Post by Talon on Jun 7, 2010 21:47:19 GMT -5
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Name: Pravus Corripio
Age: 32
Race: Human
Appearance:
Pravus is the exact opposite of his brother when it comes to build. The only thing he has in common with Capio is his staggering height. However, where his brother is slim and fast Pravus is muscular and strong. He does not worry himself with being faster than his opponent, Pravus is patient and defensive. Though he cannot strike as smoothly and quickly as many he is incredible with his shield and armor. Small twitches help him block nearly every blow. This is made possible by the massive shield he equips and the large sword he uses with a single hand. Most men would need two to wield such a sword, but Pravus uses it with easily with one arm. So the strong man gets in close to the attacker, absorbing blows and bringing his blade down to where even the most fleet footed does not have room to run. His armor's weight is so great it would make most men fall to the ground, but it’s like a second skin to Pravus. Whereas Capio had newer high tech weave for quick movement and his double blade style Pravus relies on his strength. Since he works directly for Galbatorix this armor is heavily enchanted turning even brightsteel away. It is also enchanted to help withstand dragonfire, and it has been tested…against Shruikan himself. Pravus is like a tank and can drive a hole through the lines on his own. His armor is golden in color, but this is only the coloring used. Gold is incredibly weak and Pravus’ unique armor is made of the finest steel humans can use. It has many jagged edges and seems heavily decorated. However, most everything has a purpose for this Captain. The jagged edges lock in attackers’ blades, bringing them close to where Pravus can easily dispatch them.
His shield is nearly half his own height. Considering the gigantic size Pravus is this is no small shield. It weighs an incredible amount but it also provides amazing defense. This is a time and age where opponents may very likely have a dragon. Pravus has trained for this. He will not be simply lit on fire; he will be able to fight beyond such an attack. Both his shield and armor are heat resistant. All he has to do is hide behind the shield and weather the attack. Now speaking of his sword it also has several jagged edges, once again to trap attackers. Pravus doesn’t try to dodge opponents; he brings them in to his fist or edge of his sword. The large sword he wields is decorated, but once again it is meant to be long and wide so that it can strike down any attacker before they can get out of range.
When he removes his helm he is no less intimidating. His eyes are a bright red, nothing like his brother’s cool icy gaze. No, Pravus thinks Capio is weak and kind, and Capio was feared by many within Uru’baen. Where his brother might show kindness in his icy gaze Pravus simply has no sympathy for anyone. Though an excellent tactician on and off the field his men fear him. They serve without question and at a moment’s notice. Otherwise Pravus will see to their discipline and men have died from such a flogging. That red gaze can easily take down soldiers. There is a deadly fire in their light, something unearthly and incredibly unnerving. However, when it comes to hair color Pravus is exactly like his brother. The signature sign of the Corripio’s (along with great height) is incredibly bright orange hair. Not red or auburn, but a bright orange color. Pravus is not incredibly thrilled with this particular shade, but he lives with it and dares any to make mention of it. After all, he usually wears a gauntlet and he is not above striking the mouth of some snarky upstart.
Pravus always makes sure that he is clean shaven and his hair is neatly trimmed to a short length. He doesn’t let it stick up crazily like his brother. No he doesn’t let it touch his ears and keeps it under an inch. Pravus can’t be worrying about his hair during battle so it is necessary to keep it short. In order to keep up with wearing his armor he trains for nearly six hours a day. Three in the morning and three at night. In the morning he will go on a long run as well as do some sprints. Then he works on pull-ups, push-ups and anything else to build muscle. At night he wears full armor and practices sparring or routines over and over. Pravus trains like crazy and to exhaustion so that he will never tire before the enemy in battle. To put it simply Pravus is huge from all the training. He is at least 6’3” and every bit of him is muscle. His skin is nearly bronze from all the training outside though it is not quite as tan as it could be due to wearing his armor much of the day.
Naturally Pravus cannot always be in his armor. Whenever he goes without he makes sure he looks incredibly sharp. He keeps his entire simple and clean. Most often he wears a uniform for the Empire. Shined black leather boots and loose fitting pants. A tunic of black and red and sometimes a cape. He prefers to keep some type of bracer on and always keeps a knife on him. Pravus does
however like to keep his sword on him. He won't carry the shield, but his sword is normally carried on his back. Should it hang from his side it would be too cumbersome as it is too long and wide. So the scabbard attached to his back is normally the way to go. Since this can be too much at times Pravus has a back up short sword. He must, naturally, attend some of the Empire's functions. Though he will get dressed up he will never go unarmed. Pravus is trained in hand-to-hand combat, and needless to say someone as large as he is is very difficult to take down. Boxing and wrestling are as easy as breathing for him. But he still is never without a sword. There simply is no substitute.
Personality:
Pravus is downright cruel. There is not a shred of sympathy or remorse within him. He has raided for the Empire before and he doesn’t distinguish between attackers and those simply standing in his way by accident. There is no pride to be heard of. Pravus’ pride comes from the success and thrill of battle. It is the thieves and assassins he sees as despicable. Dancing and flipping about. Pravus believes them to be cowards, silly little women with their throwing knives and poisons. He is a servant of Galbatorix and wishes to be met face to face. Knights that fight him one on one are the honorable people. Those that attack as a group are the smart ones, but those that try to backstab are the pathetic ones. If Pravus so much as hears rumors of an assassin or thief he will try to catch the miserable creature alive so that he can teach them what it means to be a man. Before he tears their heart out.
However, his troops respect him. Pravus expects perfection in discipline and one hundred percent effort every single day. His soldiers are to be feared. The Varden can do little to them, let the Vardeners serve under Pravus and they will know fear. Actual battle is fun for the soldiers in comparison to their training. Despite what some would think Pravus is not some large brute that can’t think. He is not wry or sarcastic. Humor is not his thing. But tactics and books are something he sees as essential. His soldiers are required to learn how to read and write, and once they do he makes sure to distribute books to them. He wants smart soldiers that think for themselves. And he requires the same from himself. Making sure to study at any chance he has. He reads about philosophy and more, but Pravus focuses on military strategy. He is incredibly good when it comes to planning as well. More so than even his brother Capio.
Much like his brother Pravus despises magic. He is thankful that Galbatorix can utilize it however as Pravus’ armor is incredibly guarded against magical attack. Hopefully long enough for Pravus to get close to any dirty little magic users. To him magic is cheating and silly. Stupid and cowardly. Let magic reinforce your armor or weapon, but killing a man with such dirty tricks is ridiculous. So Pravus hates utilizing little wizards in battle and refuses their service. That is, unless Galbatorix makes him.
History:
Pravus Corripio is the older brother of Capio Corripio and the son of Malus Corripio. As the first born of the Corripio brothers Pravus was quickly sent off for training and servitude to the Empire. Malus himself was a high ranking general in his day. A proud soldier given the title of Lord and some land for his service to the Empire. The Corripio’s are proud and strong family that are known for their lack of sympathy. So when Pravus was born he was made to struggle and work for everything. From a young age he was forced to fight for ‘survival’ despite the luxury the Corripio’s lived in. When the Empire allowed Pravus was sent for training as a knight. Needless to say he did incredibly well. His early struggles as a child had made him stronger than any of the other pages or squires. Pravus was the pride of his family setting an excellent example for Capio.
Pravus was knighted and continued to serve the Empire. His entire life has been one of training and servitude. He doesn’t know how to show sympathy, he was never given any and would never think anyone deserves it. Mercy makes you weak and too much pride and chivalry will get you killed. Pravus was trained to be an intelligent soldier and his constant struggles shaped him into the incredibly well trained machine he is today.
Since the war with the Varden Pravus has been on the front lines. At the battle of the Burning Planes he was leading in the charge along one side. Him and his men were tearing through the Varden ranks like a hot knife through butter. Unfortunately those on either side of him could not perform the same actions. Had Pravus pushed further on he would have been surrounded by the Varden as the sides of those supporting his men were pushed back. So Pravus simply held his line awaiting support and orders from the higher generals. He was infuriated when they had to retreat. Had everyone trained correctly, had they fought like him and his men they would have never been defeated. His rage was so great that he charged forward into the Varden ranks, decimating those before him. Unfortunately he got himself cut off from his own men and was nearly trapped by the Varden. Fortunately he realized his dire situation before his rage wore off and he fought back through to the fleeing Empire ranks. He nearly started attacking his own men. Furious to see them running from the field of battle without of him. As a matter of fact he did cut one such Empire soldier down and bellowed at the rest of his men to turn round and face the enemy. No one dared disobey, and they retreated in an orderly fashion from then on.
Pravus waits for the day when he can once again attack the Varden. Especially if they are aligned with the urgals. He absolutely loves the challenge the large Kull present. Humans have never been challenging and in them he sees something fun that he must be careful with. He could care less about the meeting. But he is in a rage at this new third party. Such an attack is the stuff of worms. He would love to get in close to those that would dare use spies and bombs.
Roleplaying example:
A soft breeze swept the sand into gentle eddies, twisting and twirling like miniature tornadoes. The sun was high and its light flashed brightly on the rolling hills of the Hadarac. Heat rose from the ground and distorted the air, giving it a waving rolling motion. Overall the desert looked to be devoid of life, a complete wasteland incapable of supporting any creature, no matter how powerful. Anira knew better. She could feel the little pricks of life underneath the sand. Carefully she dug a small trench in the sand with a single talon. Lowering her nose to the ground she twisted her head to look closely at the trench she’d made. There quivering under her inquisitive look was a small desert mouse. Frozen in fear the small creature quivered and tried to blend into the ground. ‘Capio…take a look at what I’ve found hiding under the earth.’
A few yards away the rider was also bent looking at the ground. Running a finger in the sand Capio’s sharp icy gaze studied the ground in front of him. He barely registered Anira’s pleased tone, his mind wrapped around the signs written in the sand before him. “They were here not too long ago…” he muttered quietly. Anira’s eyes flicked towards her rider, staring at his back while he still inspected the ground. Rumbling deep in her throat Anira raised her head, releasing the frightened mouse from her gaze. The creature scampered away as the dragon’s piercing eyes drilled into Capio’s back. ‘All these wild chases are the same. Varden get to close to our patrol area and then we destroy them. And still you are obsessed with these little missions.’[/color]
Capio stood, his armor creaking as he straightened himself. Right hand resting on the pommel of his sword the rider lifted his head and looked far into the horizon. ‘It keeps my mind after other matters.”[/color] Silence hovered between the two, but it was a quiet understanding of each other and the matters that constantly hammered in their heads. Anira broke the still air by striding forward and coming to stand on her rider’s left side. Automatically Capio reached his hand out and rested it on her side, her warm scales sending a sense of strength through his veins.
‘It will end some day…’[/color]
‘…for now…[/color]
‘…let’s slaughter some traitors.[/color]
No further words were needed, with a flourish Capio turned, his hand leaving Anira’s side only a split second before he hauled himself up into the saddle. With practiced efficiency he buckled the straps for his legs even as Anira dipped slightly and leapt up to join the racing wind. The quickly rising heat from the sands filled Anira’s wings and drove her to fly faster. The lithe dragon was not the fastest of her kind, nor was she the most agile, but her beauty was unmatched in Capio’s eyes. That and her skill for finding her opponents weakness and exploiting it was amazing. Anira was balanced, in mind and body, and Capio had confidence that in a fair fight she could out perform any dragon. Save perhaps her mentors Shruikan and Thorn or the more experienced Saphira.
Capio and Anira kept careful watch over the land with their minds. Taking care not to expose themselves too much the pair simply let out a tendril of thought every now and then, tracking the fleeing Varden caravan. It wouldn’t take long to catch them; nothing on the ground could hope to outrun a dragon. Especially one determined to end things and get on with other more important matters. ‘They have a magic user with them.’[/color] Anira turned her head very slightly so that a single corner of her eye could look back at Capio. ‘So you’ve noticed as well.’[/color].
‘And how long have you known?’[/color]. There was a laughing glint in Anira’s eye as she turned her head forward, ‘I suspected since the beginning of this mission. No one can travel far in the Hadarac without being able to draw water from the ground.’[/color] With that in mind Capio checked over his wards, reinforcing some and trying to think of anything he might have to protect against. ‘Wards probably won’t be needed in this battle. I can simply torch the caravan.’[/color] Capio grinned and tapped the pommel of one of his swords. The steady sound cleared his mind, and the energy emanating from the jewel in the hilt gave him confidence. “One can never be too careful, and wards are a constant must…even a mighty dragon is thankful for a spell that protects its wings from annoying arrows.” Anira snorted in answer, a jet of flame shooting from her nostrils. ‘I thought you hated magic.’[/color].
A dark shadow crossed the rider’s face as remembrance of earlier days as a rider poured into his mind. Magic didn’t come easy to him, and Galbatorix had been very frustrated about that little matter…Capio had utterly despised magic, steel was a better way to fight. Much more honorable and to the point, the best man wins, no tricky spells or wards to mess with. However, lately he had been training day in and day out with magic. Increasing his fortitude and strength and becoming fluent in the Ancient language. His skills were noticbly better and Galbatorix was pleased with his progress. Capio believed any magic user without a dragon would be doomed if they faced him. It had taken the rider awhile, and it hadn’t come naturally, but using magic was like breathing now, and he was beginning to enjoy the feel of it. Magic was power…and protection…
Anira’s growl and a sharp blast of hot wind jolted Capio from his reverie. The dragon steadied herself against the blast, keeping to her path and letting the wind work for her. ‘You ought to be careful with your newfound affinity to magic…I wouldn’t trust those wards all the time…never let your guard down. Pride in magic would be your downfall.’[/color] Capio nodded, and felt a shiver run down his back as he realized what kind of danger one could be in should they rely too much on magic. He didn’t like it. One could always be confident with a blade, it was clear to see what would happen if you messed up. Magic was different, more elusive than and not as trustworthy as something substantial like a sword.
‘There.’[/color] Anira proclaimed, a low growl emanating from her throat as she spotted their targets. ‘They haven’t spotted us yet, but I can feel the feeble mind of that magic user…twenty?[/color] The sky blue dragon focused her eyes on the targets and tested the air, ‘Twenty-four.’ She proclaimed, her voice already dropping to a deadly serious tone. Anira was not the most bloodthirsty of dragons, but she was deadly efficient at her job. Capio nodded and slowly drew but one of his scimitars. ‘Don’t torch the wagons…Galbatorix wants them inspected…[/color]. Anira didn’t answer, but Capio felt her agreement all the same. Already the dots on the horizon were taking the shape of soldiers and horses…and was that? No it couldn’t be! ‘Why the HELL would they travel with CHILDREN?’[/color]
How did you find us? I am probably the oldest member from Lethrblaka, haha, so yeah found Erisdar once that place died
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