RADVHET, SORREN ALOTEAR

[Sorren Alotear Radvhet]

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N A M E Baron Sorren Alotear Radvhet
N I C K N A M E S Baron Radvhet, Baron Maesser, Baron, Sir, or in the case of his adopted sons, Father. Hardly anyone is close enough to him to call him Sorren.
A G E 42
B I R T H D A T E November 3rd
G E N D E R Male
S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual, prefers women
O C C U P A T I O N Baron of Maesser, a mountain city in Carthonia West, near the border of Niendra East
M A G I C Baron Radvhet has trained extensively in his use of magic, discovering his aptitude as a child under the direction of his family's tutors, and building upon the fundamentals throughout his life. He sees magic as a tool of war and uses it as such.

Electricity Weaving: As the national element of Carthonia, Sorren inherited this power from both of his parents and the country to which he was born. Drawing electricity out of thin air, he can shock people to stun or kill, run a current through metal, create a fence with it, or any number of other feats. One of his favorites is surrounding his blade with a visibly crackling charge. He can also draw the power out of electric machines, rendering them useless. Though he can simply throw lightning around, he considers this inefficient and unimaginative, preferring more unique methods than an all-out battle of elements.

Persuasion: Like all the Barons of Maesser before him, the current Baron Radvhet showed at an early age a certain knack for getting people to do or give him what he wanted, simply by stating his case. He has honed this talent over the years, using it to inspire his people, keeping morale and productivity high through harsh times, settling disputes with unwavering finality, even sometimes wresting information from enemies. He also managed to make himself somewhat impervious to those who would use this power against him, "training" by pitting himself against his adopted son, Vaenes.

ADMIN CLASSIFICATIONS
Persuasion, Level 3, Class A
Electricity, Level 2, Class A

H E I G H T 6'2"
W E I G H T ~210 lbs.
B U I L D Tall, athletic, broad-shouldered. He's more toned than muscular, training constantly to keep his body in shape and his skills sharp. Most of his hobbies are physical as well.
E Y E S Colored the kind of hazel that tends to look a different color depending on the surroundings, the baron's eyes tend to have a penetrating quality to them, as if he can see straight into your soul.
H A I R Curly dark brown, kept somewhat short for the simple fact that he doesn't like having to tame it when it's longer.
I D E N T I F I E R S He has a short beard along his jawline and a goatee. He also wears an ornate metal band on his upper left arm, decorated with Carthonian and Maesser emblems, which he never takes off except when bathing in hot water. The name Thul'i is scratched near the bottom edge, though this is difficult to spot without looking closely.
A P P E A R A N C E Most people's first impression of this man is that he is not one to be trifled with. His is the serious, strong-lined face of a nobleman, and he carries himself accordingly. Being a Baron, Sorren is quite conscious of his appearance, always keeping well-groomed and dressing impeccably. He is not vain or overly attentive to his looks, but he knows the effect he can have. When you look like a person of influence, people treat you like one. When you don't, they may not take you quite as seriously. He is also aware of being fairly attractive, and has been known to take advantage of that fact with women he fancies.

L I K E S
+ training, being prepared
+ hot tea and a warm hearth
+ an occasional roll in the hay
+ efficiency
+ good food, good wine, good company
+ horseback riding
+ stimulating conversations
+ a good challenge or sparring partner
D I S L I K E S
+ slackers
+ wishy-washy people
+ traitors, back-stabbers, liars
+ rulers who have no regard for the people who serve them
+ having to follow legal procedure when it wastes time or doesn't get things done
F E A R S
+ the seizure or destruction of Maesser
+ Carthonia's fall to another nation (which he doesn't see happening while he's alive to stop it)
+ Carthonia's fall from within (all the more frightening because he wouldn't be able to prevent it)
+ the deaths of his adopted sons
S T R E N G T H S
+ intelligent and perceptive
+ persuades people to do his bidding or see his way
+ completely loyal to his country and sovereign
+ earns the respect of his people by keeping them safe and prosperous
W E A K N E S S E S
+ comes across as a bit too imposing to make actual friends easily
+ believes the ends outweigh the means, leading him to do some less than legal things for the good of the nation
+ blindly loyal to his king and queen to the point that he tends to overlook their faults
Q U I R K S
+ tends to pace or go for brisk walks when agitated, no matter what time of day or night
G O A L S
+ continue to make Maesser prosperous and safe
+ see his sons serve Carthonia and do well for themselves
+ help bring Niendra under Carthonia's rule
+ one day, marry and father a real heir to the barony
P E R S O N A L I T Y Radvhet is the consummate baron: driven, intelligent, with a genuine concern for the welfare of his city and country. Possessing little personal ambition beyond the betterment of his own city and its people, he has an unclouded loyalty towards the ruling family of Carthonia. He would like nothing more than to see its enemies destroyed, and does not hesitate to work towards that end. He has only contempt for Niendra, partly due to upbringing and partly due to his past. However, he is not all the proper patriot this may suggest. When ignoring protocol and cutting through red tape suits him (or even flat-out ignoring certain laws), he will do so to get things done. For this reason, he is seen as somewhat ruthless.

The baron does have a lighter side, though it is often tempered by the desire to give an impression of strength to his people, and it usually only comes out during festivities or when he is around his sons or other people he is fairly close to. He wholeheartedly enjoys a good time, whether it be with wine, women, or games of any kind. He is equally comfortable at the theatre or the hunting grounds. And while he is inwardly a somewhat affectionate man, oftentimes he does not allow himself to show it. He wishes he were closer to his sons and a more fitting father than his was.

F A M I L Y
Oreyn Radvhet ~ Father ~ deceased ~ former baron
Larriana Radvhet ~ Mother ~ deceased ~ former baroness
Vaenes Radvhet ~ Adopted Son ~ 22
_____ Radvhet ~ Adopted Son ~ 18
P L A C E . O F . B I R T H Maesser, Carthonia West
H I S T O R Y Sorren was born to a long line of Maesser barons originating from the Great War when Carthonia first lay claim to the then-small mountain town. His mother and father had been married for a few years by the time she became pregnant, and the birth was difficult. She was advised not to have any more children, so Sorren remained an only child. He was brought up to understand the role he would eventually take on as baron, given an education befitting a nobleman. His father was rather distant towards the boy, though the youngster did well in his studies and spent much of his time trying to please him. His mother was much more affectionate, consoling him when his efforts to gain his father's attention came to naught. Still, he loved them both, and had a fairly happy childhood.

When young Sorren was ten years old, his father was out surveying the construction of a new mine when it suddenly collapsed in on him and the workers, killing them all. Nobody knew how it had happened, but intelligence reports suggested it may have been the work of a group from Niendra. Their government denied all involvement, but no one in Maesser believed that. In her husband's absence, Larriana stepped up as baroness, assuming his duties as capably as he had himself. Though Sorren admired this new, strong side of his mother, she now had less time to devote to him, and he began to feel slightly neglected. Seeing this, she invited one of his distant cousins, a boy his age, to stay in Maesser for several months a year as Sorren's companion, offering to pay for tutors and raise his station in life. The boy's family happily agreed.

At first, Sorren and Thul'i seemed to hate each other. They competed against each other in everything, and despite whining to his mother, Sorren was made to treat Thul'i as an equal in every regard. However, when they began training in combat, enmity gave way to rivalry, and rivalry to friendship. By the time the boys were 14, they were inseparable. They got into all sorts of shenanigans together, dressing like peasants and sneaking out of the manor, drinking in the local taverns, putting on impromptu play-swordfights in the town square. Thul'i started everything, Sorren being the more cautious one. He admired his friend's carefree attitude. As the years went by, he began to realize he was developing feelings for Thul'i, though he kept them hidden for fear of losing his best friend. When they turned 18, Thul'i announced he was going to join the city watch. Sorren, desperate and thinking this was an unnecessary risk, finally declared his feelings, and found that Thul'i felt the same. The two became lovers. They weren't ashamed of their relationship, but they kept it just private enough that the townspeople could only wonder if the rumors were true. They found this amusing.

Two years later, when they were both 20, several Niendran spies attempted to infiltrate the city. Thul'i was on watch that night and was stabbed in the side. Though the guards managed to kill the spies, Thul'i had to be taken back to the manor, where he died in the early hours of the morning, Sorren at his side. Losing his best friend of ten years and the man he loved hardened him. He turned his grief into action, throwing himself into further perfecting his knowledge of politics and running a prosperous city. Not a year after Thul'i's death, Sorren's mother turned the rule of Maesser over to her son. He did his best to follow in his forefathers' footsteps. People began to see in him a strong leader who would keep them safe from Niendra.

One day while wandering about the city, when the baron was 26, he witnessed a little boy arguing intently with a baker. The baker was notorious for his stingy attitude, never giving his bread to beggars, which the boy clearly was, but he gave the boy some bread anyway. When Baron Radvhet asked him why, he said the kid had made such a good argument for it that he couldn't refuse. He added that the boy was known around the city for being so persuasive and that he used his talent to get food for himself and his younger brother. The baron recognized potential when he saw it, and caught up to the boy in an alley with his brother. After a brief conversation, he decided they were worth the effort and offered to adopt them. Vaenes, the one with the power of persuasion, was 6, and the brother was 2.

Sorren brought the boys up with the values he thought were right: integrity, loyalty, strength of mind and body, and a dislike of all things Niendran. He tried to be the loving father his never was, but didn't always know how to go about it. And since his work kept him so busy, especially as he began to prepare for what he saw as an inevitable new war, the boys were often left in the care of Larriana. However, as the years passed, it became apparent that his mother's health was failing. Eventually, when Sorren was 37 and the boys were 17 and 13, Larriana died. Since then, he has tried to spend more time with his sons, but isn't always able to do so. Tensions between the three nations of Ceradonia are higher than ever, and he knows that war is only just over the horizon.

C O D E . W O R D Wyeshing
S A M P L E . P O S T Thul'i was putting on his shirt in front of his dresser mirror, his sandy-blonde hair in unkempt waves nearly to his shoulders, when Sorren flung open the door and stormed into the room. Thul'i closed his eyes, not turning from the mirror, knowing that if he did he would only see Sorren's angry face staring back at him.

"What is this I hear about you joining the city watch?" Sorren demanded, struggling to keep from shouting at his best friend. He was upset, to be sure, but he still looked every bit the nobleman's son, right down to his unflinching hazel eyes and short, dark curls. He did indeed fit the label of 'tall, dark, and handsome.'

Thul'i sighed, still not turning to face him. "It is what I wish to do to serve my country. You can't stop me."

"I can and I will! Do you forget that I am the son of a baron? It will not be long before I am a baron myself! I have the influence to have your name erased from the list of candidates," he said, putting his power of persuasion into his words.

Thul'i turned slowly, looking as if he would acquiesce to Sorren's wishes, but then he shook his head from side to side as if to clear his mind and glared at him accusingly.

"Don't you dare use your powers against me," he growled.

The dark-haired young man's face colored and he staggered back a step as if receiving a physical blow. He had never used his power against Thul'i, not in earnest. How could he ever do that to his best friend? But he was so desperate to stop this, he didn't know what else to do.

"I'm sorry, I just... Please, you can't do this. You know how dangerous it is! I couldn't stand it if something happened to you, because I--" he cut himself off. What was he saying? He was about to stumble into something he could never take back.

"Because you what?"

"Nothing. I shouldn't have said anything."

"Don't keep things from me! Tell me what you were going to say!"

"Because I love you, that's what!"

The silence lasted a moment too long. "You don't mean that," Thul'i said quietly. His eyes narrowed, but there was a look in them that made Sorren hope against hope that maybe, just maybe, their friendship wasn't ruined after all.

"I do. Maybe it doesn't make any sense to you, but I can't help that. I've felt this way for a long time, but I never thought... I didn't want to push you away."

For almost a minute, nothing happened. The two young men simply stared at each other. Sorren worried that he had said too much, that this would change things, that Thul'i would walk out the door and leave his life forever. But that wasn't the case. The blonde came forward suddenly and hugged the young baron to him tightly. Sorren was too surprised to respond for a moment, then hugged his friend back.

"It makes perfect sense to me," said Thul'i, his breath tickling the back of Sorren's neck. "I'm only sorry you thought I wouldn't understand."

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