Amare Internellis

Au cours de cette mission, l'Amare nouvellement séquestré était calme et n'a pas dit un mot. Il était préférable de garder la tête froide pendant ce genre de situations, ou du moins de faire semblant. Son expérience en tant que subordonné dans ses années plus jeunes lui avait certainement été bénéfique et puisqu'il était maintenant l'écuyer de Jehan - il suivait les mêmes règles qu'il voulait habituellement: juste regarder, écouter, et faire. À l'âge de 21 ans, il pouvait dire qu'il souhaitait un poste plus élevé, mais en fin de compte, il supposait que tout le monde commençait quelque part et bien qu'il fût un peu vieux pour être un écuyer, Amare était au moins reconnaissant qu'il était devenu un écuyer. Et comme la plupart des squires le feraient, il se tenait près du côté de Jehan dans la grotte sombre. Pendant tout ce temps, ses poils minces de cendre sur sa peau se levèrent et son souffle s'approfondit au fur et à mesure qu'ils entraient.
C'est bien un petit endroit... qu'Amare pensait à lui-même presque de moutons. Sa respiration devenait d'autant plus lente, son cœur battait faiblement contre sa poitrine qu'il devenait d'autant plus anxieux que lui et sa compagnie plongeaient dans l'obscurité de la grotte stérile. Chaque pas vers lui se sentait plus lent que le dernier plus profond qu'ils allaient. De l'extérieur, Amare entendait les sons de la forêt luxuriante derrière eux s'évanouir, échouant hantement et devenant d'autant plus faible que le groupe progressait vers l'avant. Silas a ensuite allumé une torche, mais pas avant que la grotte elle-même ne commence à émettre une lueur bleue envoûtante.
C'est presque comme si cet endroit était enchanté. Il pensait, presque complètement à l'ouestruck aux lumières paisibles et intrigantes de la grotte intérieure et à mesure qu'ils marchaient, la grotte est devenue plus froide. Il y avait cependant quelque chose d'énergique à propos du silence, de la façon dont les ténèbres se cramponnaient dans son esprit malgré la lumière, et du froid qui s'attardait sur sa fragile peau pâle. Dans sa petite expérience de mercenaire, les tranchées étaient assez souvent plus froides que la température de surface, mais il ne pouvait pas imaginer ce que ça ferait dans une grotte! Amare n'était pas déçu, mais il ne voulait pas non plus vraiment quelque chose.
Néanmoins, il est resté aux côtés de Jehan alors qu'il a juré qu'il le ferait au chevalier et a boutonné son gilet en cuir léger pour combattre la baisse des températures. Pendant ce temps, Amare a laissé son sens de l'aventure submerger tout doute. L'intrépidité doit vaincre la peur face à quoi que ce soit, et s'il doit prouver à Jehan qu'il est vraiment l'écuyer dont il a besoin, il doit certainement montrer au noble le premier. Cependant, alors qu'ils marchaient plus loin dans la grotte, Amare est entré dans un goo qu'il ne pouvait pas faire en raison de l'affaissement de la grotte et de ce qu'il supposait était du fumier avant de la brosser contre le sol froid et dur. Peut-être n'étaient-ils pas les seuls à avoir traversé sa grotte.
Je ne pouvais pas imaginer que ma journée empire.. Il se plaignit à lui-même bien que juste quand cette pensée même était entrée dans son esprit, Silas avertit que le groupe en effet pas seul dans ce misérable endroit. Depuis les coins de la grotte, une pléthore des créatures les plus lugubres qu'Amare ait jamais vues. Ils étaient des araignées, grimpant vert plus près qu'ils approchaient du groupe. Sans hésitation, Amare déchaîna son sabre de bâtard Daeniel et se répara une fois de plus pour un nouveau combat. Tuer quelques araignées envahies? Ce ne sera pas si mal, j'espère. L'écuyer poilu de Ashen s'est menti. Sa seconde pensée optimiste semble inébranlable, mais seulement pour être écrasé par ce qui allait arriver ensuite. Une grande araignée mère émerge alors de plus en plus profonde dans la grotte, son corps resplendit presque aussi lumineux que le soleil dans la grotte peu éclairée et parle à la compagnie de façon menaçante. Une araignée qui peut parler? Non, pas du tout. Il s'est dit, enfilant son sabre de bâtard dans son fourreau en cuir bouilli. C'est là que Silas a donné l'ordre de courir.
"Par tous les moyens, nous allons nous marier comme un lapin et sortir d'ici!" Amare a crié, se tenant derrière Jehan et s'est préparé à courir tout en couvrant le noble s'il devait avoir des ennuis. De son gilet en cuir léger, il tira un des couteaux qu'il avait toujours gardés pour des situations comme celle-ci et garda un poignard dans l'autre main. Je n'ai jamais eu à m'en servir et j'espère que je ne le ferai jamais, mais je serais damné si ça me manque. Il s'est dit lui-même.
Name: Amare Internellis 
Nickname: 'Mare
Age: 21
Gender:  Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 178 lbs
D E T A I L E D I N F O R M A T I O N
Social Class: Middle Class Citizenry
Titles: Low-born.
Appearance: It is by no doubt that Amare is a handsome man as he consists of mainly broad facial features from his father who is originally from the south. He also consists of sharp facial features to compliment his mystical appearance along with his light pale skin. His long, messy hair is the color of ashen, a color of the peoples who dwell in the northern mountains of the Empire of Men, the place of his mother. Amare is also a thin man, though well-built and agile, the ideal physique for a fighter.
O C C U P A T I O N A L A N D F I G H T I N G A B I L I T I E S
Occupation: Adventurer, "Entrepreneur"
Equipment:

Daeniel - Bastard Sword
Wooden Shield
Two Daggers - One tucked away on his jacket, another wrapped on his right boot.
 Three Throwing Knives
Two hidden, small belt knives - One hidden in his wrist, another hidden near his collar.
Boiled Light Leather Armor
Boiled Leather Trousers
Three Undershirts
Two Trousers
Rolled Sleeping Bag - Made of Seal Skin
Small Backpack - Leather
Three Wine Bladders - Leather, one is usually filled with wine.
Five Pairs of Socks
Leather Boots
Yew Bow with Twenty-Five Arrows


Fighting Style:

 Unarmed: (When striking) Southpaw, slugger. Average wrestler.
 Armed: Daeniel - Bastard Sword
 Long-Ranged: Yew Bow with Twenty-Five Arrows


Notable Combat Abilities: Though Amare Internellis knows how to definitely handle himself against foes, he's not always the best when it comes to fighting unarmed and rather often finds himself wanting to fight his foes by the sword, something he is most notably growing to be excellent towards. In fact, his talent with a sword has begun to pave a way for his dreams of becoming a world-class swordsman as he aspires to be a well-known veteran of swordsmanship, as famous as the many heroes from tales depicted over the centuries, and many who have the skill to yield a sword to use it would say he has potential. Though he has a lot of learn in order to to so. Other than his abilities to yield a sword, or shot an arrow from a bow, Amare knows one basic healing spell he can perform, though being quite mediocre and only capable of handling deep lacerations and preventing infects. Amare does not know the name of this spell, though he did learn it once from a mage which he found to be useful.
P E R S O N A L
Hobbies/Pastimes: Breaking up bar-fights, playing chess, venturing into the world, sword sparring, hunting, fishing.
Talents/Skills: Swordsman, excellent chess player, sailor, proficient navigator.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Amare Internellis is a quiet, reserved young man, often choosing only to speak when spoken to, or whenever he needs though at times can make sly, witty remarks at times. Many consider him to be quite smooth in social settings, though often abstaining from social settings and not really considering being part of them recreationally. Despite being superficially educated, Amare is quite intelligent as most good mercenaries are, often being able to survive on his own and out-smarting his opponents. Amare likes to consider his slyness as just a gift he has and claims that if he didn't he would be alive. Apart from his social and physical 'slyness', Amare is quite humble, not really quite considering himself to be great for he knows he has much to learn. In addition to this, Amare is also quite loyal to those who do well to him, often having the inclination to do something in return. Though having such good attributes has also almost equally bad ones, Amare is quite considerably honest, too honest at times to the point where a person could easily call him rather blunt or arrogant if he corrects them. His days thus far as a mercenary has however, also made him into a cautious man, often walling himself from others, seeing most people as untrustworthy and opportunistic. Inside he became bitter and cold towards other who harbor any feelings towards him, often wanting to part in emotional connectivity.
B I O G R A P H Y
Amare Internellis was born in the Empire of Man, in a small port-city essentially owned partially by his father, a businessmen having to be brought into the world well-to-do. Born as a fifth born son to a young, beautiful northern mother and a arduous father from hailed from an entrepreneurial family, Amare quickly began to be known for his ashen hair, being the only child to have the hair of his mother and her forefathers. His entire youth was spent being primarily raised by his nurturing mother, Marae, and strong-willed brother, Emeraccho, who led the household in his father's absence and taught him how to use a sword. This isn't to say that the father, Brys Internellis, was not absent in the household out of choice. Rather, he was a travelling business man, often visiting the ports miles from home and returning to count his gatherings before drinking his troubles away. For he was an Internellis and thus an inherited businessman while at the same time - the epitome and living embodiment of what many considered an Internellis: he was intelligent yet indolent, avoidant yet cautious when need be, humble yet never quite admitting to defeat. One defeat, most notably, was the most devastating blow he had ever taken which is one main inclusive reason to why Bellrys began to drink to start with.
Though he was not born of an illustrious, or even lower born noble family, the Internellis family was quite well-to-do being neither extremely wealthy, nor part of the lower-serfdom. The family had been, for hundreds of years, brought up into fine residential households and had possessed a handful intelligent and educated members of the household name. Some may say that this would bring up a breed of spoiled children, though despite this, Marae was a discipline yet gentle woman who would easily bring her children to calming consolation and kick the behind of her sons by tip of a boot if need be. It is reasonable that he grew to be 'correct' as many of people of the town would call the children of the Internellis family. Their father would often come home, ready to be greeted happily by his children as reassured by the mother of the household and lecture them on the importance of running a business which Amiartys would grow to despise.
A commodore of the Empire of Man had inherited by fortune, a flood of incoming revenue due to the port he owned just years before it had become an official main fishing port and tourist attraction though it not had originally been his own land. For the land once belonged to Bellrys the chief businessman/entrepreneur of the Internelli family, who sought to sell the land due to a loss of income and what he considered to be a 'useless land', not realizing the man was standing on top of the soon-to-be-built port of a large, enriching coast of the infamous attraction.
As he grew into a 'man', which he considered to be a age 15, Amare left home to live on his own and considered himself a loathsome burden to his family. Insisting to stay, his mother persuaded him to stay around the area he grew up in and became a recruit in the infamous, yet smaller version of the mercenary company known as 'The Men of the Scarlet Coats' which was just a few ten miles from where he was originally born and fifteen from where they lived. It was there that he would abstain from his predisposed and unwanted succession into business by his father and become a soldier to fight the Emperor's wars for money, being taught so with a sword and discovered his talent for yielding such a great weapon. Though he did not wish to participate in his father's business, he did vow to never miss and opportunity the same way his father once did.
Over the course only three years, Amare was often sent with his colleagues to ward off the many hordes of opportunistic raiders on the borders of the Empire of Man where he was later established in a larger Scarlet Coat hang-out based there. Often writing and sometimes visiting home, Amare honed his skills as a notable warrior. To make a rather long story short, Amare would later jump from one guild or mercenary company to the next, often making his fortunes in helping gather young men to collect taxes for lords, or hording off raiders from villages, and even killing. Though despite this, it was not something any other mercenary could've done, he was good many could admit, though he has quite a lot more to learn if he is to be the great warrior he dreams of becoming. For he was inexperienced and quite often held himself back from doing anything too out of his level. Maybe this time, he could find good company among the Blood Rose Irregulars.
O T H E R
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC