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Valkan Korr
Name: Valkan
Age: 30
Race: Human
Date of Birth: 20th Trial of Saun in the Arc 686
Languages Spoken: Common (Fluent) and Rakahi (Broken)
Bounty: 350gn - Wanted Dead or Alive
Age: 30
Race: Human
Date of Birth: 20th Trial of Saun in the Arc 686
Languages Spoken: Common (Fluent) and Rakahi (Broken)
Bounty: 350gn - Wanted Dead or Alive
Appearance
Just over six feet (183 meters) and almost 200 pounds (90kg),Valkan's sturdy physique consists of lean muscle and resilient sinew wrapped around strong bone. His hair is deep brown with subtle red highlights during the Hot Cycle and kept cropped short. His sharp, masculine features are typically shaded with facial hair of some sort, from a shadow to a full on beard. Eyes of hazel reveal glints of gold fleck in certain light. Valkan's skin tone is a subtle bronze, paling lighter in the Cold Cycle, adorned with battle scars.
His garments are typically functional and of sturdy fabrics of more subtle black, grays and earth tones. He is fond of leather. Valkan is no slob, and even in the most utilitarian clothes will appear neat and together, but not at the expense of necessity. He has found himself coated in mud and spattered in blood on many occasion. His military armor, marked by the colors and insignia of the unit he deserted, is worn only outside of city walls and populated areas, to avoid complications. Valkan will also carry whatever measure of armament he sees necessary and within the laws of the region.
Personality
Val is first and foremost self-serving. All people, places and things are viewed in the potential they have to offer him something. That is not to say he is solely a selfish soul. Consideration of others comes in a close second, especially those from which he gains something. By virtue of an atrophied morality, those in some need come a distant third. Val can be charming and sociable and a debaucherous comrade. But he possesses a dark side, one that has come to enjoy intimidation, violence and sensual extremes.
History
Their answer was an estranged uncle, a grizzled war veteran upon which they could foist their troublesome son. Garn agreed to take in his great-nephew, relishing to once again shape a flacid young sychophant and hone him into his idea of a man. Garn. a devotee of Raskalarn, was a hard man, his instruction harsh physically and mentally. Valkan resisted, whined, chafed at the draconian training and his punishmenst were corporal and unyielding. Yet Valkan did not break. There was a something within Valkan, something Garn recognized and pressed to draw out of his kin, something not unlike himself. A soldier and more. Valkan was taught how to defend and how to kill. How to infiltrate and how to get information from an unwilling soul. In time, Valkan began to become what Garn had envisioned. Something hard and dangerous and so much more worthy than his pampered, soft, weak family.
Valkan enlisted in the Hiladrith militia. Though hard headed and argumentative, sometimes approaching insubordination, Valkan's martial skill, unrelenting will and ability to be brutal when necessary earned him respect and favor. Most of his service was spent escorting caravans along the dangerous road to Ne'haer and hunting down bandits. He was promoted to sergeant and given a small squad of soldiers. His duties were varied and directed as was needed. Sometimes scouting, sometimes sneaking into an enemy or bandit camp, sometimes escorting and interrogating prisoners. In spite of his successes, however, Valkan found the leadership of the army and his superiors either idecisive, arrogant or foolhardy. His disgruntled sentiment only waxed stronger on the eve of a large operation.
They were to attack a large confederacy of bandit bands. The commanders chose a night attack to catch the brigands off guard, the landscape lit by the full moon. Valkan argued it was a poor strategy, given the bandits were much more familiar with the terrain, giving them advantage in the poor light. His cousel was dismissed, his warning went unheeded. The attack was launched anyway. The bandits indeed were able to out maneuver the Hiladrith forces and their smaller force tore into them, turning the battle into a chaotic route. Such was the chaos that some Hiladrith soldiers began attacking their own comrades in a panic. Valkan saw it coming, and, against orders, withdrew his small unit. The skirted the battle field, avoided engagement that would lure them into the massacre. Val was going to gain victory with or without the army. Holding his unit together by sheer will, The slipped behind the lines into the bandit camp, setting it afire and killing any left behind. They pillaged what they could, including a beautiful woman found running from the flames. Without knowing if she was bandit or hostage, Valkan snatched her up. Stealing mounts, the unit fled the battlefield, leaving the stubborn officers to watch their army slaughtered.
Later, the unit split the plunder, Valkan giving up a measure of gain to keep the woman as his spoils. He had designs for her. The unit traveled together for a short while, making for Argos. But the surviving men and women grew jealous of their leader's prize, whom he used as he wished, for chores and pleasure, yet cared for and guarded closely, offering her the finest of the rations they had. Angered that they had another mouth to feed and the rest of them gained no benefit from her presence, his unit began to plot. One evening, after a drunken feast they stole her away as Valkan slept off his wine and slipped away.
The enraged Valkan tried to find his betrayers, but it proved difficult, for the unit had split up. He did find two of them, a man and woman whom he found rolling naked in the grass by a goat path. Valkan learned, through unpleasant measures, that his prize had been sold off. He slew the couple then and there.
For the following year, Valkan laid low, took work as a sword hand when he could. He returned to Ne'Haer and ran into an old acquaintance. That night the Mist Men attacked, and Valkan escaped the city on his friend's ship. He started a new life with her, as a sword arm, crewman and drug trafficker.
Housing
Cabin aboard the Arbiter.
Knowledge & Skills
| Skill | Points Acquired | Total Points Spent | Proficiency |
| Blades: Scimitar (FT)(RB) | 25/100 | (25/100) | Novice |
| Ranged Combat: Crossbow (SP) | 15/100 | (15/251) | Novice |
| Mount: Horse (SP) | 10/100 | (10/251) | Novice |
| Stealth (SP) | 10/100 | (10/251) | Novice |
| Intimidation (SP) | 10/100 | (10/251) | Novice |
| Torture (SP) (JD) | 7/100 | (7/251) | Novice |
| Endurance (JD) | 3/100 | (3/251) | Novice |
| Blades: Dagger | 5/100 | (5/251) | Novice |
| Unarmed Combat | 5/100 | (5/251) | Novice |
| Field Craft (JD) | 2/100 | 2/251) | Novice |
| Persuasion (JD) | 2/100 | (2/251) | Novice |
Skill Point Ledger
Record all of your Skill Point Expenditure here.
| Thread or Skill Name | Points Awarded | Points Spent | Running Total |
| Persuasion [CS reward JD] | 2 | 2 | 0 |
| Torture [CS reward JD] | 2 | 2 | 0 |
| Endurance [CS reward JD] | 3 | 3 | 0 |
| Field Craft [CS reward JD] | 2 | 2 | 0 |
| Life is But a Dream | 15 | 0 | 15 |
| Blades: Dagger | 0 | 5 | 10 |
| Unarmed Combat | 0 | 5 | 5 |
| Drunken Tales | 15 | 0 | 20 |
Fame Ledger
| Thread | Act | Points | Total Fame |
| Starting Race Fame | Human | +10 | 10 |
| Starting City Fame | Ne'haer | +10 | 20 |
| Starting Job Fame | Deserter | -10 | 10 |
| Life is But a Dream | Murdering Gorroc | +3 | 13 |
| Life is But a Dream | Defending Freya | +1 | 14 |
| Drunken Tales | Entertaining the Lady | +1 | 15 |
Marks Section
Items
- Note: Most of Valkan's original equipment was abandoned when he fled Ne'Haer, whether the inn stored it, or it was stolen or sold is unknown, so it is kept in a separate tab here.
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Ledger
| Item | Debit | Credit |
| Tent | -15gn (loot value) | ... |
| Bolts | -2gn (loot value) | ... |
| Bed Roll | -5gn (loot value) | ... |
| Wages Vhalar 716 | ... | 642gn, 2sn, 2cn |
| Resupply (see equip.list) | ... | 376gn, 6sn, 5cn |
| ... | ... | ... |
Total Currency: 0 ON, 304GN, 6 SN, 5 CN
Thread List
When Fate Throws a Bone
Valkan is confronted by the woman whom he abducted...and she doesn't remember.
Drunken Tales
Freya and Valkan meet over a spilled drink.
Fate Chooses the Path
As Mist Men assault the city, Val gets Freya to her ship.
Welcome Aboard the Arbiter
Underway to Rharne as an unexpected passenger, Val gets to know a different side of Freya.
Life is But a Dream
Two Arbiter crewmates attempt to kill Wendell and Freya.[/center]