AwesomeusSep 24, 2014Sep 24, 2014 at 07:29 AM
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Name: Ralvus Maximus
Born: 29th of Frostfall 2E,554
Age: 28
Title: Priest of Arkay
Race: Imperial
Brith place:Cheydinhal,Cyrodiil (Now War Torn)
Nicknames: Ralvs/Ralvy
Romance: Married to Avery Azuri
Family:Father-Euclid(dead)
Mother-Camilla(unknown)
Brother-Loredas(dead)
Rumors: "He used to serve in the Imperial legion right?"
"You know I've heard he carries a pouch of vampire teeth with him? How very odd"
"Is that Priest Maximus? He used to give funeral rights to the dead, then just up and left one day"
Personality: A calm and collected man, preferring the blade of wit over the blade of sword. But don't let his relaxed demeanor fool you, hes seen more combat than most, his time in the Legion hardened him, giving funeral rights to your fallen brothers is never any easy task. He's often seen as to brash for a priest of the 8. Also holds a deep hatred for anything profaning Arkays "Great cycle" Most notably vampires.
Back Ground:
It was the 31st of Evening star 2E 564, on a small farm outside of Cheydenhal, A new years eve, usually a time of celebration and happiness....
Ten year old Ralvus Maximus awoke to the smell of smoke and the sound of screaming. His mother violently jerked him from sleep, "Ralvy wake up we have to leave
blood fiends are attacking the town!" She took for the door nearly dragging the chubby 10 year old across the floor, the thatched roof of there Cheydenhal
home was nearly fully ablaze. Outside they ran for the one structure that wasn't on fire, the Maximus family barn. " Mommy, wheres father and Loredas?" I don't know she cried, you father went to check on the Canius family their farm was set on fire first, and I haven't seen you brother since just after the fire began,
he ran to get you father..
Just then they heard yelling from the courtyard "Mother! Ralvs? Father? ANYONE??" It was 16 year old Loredas Maximus, too afraid to move Ralvus's mother held him tightly.
He struggled to break her grasp, and made for the door of the small horse stall they had hid in, Just before he could shout "LOR....!" his mothers hand clapped over his mouth.
She shushed him, then he saw why, standing in front of Loredas were 3 shadowy figures, moving quickly they overcame him before he could even draw his dagger. They tore at his body like a pack of wolves, Blood spattered the moon lit snow, Screams of agony echoed though the hollow, then silence. Nothing but the slurping an screeching from the feeding vampires.
"YOU BASTARDS" Ralvus's Father Euclid yelled as he drew his sword and rushed the beasts feeding on his sons body, "Ill cut you all down for this"! Ralvus's father was a tall Nord man who had served 30 years as and Legionnaire, he quickly cut through the 3 pale thin monsters. He bent down to check Loredas's body he was wounded badly and gurgling on his own blood. Suddenly 5 vampires leaped from the roof of the the barn, surrounding Euclid and his dying son. Euclid drew his sword, stabbing one right in the eye, it let out a blood curdling scream falling to the ground, turning swiftly he cut the head clean off the Bosmer fiend, With two quick slashed he dispatched the other two, leaving only the tallest one. The Altmer vampire drew his sword. Circling each other Euclid exclaimed "What is your name blood fiend?".... "I am called Count Vonder Grogan, and like many cattle before you, you will be slain and fed upon as is the fate of all your kind".... "It will be a cold day in Oblivion before I let you hurt my family" Euclid shouted... "Going to save them are you? Like this one? pointing to Loredas's now still body" Vonder said with a smirk... "You'll pay for what you've done here blood fiend even if it the last thing I do!!!!".... "WE SHALL SEE!" screamed the vampire, raising his left hand, a powerful shock wave erupted knocking Euclid to his knees.
Sheaving his sword the Count, bent down an let out a scream of pain as his flesh darkened and huge bat like wings erupted from his back, his eyes glowing red, horns protruding from his head. " Now witness the power of a vampire lord cattle!" Euclid rose to his feet trusting his blade into the beasts chest,it snapped like a twig under a frost troll. The Vampire was unphased. With unnatural strength he grabbed Euclid by the neck raising him off the ground, snapping it instantly. He fell to the snow next to his dead son. Ralvus looked on in horror, his mothers hand still tightly gripped over his mouth as she whimpered as softly as she could. The winged vampire lord stood over the body's of his father an brother laughing wildly, then suddenly it turned and looking Ralvus right in the eyes, Camilla let out a gasp. The vampire leaped into the air its rotted old wings unfolded and it took flight. It moved faster than anything Ralvus had ever seen... Then silence....
It seemed like hours they sat alone in the icy barn, nothing but the cold wind whipping through the pines, and his mothers crying. Camillas sobbing grew louder and louder as she looked onto her dead son and husband. When out of nowhere a large grey arm burst thought the shale roof of the barn, grabbing his mother by the hair and pulling her thought the hole, Her screams echoed in the night sky then faded, leaving only Ralvus's sobbing and the cold wind of a new years eve...
When dawn broke the town guards made their way to the Maximus farm only to discover the body's of 7 vampires, two men, and a weeping boy kneeling in the blood stained snow. After the funerals Ralvus had no other family, he lived among the beggars and skooma addicts in the streets of Cheydenhal. Until one day the towns priest Frier Thorn took him in. He stayed at the Temple of Arkay over the next 7 years, learning the proper rights and rituals of sending ones soul to Aetherius. But deep down, Ralvus still wanted revenge, revenge on the blood fiends that tore his family apart. Revenge on anything that was as evil, that profaned the natural cycle of life and death that the great god of life Arkay had laid forth.
On his 17th birthday he enlisted in the Imperial Legion, when they learned of his history with the temple he was assigned to all the blessings and rights of the fallen, a task he some what despised, He had spent enough time in the company of death, watching the elders and diseased of the village pass on. The 105th legion saw many battles over the next few years of the Argonian incursion as they fought to clam Black Marsh land from the lizard folk. The swaps of black marsh where a vile an dank place, with disease and poisonous plants at every turn. It was here the Ralvus honed his skills in healing, swordsmanship, and tempering metals. After his 5 year campaign he left the legion and returned home to Cheydenhal......
It was then he was asked to by (now High priest) Frier Thorn to join the Order of Arkays, knights of the circle.It was their duty to protect the Order and to fight it battles. Ralvus didn't mind as he got to do Arkays work, and still wield a sword. Slaying daedra and vampires, rouge werewolves from time to time. He had even taken to prying the teeth from the dead vampires with hope of someday forging a sword with them, much like the Dunmers armor made from bone.. One day they received a report that a cult of Sanguine had been kidnapping travelers for their fornication rituals, While raiding the cultists camp Ralvus met the most beautiful Altmer women he had ever seen, Avery Azuri was an alchemist captured by the cult, he knew she was the one, after a few months courtship the partook in the ritual of Mara, and were joined forever in the warmth of the 8, where they lived in Cheydenhal for many years
2E 581
With Emperor Varen Aquilarios missing, the nations around Cyrodiil grew restless and thirsty for power, they sought to clam the ruby throne. The war finally hit home for Ralvus, quite literally when Ebon Heart troops moved on Cheydenhal, there siege weapons tore the the walls of the great temple of Arkay, Collapsing the once majestic temple to near rubble killing hundreds including Ralvus's mentor High Priest Thorn, Ralvus and his wife Avery narrowly escaped with there lives fleeing to Avery's home in Summerset Isle. Ralvus vowed to spread the light of Arkay in all the Nirns darkest corners.... ARKAY'S LIGHT GUIDE YOU!
Born: 29th of Frostfall 2E,554
Age: 28
Title: Priest of Arkay
Race: Imperial
Brith place:Cheydinhal,Cyrodiil (Now War Torn)
Nicknames: Ralvs/Ralvy
Romance: Married to Avery Azuri
Family:Father-Euclid(dead)
Mother-Camilla(unknown)
Brother-Loredas(dead)
Rumors: "He used to serve in the Imperial legion right?"
"You know I've heard he carries a pouch of vampire teeth with him? How very odd"
"Is that Priest Maximus? He used to give funeral rights to the dead, then just up and left one day"
Personality: A calm and collected man, preferring the blade of wit over the blade of sword. But don't let his relaxed demeanor fool you, hes seen more combat than most, his time in the Legion hardened him, giving funeral rights to your fallen brothers is never any easy task. He's often seen as to brash for a priest of the 8. Also holds a deep hatred for anything profaning Arkays "Great cycle" Most notably vampires.
Back Ground:
It was the 31st of Evening star 2E 564, on a small farm outside of Cheydenhal, A new years eve, usually a time of celebration and happiness....
Ten year old Ralvus Maximus awoke to the smell of smoke and the sound of screaming. His mother violently jerked him from sleep, "Ralvy wake up we have to leave
blood fiends are attacking the town!" She took for the door nearly dragging the chubby 10 year old across the floor, the thatched roof of there Cheydenhal
home was nearly fully ablaze. Outside they ran for the one structure that wasn't on fire, the Maximus family barn. " Mommy, wheres father and Loredas?" I don't know she cried, you father went to check on the Canius family their farm was set on fire first, and I haven't seen you brother since just after the fire began,
he ran to get you father..
Just then they heard yelling from the courtyard "Mother! Ralvs? Father? ANYONE??" It was 16 year old Loredas Maximus, too afraid to move Ralvus's mother held him tightly.
He struggled to break her grasp, and made for the door of the small horse stall they had hid in, Just before he could shout "LOR....!" his mothers hand clapped over his mouth.
She shushed him, then he saw why, standing in front of Loredas were 3 shadowy figures, moving quickly they overcame him before he could even draw his dagger. They tore at his body like a pack of wolves, Blood spattered the moon lit snow, Screams of agony echoed though the hollow, then silence. Nothing but the slurping an screeching from the feeding vampires.
"YOU BASTARDS" Ralvus's Father Euclid yelled as he drew his sword and rushed the beasts feeding on his sons body, "Ill cut you all down for this"! Ralvus's father was a tall Nord man who had served 30 years as and Legionnaire, he quickly cut through the 3 pale thin monsters. He bent down to check Loredas's body he was wounded badly and gurgling on his own blood. Suddenly 5 vampires leaped from the roof of the the barn, surrounding Euclid and his dying son. Euclid drew his sword, stabbing one right in the eye, it let out a blood curdling scream falling to the ground, turning swiftly he cut the head clean off the Bosmer fiend, With two quick slashed he dispatched the other two, leaving only the tallest one. The Altmer vampire drew his sword. Circling each other Euclid exclaimed "What is your name blood fiend?".... "I am called Count Vonder Grogan, and like many cattle before you, you will be slain and fed upon as is the fate of all your kind".... "It will be a cold day in Oblivion before I let you hurt my family" Euclid shouted... "Going to save them are you? Like this one? pointing to Loredas's now still body" Vonder said with a smirk... "You'll pay for what you've done here blood fiend even if it the last thing I do!!!!".... "WE SHALL SEE!" screamed the vampire, raising his left hand, a powerful shock wave erupted knocking Euclid to his knees.
Sheaving his sword the Count, bent down an let out a scream of pain as his flesh darkened and huge bat like wings erupted from his back, his eyes glowing red, horns protruding from his head. " Now witness the power of a vampire lord cattle!" Euclid rose to his feet trusting his blade into the beasts chest,it snapped like a twig under a frost troll. The Vampire was unphased. With unnatural strength he grabbed Euclid by the neck raising him off the ground, snapping it instantly. He fell to the snow next to his dead son. Ralvus looked on in horror, his mothers hand still tightly gripped over his mouth as she whimpered as softly as she could. The winged vampire lord stood over the body's of his father an brother laughing wildly, then suddenly it turned and looking Ralvus right in the eyes, Camilla let out a gasp. The vampire leaped into the air its rotted old wings unfolded and it took flight. It moved faster than anything Ralvus had ever seen... Then silence....
It seemed like hours they sat alone in the icy barn, nothing but the cold wind whipping through the pines, and his mothers crying. Camillas sobbing grew louder and louder as she looked onto her dead son and husband. When out of nowhere a large grey arm burst thought the shale roof of the barn, grabbing his mother by the hair and pulling her thought the hole, Her screams echoed in the night sky then faded, leaving only Ralvus's sobbing and the cold wind of a new years eve...
When dawn broke the town guards made their way to the Maximus farm only to discover the body's of 7 vampires, two men, and a weeping boy kneeling in the blood stained snow. After the funerals Ralvus had no other family, he lived among the beggars and skooma addicts in the streets of Cheydenhal. Until one day the towns priest Frier Thorn took him in. He stayed at the Temple of Arkay over the next 7 years, learning the proper rights and rituals of sending ones soul to Aetherius. But deep down, Ralvus still wanted revenge, revenge on the blood fiends that tore his family apart. Revenge on anything that was as evil, that profaned the natural cycle of life and death that the great god of life Arkay had laid forth.
On his 17th birthday he enlisted in the Imperial Legion, when they learned of his history with the temple he was assigned to all the blessings and rights of the fallen, a task he some what despised, He had spent enough time in the company of death, watching the elders and diseased of the village pass on. The 105th legion saw many battles over the next few years of the Argonian incursion as they fought to clam Black Marsh land from the lizard folk. The swaps of black marsh where a vile an dank place, with disease and poisonous plants at every turn. It was here the Ralvus honed his skills in healing, swordsmanship, and tempering metals. After his 5 year campaign he left the legion and returned home to Cheydenhal......
It was then he was asked to by (now High priest) Frier Thorn to join the Order of Arkays, knights of the circle.It was their duty to protect the Order and to fight it battles. Ralvus didn't mind as he got to do Arkays work, and still wield a sword. Slaying daedra and vampires, rouge werewolves from time to time. He had even taken to prying the teeth from the dead vampires with hope of someday forging a sword with them, much like the Dunmers armor made from bone.. One day they received a report that a cult of Sanguine had been kidnapping travelers for their fornication rituals, While raiding the cultists camp Ralvus met the most beautiful Altmer women he had ever seen, Avery Azuri was an alchemist captured by the cult, he knew she was the one, after a few months courtship the partook in the ritual of Mara, and were joined forever in the warmth of the 8, where they lived in Cheydenhal for many years
2E 581
With Emperor Varen Aquilarios missing, the nations around Cyrodiil grew restless and thirsty for power, they sought to clam the ruby throne. The war finally hit home for Ralvus, quite literally when Ebon Heart troops moved on Cheydenhal, there siege weapons tore the the walls of the great temple of Arkay, Collapsing the once majestic temple to near rubble killing hundreds including Ralvus's mentor High Priest Thorn, Ralvus and his wife Avery narrowly escaped with there lives fleeing to Avery's home in Summerset Isle. Ralvus vowed to spread the light of Arkay in all the Nirns darkest corners.... ARKAY'S LIGHT GUIDE YOU!
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