Vesa écoutait attentivement chaque parole, hurlant de temps en temps, son visage impassible donnant peu de la curiosité enfantine bouillonnant en lui. L'apprentissage de nouvelles terres l'avait toujours fasciné, et bien que son père l'eût beaucoup pensé au sujet des différentes provinces burliennes qui l'entouraient, ainsi que des parties de Stonia sa marche bordée, les leçons avaient toujours été plus dans le but de le familiariser avec le terrain s'il devait se joindre à la bataille là-bas. Apprendre sur une autre terre uniquement dans le but d'élargir ses horizons se sentait tellement plus apaisant.
Il s'inclina légèrement la tête à sa mention de son sexe et de son manque de pouvoir réel, mais il garda sa langue, attendant qu'elle finisse avant de prononcer ses opinions. L'interruption lui semblait inappropriée, à ce moment-là. En outre, il a dû admettre qu'il était tout à fait en train de l'écouter parler. Peut-être était-ce son enthousiasme limité de parler de son royaume; de ce que Vesa savait, la plupart des nobles étaient soit trop humbles, allant jusqu'à maudire essentiellement leurs terres, ou étaient trop fiers, parlant de leurs terres comme si les rivières flottaient d'or et le ciel pleuvait.
"Lavesh, en effet," Vesa a accepté avec un clin d'œil, se souvenant des bâtiments bien entretenus, entretenu correctement les rues, et la foule animée qu'il avait passé sur le chemin du château. Il a lâché la gorge, toussant dans son poing, avant de continuer, "Merci, ma dame. C'était très intéressant." Il s'arrêta et s'inclina légèrement la tête. « Mon peuple n'était pas ravi quand j'ai remplacé mon père non plus. Il m'avait pensé comment me battre, mais peu sur la façon de gouverner. Cela m'a pris beaucoup de temps, mais j'ai fini par gagner leur respect. »
Il s'arrêta encore une fois, un fantôme d'un sourire qui clignotait sur son visage pendant une scission de seconde. "Je ne connais pas la façon dont votre cour est courue, ma dame, mais je pense que vous gagnerez leur respect, un jour." Il dit, et s'inclina légèrement la tête. Il pouvait déjà entendre Raiki le châtier dans sa tête pour avoir trop parlé. Il aurait dû simplement hocher la tête, donner son avis bref, puis changer le sujet, sa voix disait. Faire quelque chose de plus lui ferait paraître comme s'il donnait des conférences à quelqu'un au-dessus de sa station, ou quelque chose comme ça. Vesa n'avait pas prêté beaucoup d'attention quand elle avait essayé de lui apprendre les subtilités des interactions courtoises; il n'avait pris que les points principaux ici et là.
Juste alors, la musique a commencé à jouer. Des notes douces flottaient au-dessus de la foule murmurante, remplissant lentement l'air d'une douce mélodie. Malgré tout, l'invitation de Cassiopéia l'a pris hors de garde. La danse n'avait pas été quelque chose qu'il avait consciemment pensé, bien qu'il ait supposé que cela le rendait assez idiot. C'était une balle, après tout. -- De même, ma dame, répondit-il, puis il se griffa le cou. -- J'aimerais danser avec vous, madame, mais j'ai peur de ne pas être une très bonne danseuse. C'était, en fait, tout à fait un euphémisme. En dehors des séances de pratique avec Raiki - le nombre dont il pouvait compter d'une main - Vesa n'avait jamais réellement dansé avec quelqu'un auparavant.
Vesa Kaivarri, Marquess of Raikkavar
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 21
Nationality: Burlian
Physical Appearance
Vesa stands at 5'7", a little taller than most Burlians, thanks to his mixed parentage. At a weight of 140 pounds, he cuts a rather slender build; again, atypical of your average Burlian. He sports a pair of sharp, blue eyes, and coupled with his pale skin, he looks almost like a reflection of the coastal, snowbound march he rules. Again, atypical of most Burlians, he sports a head of pale, brown hair, messily cut with not much care with regards to fashion. Vesa has the face of a person who has probably never cracked a smile in years, looking dour more oft than not.
Character Appearance
For the most part, he prefers simple clothes to elaborate ones. His usual attire would be a dark grey frock coat, reaching down to his knees and cinched around the waist with a belt, the belt in turn supported by a thin shoulder belt. His pants would be of a lighter shade of grey, tucked into gaiters wrapped around his calves and boots. A wide-brimmed hat sits atop his head.
Coming from rough lands, Vesa prefers to keep himself well-armed, and has a sword hanging from his left, and two pistols on the opposite side.
Background
Had Vesa been born into any other noble family, and under the same circumstances, he would have been disowned from the moment of his birth, at the very least. The product of a drunken tryst between his father and the daughter of a travelling Edochean merchant, it was only thanks to his father's strong sense of honour - and the fact that he had neither children nor wife - that he agreed to raise Vesa as a legitimate son, and even potential heir to his title.
The north-eastern march where Vesa grew up was considered to be hard country, even by Burlian standards. Though there were fertile fishing grounds just off the coast, rough seas made venturing out a dangerous activity, if not outright lethal. Piracy and banditry were rampant, with brigands often hopping between the borders of Stonia and Burlia, making the job of hunting them down troublesome, if not outright impossible. As such, although Vesa was part of a noble family, he grew up in relative austerity, which was made even tougher due to his father's insistence that he learn how to fight and lead men almost as soon as he was able to hold a gun.
This proved to be wise on the older Kaivarri's part, as he met an untimely end during a skirmish with a particularly large group of bandits, leaving Vesa to become a full marquess at the age of sixteen.
Personality
Hard conditions breed hard people, and Vesa is no exception. Stern, serious, and seemingly without a trace of fun in his body, he often sounds older than his twenty-one years, even if he does not look it. Whatever little humour he has is expressed in sharp, direct, and sometimes bordering on being personally offensive, quips. A man with a strong sense of honour, Vesa has a special disdain for those who would neglect duty, or those who would abuse their powers or position.
Knowing the full story behind his conception, Vesa often feels ill at ease when amongst other nobles of proper birth, even within the Burlian court. Having lived simply, and with minimal luxuries, for much of his life, he feels discomfort even when in the presence of lavish displays of affluence; not that he finds it morally repugnant, but it is simply too strange for him. As such, Vesa often feels much more at home among commoners, and would much rather have his dinner in a local tavern than at a banquet, if he could have his way.
Other
- Respected and perhaps even loved by his people for his relentless efforts in fighting pirates and bandits, but thought of as a butcher by some outside of his realm, thanks in no small part to his brutal and merciless methods.
- Skilled marksman and swordsman. Not at the level of someone who dedicates their life to the art, mind you, but rather, he possesses the skill that comes naturally with not dying over the course of several skirmishes.
- Likes dogs and potatoes. Not necessarily in that order, or in that combination.