Vensi était assis dans la cour qui s'étendait au-delà des portes qui mènent à l'intérieur du parc du château avec un sac de pièces d'or à ses côtés et un poing doré serré ouvert seulement assez longtemps pour qu'il regarde à l'éclat avant de fermer son poing. Il s'hypnotisait avec la vue de la façon dont la surface d'or saisit la lumière du ciel. Un par un, il laissa tomber les pièces d'or dans le sac en écoutant les chiffres dans lesquels il comptait méthodiquement. Au point où il en a atteint dix, il a semblé à un perdu comme son regard a été attiré par le ciel surplombant. À la réalisation, il avait perdu le compte, maudit sous son souffle et jeté toute la poignée dans le sac et sorti une poignée fraîche pour commencer son compte à nouveau.
Il s'est penché contre le mur de pierre qu'il était assis à côté d'un soupir alors qu'il s'était finalement rendu en essayant de compter sa cachette alors qu'il découvrait une entreprise sans fruit et qu'il regardait plutôt vers la nouvelle arrivée et qu'il s'approchait de ses pieds à la vue d'un démon bien armé. Les gardiens semblaient n'avoir aucune hésitation à lui laisser le passé, ou du moins pas beaucoup, de sorte qu'il supposait qu'il ne devrait pas se troubler dans de telles affaires. Ce n'était pas son travail, son travail était de tuer des dragons et elle ne semblait pas en être un. Le plus grand des deux hommes qui l'avaient marché comme s'il était armé pour faire la guerre sur son propre Vensi non-nervé l'autre semblait être un garçon remarquablement frais face, encore plus que Vensi lui-même. Au moins, il aurait quelqu'un de son âge avec qui poursuivre des monstres.
Name: Vensi A. Zeppeli
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Nationality: Carnan
Appearance: Vensi stands at an impressive 6'2" which is punctuated by his wiry muscular build, which he goes to great lengths to maintain and not go above or below such a frame. The moniker 'A.' in his name originates from his ash like hair, thick and flowing with a gray consistency like streams of ash erupting from his skull to trail back as he keeps his hair slicked back to meet just above the apex of his neck. His complexion is a large subject of contrast to his hair as his skin sports a fair olive glow, his tan would be more severe if he would not prefer the cover of shade as he originates from such an arid local. His deep brown eyes are pointed upward slightly at the tips, his nose sports a rather large bridge which compliments his oval jawline. His armor is designed around the concept of deception. A medium sandy beige cloak drapes from on top his shoulders down to around his waist line to conceal the armor that hides underneath. His trousers are a sandy hue meant to blend into the desert areas of his homeland and are tucked into calf high leather greaves that offer his knees partial protection as they connect to knee guards. Hard leather plates spaced out by breathable fabric lie under his trousers to offer concealed protection. Under his cloak is a folding hard leather jerkin attached to a heavier steel shoulder pauldron on his dominant right arm. The inside of the cowl and hood are padded.
Equipment: Estus, 1 Khopesh, 1 Kukri, 10 throwing knives, Desert deception armor
Backstory: Vensi was raised with only his father figure as the Mother he'd never known had departed soon after his birth in pursuit of life better than what his Father could provide, which was stealing whatever was not bolted down and unbolting all that was. Had she'd known about his father's Kleptomanic tendencies beforehand she would have not had let herself fall for his rougish charm. Having grown up with only the influence of his father he naturally followed behind his philosophy of gain through theft and had become quite proficient at the craft. He was confident in his abilty, so confident in fact that in his hubris he'd attempted to lift valuables from the kingdom of Terrace while in his traversal of the world to exploit the growing fear against that dragons, most would attempt to make their homes Dragon proof neglecting the inclusion of him. His theft while in Terrace did not go nearly as smoothly as he'd planned which led to his death and subsequent revival as a member of the Undead. Denial of his own failure was not enough to carry him once the truth was undeniable, he'd failed. But perhaps his redemption would be in the defeat of the Dragons, in return for amassing all of the riches the Dragons are said to keep stockpiled he allied with Terrace in their effort against the Dragons.
Covenant: None.