it was almost impossible for Aden to recognise Jarleth, and when Jarleth first saw Aden, he hardly recognised his old friend himself. He looked so much older, so much wiser than when they had last met, since when they had last spoken even. If someone who had known the boys in their younger years saw them then, when they first spoke, they would hear, they would see, such a difference. They were like two different people now.
Jarleth still tried to avoid Aden whenever possible however, the sight of his old friend flooding memories back into his mind. Jarleth managed his way through the ranks quickly enough and gained the rank of Major, now happy with his position as he was no longer a common private and had a slight say in how things were done, but that being said he would not be drawn to power this way, something that both he and Aden both feared. Also, Jarleth’s face would not be well known with Osirus’ men, so Jarleth was still free to roam the cities, with much care of course and he would not stay in the cities long before returning to the Order. But without the ability to roam, Jarleth didn’t think he would remain content for long.
Now, still a Major for the Order of Lumen and still unrecognised by his old friend, Jarleth continues to swear, everyday, that he will sometime soon avenge his brother and strike down Osirus, even if it is the last thing he will do.
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It was cold this time of year, especially in the North Mountains. Jarleth was back again, just for the winter, all on his own. He tried not to think of long Winter’s spent with Aksis, who always seemed to make them shorter, warmer, and far more enjoyable. It was not a struggle for food, or for warmth, it was simply a good time. Jarleth’s hand instinctively moved to his chest, where Aksis’ pendant now rested against Jarleth’s heart. Jarleth fought back the tears, fought back the memories. He could remember it, now, so vividly. It had been a wonderful day for the autumn months; cool but not cold, warm but not incapacitating. Jarleth had just been passing through the city – it had been his second time there, he was just curious, just wanted to take a quick peak before returning to his hard training back in the Mountains for the Winter. Then he had spotted him. Aksis sprawled messily on the back of a coffin cart.
Jarleth had hardly believed his own eyes. He ran over to the cart, ignoring the two guards alongside it as he scrambled towards the limp body of his sibling. His eyes were lifeless, his skin was whiter than snow and his shirt was stained with blood as a large gash was torn across his chest. Jarleth had to force one of the guards against a nearby wall before they would tell him what had happened, and even then the pompous bastards had been quick and reluctant before making empty threats and insults that Jarleth hardly listened to. He had been stealing bread. Bread.
Probably for some poor starving children, Jarleth thought bitterly, returning to reality as he sat in a cave, a warm fire crackling before him and lighting his charming features that were tainted with depression and anger. His cheeks were shiny from the wet tears, his eyes were burning with rage and hate and his mind was filled only with thoughts of revenge. Jarleth was suddenly whirled back to that warm October day that now seemed so cold, so empty. Jarleth had released the guard from his grip and returned to his brother’s side, weeping and letting out a roar of rage. As the guards attempted to move the cart along, Jarleth attempted to stop them, but even in his state of shock and loss he knew better than to allow them to call for backup and deliver Jarleth to the same fate.
So he resorted to begging and pleading. He would not allow his only brother to be thrown unceremoniously into some ditch by some bastard guards that didn’t give a shit. No, Aksis deserved a better funeral than that, a better goodbye. The guards had laughed at first, relishing in Jarleth’s desperation before chucking Aksis’ body, which contorted like a rag doll through the air, into Jarleth’s arms. Jarleth had simply knelt there, in the middle of the busy street, and sobbed. Sobbed and mourned and wept over his brother. Eventually Jarleth chose to move and carried Aksis limp, lifeless body a few miles outside of the city, finding a suitable place for his burial.
If Jarleth had the option, he would much rather have buried Aksis somewhere in the North Mountains, but Jarleth just wouldn’t be able to bring Aksis’ body that far. It would start to rot and smell soon enough and Jarleth wouldn’t be able to leave the body to hunt because then some bear or wolf or other predator would come along and ravage the corpse. So Jarleth simply had to settle with the small meadow. He dug with his hands, continuing to weep and sob over the sudden loss of his brother and a number of hours later, with very dirty nails; Jarleth laid his brother Aksis to rest. It was so hard to take in, that his brother was gone. If Jarleth had left him in the military and perhaps overheard someone talking about it then perhaps it would be less of a shock… But he had just been travelling. He stole some bread and the dirty bastards killed him.
Well, alright, Jarleth knew Aksis had probably put up a fight of some kind and for that reason Jarleth wished his brother had, like he had when he had been separated from Aden, ran. But no, he had stayed and fought. Jarleth wondered if there had been children with Aksis at the time, because by this point Jarleth had stubbornly decided that his brother had stolen that bread for some poor starving children as it seemed far more worthy a reason for his brother to be gone than simply to steal bread for his own stomach. Yes, Jarleth was now sure that Aksis had been defending some poor starving children from the guards when they had been caught stealing bread, aided by Aksis of course. That was it. That was how Jarleth’s brother had left this world – helping poor helpless children. Jarleth’s hand tightened around the pendant.
It was the last thing he had that could remind him of Aksis. He had hardly recognised his brother on that cart until he had seen the pendant and taken a closer look. Jarleth nearly considered that it may not have been Aksis, but no, that would be giving him false hope, and besides, Jarleth knew well it was his brother. It couldn’t have been anyone else. Jarleth took a deep breath before releasing a long sigh. He bit his lip, quickly rubbed his nose, sniffed and got to his feet, brushing some of the dirt from his clothes. He had thought this would be a fine place to sleep tonight, but no, he now decided that he needed to find cover somewhere else. He grabbed the few things he carried with him; his long sword, a number of throwing knives, a water gourd, a money pouch and a food bag, and then, stamping out the fire, he exited the cave.
He would find somewhere more suitable to stay, somewhere that wasn’t so dark and gloomy. Where he would find such a place in the light snowstorm that brewed in the Mountains, he did not know, and if he did not find somewhere well then he would simply keep hiking. Jarleth couldn’t just sit in that gloomy cave and linger over his brother – he had to either find somewhere cheerier, or just find something cheerier to do. “Pull yourself together, Jarleth,” he told himself, bracing the cold winds. “It’s what Aksis would’ve wanted.”
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