Post by Soleil on Aug 18, 2013 22:48:58 GMT -8
Name: Soleil Labores Unar
Age: 24
Class: Warrior (Level 1)
Sex: Male
Hair color: Brown
Eye Color: Gold
Appearance: images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091212051849/wot/images/6/68/Perrin.jpg
Body type: Soleil is six foot four inches tall. He weighs about two hundred and fifty pounds, with broad shoulders. He’s very well muscled.
Birth Place: Southeastern Elibe, Unar Manor.
Origin: Soleil is the son of a duke (Duke Unar) in Southeastern Elibe. He is fifth in line to be king of a very small kingdom called Matherin, being the only son of the king’s sister, and only nephew. His father being the King’s brother-in-law felt that the boy would never be king. Because of this, the boy was not thrust into the studies that fit a nobleman, and was left to do whatever he wanted. By his father at least.
From the day Soleil was born, his mother decided she would do whatever was needed to get him the throne. In the manor her husband held, she gathered some of the greatest teachers money could buy. Minstrels, philosophers, mathematicians, scientists, historians, sages, doctors, and students of the law. Soleil showed no particular talent in any of these studies, but was never considered stupid. While his teachers didn't think he would become a great thinker, but he was clearly educated. He had skills in other fields.
And a knack for violence, though never without just cause. He was a walking tower from the time he was ten, and constantly got into fights with other children. Whenever there was an eyewitness, it was made clear that he never started the fights. Commonly, a much smaller boy was being picked on, or a boy was outnumbered. His father was always proudest of him after those fights, and decided his son might have a glorious future after all. So when he was fourteen, in addition to his other studies, his father’s men at arms began teaching him how to fight.
He showed a decent amount of skill in all the weapons they taught the boy to use. Swords, flails, javelins, halberds, maces, daggers, anything they gave the boy, it was clear he wouldn't kill himself. With his massive shoulders, it was clear which weapons would best fit his hands. The axe, and the bow. He began learning tactics, and unlike in his academic classes, he showed true talent.
All through his life, his mother manipulated those surrounding the royal line, playing games with others vying for the throne. Attempting to set up marriages and weaken other families. She had to defend her family's position from the families lower in line, themselves trying to find ways to overtake Soleil’s position. Hoping to give Soleil the throne in his older age. The Duke was not the best father, he spent most of the time away in castle Matherin dealing with “matters of state.” He noticed his wife’s handwriting on letters about “How marvelous the king’s palace was,” that “she hoped that vile woman didn't actually hope to trick the king,” and how, “it is a glorious thought to think of the king’s son leading his men on the front lines.” The duke saw just about everyone in some blood relation to the king trying to maneuver and gain favor. He never tried any maneuvering of his own, the life of a duke was not difficult, and he didn't think the boy needed to climb.
He knew nothing of this, as he lived a life of luxury, spending his time outside of the classroom hunting, drinking, chasing women, and when the time came he was made a Lieutenant in Matherin’s military, no doubt due to his status in life. He was placed in his rank with no experience leading other men, and had trouble getting them to follow him with any sort of fervor at first. While Matherin was at war with a neighboring kingdom, a general ordered several lower officers to raid the enemy’s vanguard. When leading his men through the night, he got turned around. His men followed him all through the night, only to wind up back at their own camp.
Apparently, the enemy’s main army had caught up to the van just after the attack, completely destroying the raiding forces. Soleil’s men took their survival as his intuition, and began to show him more loyalty. Over the next three years he was not promoted, nor did his recruit a mass number of new soldiers. Almost all of the newer soldiers had at least a few battles under their belts. He and his soldiers grew familiar with each other, learning each others strength. After two and a half years, the neighbor became a subject, and Matherin doubled in size. The last year of Soleil’s life has been peaceful. In that time he’s grown restless, longing to be out in his element, with his men.
Personality: Soleil has lived a very controlled life. He’s never been starved, never had a true need that he couldn't fulfill, but he’s seen others who have. He is compassionate to those with a lesser lot in life, though he does slip into some selfish use of wealth now and then, mostly on things to get him drunk. He is loud, but unlike many men with a deep booming voice, he’s capable of speaking rather eloquently. He is particularly friendly until given a reason not to be. When he sees someone incapable of defending themselves being attacked, he becomes a practical raging bull. Stopping at nothing to protect the person he views as incapable of defending themselves. That is except when he drinks too much, he grows more aggressive, and less logical. As the son of a duke, he has had praise given to him for almost everything. This has caused him to be vain at times. He was molded by his mother into the person he was for one reason, to gather support from the common people in the case of his rise to power.
Age: 24
Class: Warrior (Level 1)
Sex: Male
Hair color: Brown
Eye Color: Gold
Appearance: images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091212051849/wot/images/6/68/Perrin.jpg
Body type: Soleil is six foot four inches tall. He weighs about two hundred and fifty pounds, with broad shoulders. He’s very well muscled.
Birth Place: Southeastern Elibe, Unar Manor.
Origin: Soleil is the son of a duke (Duke Unar) in Southeastern Elibe. He is fifth in line to be king of a very small kingdom called Matherin, being the only son of the king’s sister, and only nephew. His father being the King’s brother-in-law felt that the boy would never be king. Because of this, the boy was not thrust into the studies that fit a nobleman, and was left to do whatever he wanted. By his father at least.
From the day Soleil was born, his mother decided she would do whatever was needed to get him the throne. In the manor her husband held, she gathered some of the greatest teachers money could buy. Minstrels, philosophers, mathematicians, scientists, historians, sages, doctors, and students of the law. Soleil showed no particular talent in any of these studies, but was never considered stupid. While his teachers didn't think he would become a great thinker, but he was clearly educated. He had skills in other fields.
And a knack for violence, though never without just cause. He was a walking tower from the time he was ten, and constantly got into fights with other children. Whenever there was an eyewitness, it was made clear that he never started the fights. Commonly, a much smaller boy was being picked on, or a boy was outnumbered. His father was always proudest of him after those fights, and decided his son might have a glorious future after all. So when he was fourteen, in addition to his other studies, his father’s men at arms began teaching him how to fight.
He showed a decent amount of skill in all the weapons they taught the boy to use. Swords, flails, javelins, halberds, maces, daggers, anything they gave the boy, it was clear he wouldn't kill himself. With his massive shoulders, it was clear which weapons would best fit his hands. The axe, and the bow. He began learning tactics, and unlike in his academic classes, he showed true talent.
All through his life, his mother manipulated those surrounding the royal line, playing games with others vying for the throne. Attempting to set up marriages and weaken other families. She had to defend her family's position from the families lower in line, themselves trying to find ways to overtake Soleil’s position. Hoping to give Soleil the throne in his older age. The Duke was not the best father, he spent most of the time away in castle Matherin dealing with “matters of state.” He noticed his wife’s handwriting on letters about “How marvelous the king’s palace was,” that “she hoped that vile woman didn't actually hope to trick the king,” and how, “it is a glorious thought to think of the king’s son leading his men on the front lines.” The duke saw just about everyone in some blood relation to the king trying to maneuver and gain favor. He never tried any maneuvering of his own, the life of a duke was not difficult, and he didn't think the boy needed to climb.
He knew nothing of this, as he lived a life of luxury, spending his time outside of the classroom hunting, drinking, chasing women, and when the time came he was made a Lieutenant in Matherin’s military, no doubt due to his status in life. He was placed in his rank with no experience leading other men, and had trouble getting them to follow him with any sort of fervor at first. While Matherin was at war with a neighboring kingdom, a general ordered several lower officers to raid the enemy’s vanguard. When leading his men through the night, he got turned around. His men followed him all through the night, only to wind up back at their own camp.
Apparently, the enemy’s main army had caught up to the van just after the attack, completely destroying the raiding forces. Soleil’s men took their survival as his intuition, and began to show him more loyalty. Over the next three years he was not promoted, nor did his recruit a mass number of new soldiers. Almost all of the newer soldiers had at least a few battles under their belts. He and his soldiers grew familiar with each other, learning each others strength. After two and a half years, the neighbor became a subject, and Matherin doubled in size. The last year of Soleil’s life has been peaceful. In that time he’s grown restless, longing to be out in his element, with his men.
Personality: Soleil has lived a very controlled life. He’s never been starved, never had a true need that he couldn't fulfill, but he’s seen others who have. He is compassionate to those with a lesser lot in life, though he does slip into some selfish use of wealth now and then, mostly on things to get him drunk. He is loud, but unlike many men with a deep booming voice, he’s capable of speaking rather eloquently. He is particularly friendly until given a reason not to be. When he sees someone incapable of defending themselves being attacked, he becomes a practical raging bull. Stopping at nothing to protect the person he views as incapable of defending themselves. That is except when he drinks too much, he grows more aggressive, and less logical. As the son of a duke, he has had praise given to him for almost everything. This has caused him to be vain at times. He was molded by his mother into the person he was for one reason, to gather support from the common people in the case of his rise to power.
