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Erik Brandt
Topic Started: Apr 20 2008, 03:14 AM (287 Views)
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rather cute and sorta innocent, but in a death kinda way
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Name: Erik Brandt
Age: 15
Gender: Male

Country: Lascia
Class: Vigilante
Starting Town: Partholon
Chosen Weapon: Short Bow & Arrows

Appearance: Erik has brown eyes and short, darker brown hair, and his skin is moderately tanned. However, few know his eye colour because he seems to be naturally squinty, which makes it look like his eyes are always shut. This doesn’t seem to affect his sight at all, but he doesn’t flinch from visual stimuli or hesitate in the darkness or when his vision has been impaired, either. This is because he sometimes actually does close his eyes, or go out in darkness, so he can make his way around places he knows well even without being able to see. He is a bit clumsier when he does this, though, as he is usually naturally graceful.

He wears an old, loose brown cloak, mostly to protect his other clothes, as he can’t often replace or clean them if they get dirty or torn. Underneath, he wears a leather breastplate-like vest over a short-sleeved shirt and black pants, as well as a belt. For footwear, he wears sandals.

Erik has a moderate amount of muscle mass, and is a bit taller than average. He also has long, thin fingers, and hands which are strangely paler than the rest of his arms, gradually becoming darker-skinned up his forearm. He also has his fair share of scars, mainly from practice, and partially because he kept picking at his scabs to purposefully give himself scars when it would have otherwise healed without problem.

Personality: Erik always seems calm and happy, at least in his appearance and tone. He usually wears a serene smile and looks totally relaxed, even when fighting. He does this on purpose, because he thinks it gives him an admirable image, but it has helped him remain calm under pressure, and even if he’s furious, he can use it as fuel instead of acting irrationally.

He thinks that what other people think of him is important, so he tries to make himself look good and act in a way that would make people respect him, whether they actually like him or not. He also wants people to underestimate him so that he can catch others by surprise, which clashes a bit with having them respect his skill, so he’s determined to show respectable prowess to the world at large while being an expert at everything he tries.

Erik is highly competitive and wants to be the best, but also always tries to present himself as mediocre, which makes it harder for him to gauge how good he really is compared to others. He prides himself in being much better than he seems, and because he doesn’t usually fight with his true skill, he can tell himself that he’s much better than the opponent even when he loses. However, he still doesn’t like losing unless he decided he was going to lose beforehand, nor does he like realising that someone really is much better than he is at his best.

When somebody is better than he is or has something he doesn’t have and can’t get, even if it’s something he hasn’t worked hard to get good at or is something he doesn’t really want, he becomes envious of them. He’ll want what they have and more, and will think it unfair. Additionally, he always wants more than what he can have, and when given the option to choose between things he could get, he’ll want them all even if some of the options aren’t that useful. He doesn’t let his greed show, because he wants to be able to keep up appearances, but it can cause him to dislike someone if they don’t let him have everything available. Variety, quantity, and quality—he wants it all, whether it comes in material objects or not.

Erik likes the sight of blood and the thrill of beating someone else, and both of these help motivate him in battle. Because of this, he prefers powerful pokémon that can cut over pokémon with other types of abilities, but wielding something so similar to magic—something he has always wanted—is something he’s always dreamed of, so he doesn’t mind pokémon with elemental abilities under his control.

Biography:
Erik was the second son of a Lascian knight and mercenary, and had an older and younger brother. All three children were taught to fight, especially with swords, but they learned to fight with a wide variety of weapons. Erik became especially good at archery, which was the only thing he was actually better than his older brother Nikolai at. He wasn’t as good with the sword as he was supposed to be, especially since everyone else in his family specialised in swords, and because he always played down his ability, he appeared even worse at them than he really was.

He went to school and strived to be fifth place in the class while actually being much better than the best in the class, but he didn’t succeed in either of those, being much lower than he originally thought. This didn’t matter as much to him because he was more interested in learning to fight, and he didn’t really care about this academic stuff anyway, but he still didn’t think he was book-smart enough for his liking. He grew to love reading, and would read anything without regards to genre. He enjoyed reading non-fiction when he could, because he thought it would make him smarter and he also wouldn’t have to read between the lines—something he found pointless, although he still struggled to become good at it.

Nikolai would inherit everything upon their father’s death, Erik knew, unless Nikolai died without leaving any heirs behind. Several times, Erik tried to “accidentally” give him a grave enough injury so that Nikolai was no longer an heir, but Nikolai had too much more experience and strength. Erik then decided to try another way of getting things without having to work hard for them. He and Matthew, his younger brother, taught themselves to steal whenever they went to Drogheda, and would sometimes visit there just for that purpose. Erik was always paranoid that he would be caught, though, so he knew that this couldn’t be his way of life, and he wasn’t able to practice as much as he wanted. Matthew didn’t have any such qualms and became a better pickpocket without ever being caught. This would make Erik jealous if he didn’t consider himself Matthew’s teacher. Matthew and Erik became close friends as they grew up with few major problems between them, and Matthew knew more about Erik than anyone else did.

His father died in battle a few years ago, and all of his belongings went to Nikolai as expected. Nikolai left as a vigilante and helped support the family with the money he sent home. He then went on to become a vassal, trying to follow his father’s footsteps. As far as Erik knows, Nikolai never shed a tear for the death of their father, and while at first Erik thought Nikolai was heartless and was actually happy for it, he decided that he was just being weak because he was letting his emotions show too easily.

Nikolai had a likeable personality, and everyone they knew seemed to like him, which was another thing Erik was jealous about, since it seemed to come naturally. Nikolai didn’t even have the sense to be smug about his inheritance or popularity—he was always so nice and helpful—so Erik couldn’t feel justified in disliking him, and even occasionally felt a little guilty. He couldn’t help but like his brother sometimes, although he really didn’t want to

Because he didn’t want to be too much like his hated brother, Erik decided that he would never become a Vassal, although he felt uncomfortable with opposing the law entirely.

His mother died recently at the hands of an outlaw, but this time it was Erik who took it upon himself to be strong for his younger brother. He never saw the parallels between his situation and Nikolai’s, and wouldn’t even consider it. It was then that he decided that he’d also have to use his skills and work, but he insisted that Matthew stay behind with the family of some friends, who had offered to take them both in. He claimed that he didn’t want Matthew to die too, but he also didn’t want the burden of taking care of someone he knew couldn’t fight as well as he could. The fact that Matthew was better with the sword than Erik was didn’t even cross Erik’s mind.

RP Sample: “Do you see a merchant’s van is over? I don’t see anybody helping the guy, so I think that he probably doesn’t have any fighters to help him. I think we could probably nab one of each weapon, and when I finally set off tomorrow, I’ll already have a lot of weapons to choose from in a fight.” Erik pointed at the cart. It had tipped over by the side of the road, and there was nobody else in sight save the man to whom the cart probably belonged. The man was unarmed, although several weapons had fallen out of the cart, and the only possible threat would be the ponyta that had been pulling it.

The ponyta’s flames burned brightly, illuminating the night. If Erik and Matthew ran off, they would disappear into the darkness, and the ponyta couldn’t follow because of the cart.

Matthew chuckled. “How would you even be able to carry everything?” He turned his head to look at the man’s predicament. The movement and a badly-timed breeze flicked his long ponytail into Erik’s face, but he decided to pretend it didn’t happen.

Instead, Erik grinned. “I believe that it should be easy. As I imagine it, I could strap the staff and lance to my back, stick the daggers and sword on my belt, and carry the bow in my hand, or stick it on my back when I need to use something else with two hands. What do you think?”

Matthew smiled, but looked away and didn’t answer.

Erik was reluctant to actually go do what he said, especially since Matthew showed no signs of wanting to help. He instead looked at the cart and at the many weapons that had fallen out. A katana, unsheathed for whatever reason, glinted in the light of the dancing flames.

They both continued to watch as several arrows suddenly lodged themselves in the ponyta’s skull, and the man yelled in shock and fury. Two thieves stepped into the light created by the ponyta’s flames just before the flames were extinguished. Matthew and Erik exchanged glances, then just continued to watch and listen as the man yelled incoherently.

“H…hey! You two! Stop right there and give me everything you have!” The threat was more like a conspiratorial whisper, and the brothers exchanged glances when a teenager stepped into view. The moonlight allowed them to see where the person was, and that he was holding a bow, but not much else. “Hurry it up or I’ll shoot at you!”

“I think that I’m not the one who should be afraid for his life,” Erik answered, pointing behind the boy. There was, of course, nothing there, but such a young, inexperienced, and obviously nervous person would probably fall for it.

Erik’s guess had been right, and the boy turned around. He actually turned his whole body, much to Erik and Matthew’s amusement. They both chose that time to attack. The boy was winded when Erik’s fist crashed into the back of his head, dropping both the bow and arrow, and Matthew kicked at the boy’s leg to trip him up while he was still off-balance. The boy cried out, and Matthew grabbed the boy’s arm and twisted it painfully as Erik grabbed the bow and arrow.

Matthew backed away from the boy as Erik took aim, and the boy slowly stood up, turning around to face Matthew without even noticing the danger he was in. Erik smiled serenely when Matthew pointed out that there was something behind the boy, and the boy fell for it again, turning around completely and raising his arms to defend himself. It was then that Erik shot him in the eye, piercing his brain and killing him instantly. The boy dropped on the ground.

“I believe these are mine.” Erik took the quiver from the boy’s back and attached it to his belt. He then took the other items from the boy’s body, unimpressed with the items; there wasn’t even any money. He searched the corpse again, hoping that these weren’t the only things the boy had, when finally, he found a real treasure—a pokéorb containing a pokémon.

“Lucky,” Matthew breathed.

“I agree.” Erik smiled at the find and stood up. The boy didn’t seem to have anything else.

Over by the cart, there was a flash, and another ponyta whinnied loudly. The light of the ponyta’s flames gave Erik enough light to be able to see two people with daggers. Without hesitation, Erik shot at them both, only hitting their shoulders. When they turned around, though, they each received three arrows to the torso, and fell over with screams. The ponyta finished them both off by stomping on their necks and either breaking them or crushing their windpipes – probably both.

“Are you okay, sir?” Matthew called as they walked over to the man. The man wiped his forehead with a cloth.

“Yes, thank you. Those outlaws caught me by surprise,” he admitted. “I don’t have much in the way of rewards, since I’m only transporting these weapons and I don’t own them, but I’ll try to repay you with some of what I have.”

“I understand,” Erik answered calmly, looking down at the blood leaking profusely from the two thieves’ heads. He suspected the man was lying, and thought that he probably could get several weapons if the man had been willing to give it away. He was just being selfish, even after Erik had saved his life.

“Need any help with the cart?” Matthew asked, eying a rapier with interest. The man shook his head, possibly guessing at Matthew’s intention.

“I’ll be fine with the help of my pokémon. And… here is your payment.” He held out a pouch of gold and a rope. “That’s all I can spare.”

“I am grateful for your generosity.” Erik took the rope and the money – honestly, a rope? – and stepped back. “I’m afraid we probably cannot help you further…”

“That’s fine. Again, thanks for your help, you two.”

Erik and Matthew said their goodbyes and left for home, ready to count the gold and check out the pokémon. By mutual agreement, Matthew would get the lockpick and some of the gold, while Erik would get everything else, especially since he was planning to set off soon. They both went to bed happy, Erik more so than Matthew, and ready for the next day.

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Erik snuck out of the house with his belongings, having woken up early. Matthew would have begged to come with him, Erik knew, and would have followed Erik when he refused. This was the only way to leave Matthew behind, and if this was what it took, he would do it.

He walked through the near-empty streets as the sky lightened, breathing in the fresh air. The sunrise really was beautiful, he thought, watching the sky change colour. He had several hours before Matthew would awaken, as they had been out so late last night, and he planned to enjoy every one of them before he chose a random route and left the place, finally starting the next chapter of his life.
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Wow! Great stuff! I reward ye 550 Gold Pieces and your choice of one of these pokemon:

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D: How do I pick betweeeen them ; ;

I'll go with sableye, male, with Recover and Psych Up for egg moves. I'll also call him Darkrai.
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