Post by Luceon Cornelys on Nov 6, 2014 4:17:50 GMT
Name: Luceon Cornelys
Age: 32
Ethnicity: Valyrian
Rank: 4 (Commander of the Irregulars)
2d Agility
2d Animal Handling
2d Athletics
4d Awareness: Notice + 1d
4d Cunning: Decipher +1d
3d Deception: Bluff +1d
2d Endurance
3d Fighting
2d Healing
3d Knowledge
2d Marksmanship
4d Persuasion: Bargain +1d, Charm +2d, Convince +1d
4d Status
3d Stealth
2d Survival
3d Warfare: Command +1d
2d Will
Benefits
Charismatic: +2 to all Charm test results (Persuasion 3)
Courteous: Add half of Persuasion rank to all Deception test results (Persuasion 3)
Heirloom: Acquire a Valyrian Steel Bladed Weapon or Dragonbone Bow. Gain +1 Base Damage and +2 to Fighting/Marksmanship rolls with the weapon.
Keen Senses: Reroll 1s on all Awareness tests; Add Cunning rank to passive Awareness result (Awareness 4)
Drawbacks
Maimed arm (his right arm, but he was left handed)
Marked
Intrigue Defense: 11
Composure: 6
Combat Defense: 7
Health: 6
Equipment
Valyrian steel greatsword named "Silence"
A suit of finely crafted Chainmail
Long sword
Small Shield
(TBD)
Background
Luceon Cornerlys had a life before the Doom destroyed Valyria. He had children, and a beautiful wife. He personally owned manors and tenements all around the great city of Valyria. The greatest city that ever existed. He had a powerful father and a family of important and influential people. He had a career in War and Politics all planned out. He had a warm home he loved, and a country that made the whole world want to wet themselves.
But that man is dead. Killed by a the same fiery doom that killed all of his people, his family. Killed even though he was serving in a military force leagues away. Killed as sure if he had been betray by the fire personally. He still breaths, he still smiles, and he still disappointingly opens his eyes every day, but he is dead all the same. He was a man willing himself to truly die, only fear holding back his own blade from spilling his heart's blood. Luceon drifted through his numb and cold days until he was reborn with Dragon's fire.
Luceon had followed his friend, the Commander of the Burned Legion, as the Burned Legion joined with the forces of the last man who attempted to reclaim the throne of Valyria. He followed until he stepped back and saw that his man was false, and was only using the corpse of Valyria to fool others into thinking he had the right to rule. Luceon went to his friend, Commander Insert Commander's name here and whispered into his ear, and the two agreed. This false Dragon Emperor must die.
Luceon took a hundred men and woman from his command, and during the darkest hour of the night they crept out to murder the one weapon that could be used to forge a golden crown for the false Dragon Emperor. Luceon himself lead the sneak attack on the dragon. The dragon awoke before they could get close enough to murder her, so she bathed her attackers in a burning fire. Luceon lost his hand, and his face was burnt. His hair charred in an instant, and her collapsed tot he ground screaming. People told him of the battle later, but it was over for him. The dragon, and his Emperor were both killed that day, but a price was paid, and so many men died.
For weeks the badly burnt Luceon was nursed by his friends, and soldiers. When he woke, it was a new man born. He had seen something in those flames, and as he woke he slowly smiled. With his scarred features it seemed more grimace then smile, but it was a smile of contentment none the less. He has thrown himself into his new career as a steward and commander in the Burned Legion. The commander is an aloof man, but every member of the company knows that Luceon has a moment for them. When coin is paid out he walks from man to man giving them their share. He is often away though because he is often the man who opens negotiations with potential new clients.
His right hand is burnt so badly only his thumb, and the stumps of the next two fingers remain. What does remain and it is too scarred to grip and control a weapon, so he is not longer able to use the great Valyrian sword that is his Families' blade. His face is scarred from the burn as well, and he lost hair in patches so he shaves the remainder of his head so it does not grow in patches. He still wears the great blade on his back, but now has a long sword on his belt. His clothes are still Valyrian fashions, and look richer then his current lifestyle would provide. He has a slave named Odur that excels at taking care of his clothes, and equipment.
Age: 32
Ethnicity: Valyrian
Rank: 4 (Commander of the Irregulars)
2d Agility
2d Animal Handling
2d Athletics
4d Awareness: Notice + 1d
4d Cunning: Decipher +1d
3d Deception: Bluff +1d
2d Endurance
3d Fighting
2d Healing
3d Knowledge
2d Marksmanship
4d Persuasion: Bargain +1d, Charm +2d, Convince +1d
4d Status
3d Stealth
2d Survival
3d Warfare: Command +1d
2d Will
Benefits
Charismatic: +2 to all Charm test results (Persuasion 3)
Courteous: Add half of Persuasion rank to all Deception test results (Persuasion 3)
Heirloom: Acquire a Valyrian Steel Bladed Weapon or Dragonbone Bow. Gain +1 Base Damage and +2 to Fighting/Marksmanship rolls with the weapon.
Keen Senses: Reroll 1s on all Awareness tests; Add Cunning rank to passive Awareness result (Awareness 4)
Drawbacks
Maimed arm (his right arm, but he was left handed)
Marked
Intrigue Defense: 11
Composure: 6
Combat Defense: 7
Health: 6
Equipment
Valyrian steel greatsword named "Silence"
A suit of finely crafted Chainmail
Long sword
Small Shield
(TBD)
Background
Luceon Cornerlys had a life before the Doom destroyed Valyria. He had children, and a beautiful wife. He personally owned manors and tenements all around the great city of Valyria. The greatest city that ever existed. He had a powerful father and a family of important and influential people. He had a career in War and Politics all planned out. He had a warm home he loved, and a country that made the whole world want to wet themselves.
But that man is dead. Killed by a the same fiery doom that killed all of his people, his family. Killed even though he was serving in a military force leagues away. Killed as sure if he had been betray by the fire personally. He still breaths, he still smiles, and he still disappointingly opens his eyes every day, but he is dead all the same. He was a man willing himself to truly die, only fear holding back his own blade from spilling his heart's blood. Luceon drifted through his numb and cold days until he was reborn with Dragon's fire.
Luceon had followed his friend, the Commander of the Burned Legion, as the Burned Legion joined with the forces of the last man who attempted to reclaim the throne of Valyria. He followed until he stepped back and saw that his man was false, and was only using the corpse of Valyria to fool others into thinking he had the right to rule. Luceon went to his friend, Commander Insert Commander's name here and whispered into his ear, and the two agreed. This false Dragon Emperor must die.
Luceon took a hundred men and woman from his command, and during the darkest hour of the night they crept out to murder the one weapon that could be used to forge a golden crown for the false Dragon Emperor. Luceon himself lead the sneak attack on the dragon. The dragon awoke before they could get close enough to murder her, so she bathed her attackers in a burning fire. Luceon lost his hand, and his face was burnt. His hair charred in an instant, and her collapsed tot he ground screaming. People told him of the battle later, but it was over for him. The dragon, and his Emperor were both killed that day, but a price was paid, and so many men died.
For weeks the badly burnt Luceon was nursed by his friends, and soldiers. When he woke, it was a new man born. He had seen something in those flames, and as he woke he slowly smiled. With his scarred features it seemed more grimace then smile, but it was a smile of contentment none the less. He has thrown himself into his new career as a steward and commander in the Burned Legion. The commander is an aloof man, but every member of the company knows that Luceon has a moment for them. When coin is paid out he walks from man to man giving them their share. He is often away though because he is often the man who opens negotiations with potential new clients.
His right hand is burnt so badly only his thumb, and the stumps of the next two fingers remain. What does remain and it is too scarred to grip and control a weapon, so he is not longer able to use the great Valyrian sword that is his Families' blade. His face is scarred from the burn as well, and he lost hair in patches so he shaves the remainder of his head so it does not grow in patches. He still wears the great blade on his back, but now has a long sword on his belt. His clothes are still Valyrian fashions, and look richer then his current lifestyle would provide. He has a slave named Odur that excels at taking care of his clothes, and equipment.
