Seasonal Kingdoms App - Vonethil

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Name: Vonethil
Age: 175
Gender: Male
Species: Elf

Rank: Highclass
Job: Royal Guard

Personality: Vonethil is a kind, careful, gentle elf. He takes pride in protecting those he cares for and his land in general. It is hard to get on his bad side, hard but no at all impossible. He has made a few enemies in his past, there is no doubt in that. Play it as a... you don't mess with him in a rude manner - or anything he knows and cares for - and you wont piss him off?

Bio/History: Oh - a little about myself? Well, I am quite unsure of where to begin... i have lived for such a long time that there have been so many grand events throughout it. I suppose I should start with when I was young, yes? I suppose you could say that my life was quite normal - I had a mother, a father, and a younger sibling whom I cared deeply for. Though my family was not 'highclass' to begin with, we were still able to work through our daily lives. Of course, there were those who thought of us as more of gutter-dwellers and slaves, I never thought much of it. But moving on, my mother worked as a seamstress while my father... well, I was never really sure what he did until much later on. My little sister and I were your average children, school and whatnot. The school I went to had the most marvelous of clubs - well, marvelous to me. When my sister sat by and did her homework, I took part in the fencing and archery clubs that the were offered; of course, they were only run by students. We didn't exactly have all too many teachers interested in representing them, finding themselves with far too much of better things to be doing for the afternoon - but I don't blame them, I suppose? We got along with everything quite easily on our own. I found myself to be quite the expert dualist in blades and very good in archery, then again, I suppose that one was only natural seeing as to how I'm an elf. But as time drove along as it naturally did, one day some men from the royal city had come to our school, stating themselves to be guards of the kingdom. They introduced themselves and said they were looking for recruits, and of course I had wondered what they were doing at a school. It had turned out that they were merely visiting and coming to tell us what we could be in the future. In all honesty, I found the notion to be a tad ridiculous to say the least. The chances of any of the people from the small village that I lived in becoming royal militia was like some sort of fairy-tale dream. In any case, the day went along as it usually would... well, I would say 'usually' if it weren't for the mishap that occurred when I was walking home with my sister. It was something that rarely happened in the village; I would have never expected it - without much warning at all, thugs or bandits or whatever one would refer to them as jumped my sister and I, demanding any and all items of value. I hadn't any money and only a crude sword and bow on my person... if the stories that my parents had told me were at all true, we would surely be killed if we didn't do something. Though my body was stiff and jolting with fear, I unsheathed my dull blade and attacked. I had never been in any sort of 'real' battle before, my mind had let itself go and before I knew it, one of the thugs were already on the ground with my weapon protruding from his chest. When I looked over to the others they had already escape, my sister on her knees, tears spills from her eyes. She asked me what I had done and that we were going to be in so much trouble but her words were ceased by someone; it was one of the men who had visited the school earlier. He said what I had done was a very brave thing to do. I was confused, unsure of exactly what to say, and even before I could think of what I wanted to say, I was yanked from my position by the back of my shirt by one of the guards. They said I had to come with them, and I refused I would be taken to the prison. I looked over at my sister, who was still shaken. I told her to go home and not to tell mother and father anything. One of the men politely offered to escort her home, and with that we took our separate paths down the street.

Quite a few years had passed since I had seen my old home, I was taken into training for the royal guards in the city. Why? I am still unsure of that to this very day. I still wish I could have finished my schooling before any of this happened. But moving on from that - in the training, I had found myself to be one of the youngest there. I was among great warriors, powerful men and women, I couldn't even believe that I was there. I was quite confused when I first began the training, but I was able to ease into it quite fast. I was given weapons much sturdier than anything I could have never obtained on my own, along with fine armor. I must admit, I was the slightest intimidated throughout the years I was there... though I suppose there were those who were kind enough in their own way to me. I still never truly felt as though I belonged there - but it was either that or... prison; for life. I didn't need the idea of that shaming my family. After many years of training and clawing my way to the top I became second in command for the royal guards of the winter kingdom. And that is my occupation to this day. I suppose it suffices, I still wish I could have told my family what had become of me... if they are even still there.


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