Amare Internellis

La scène d'après une bataille a eu une sensation rancieuse, formidable pour elle. Il y avait des corps tout autour du champ de bataille déchiré par la guerre, bien que ce n'était pas le pire qu'Amare ait vu depuis un moment, ce n'était certainement pas différent de toute autre bataille. Ils étaient toujours des sites misérables et quelque chose qu'un homme ne pouvait jamais égratigner des limites de sa tête. C'est une chose d'entendre parler de la gloire de la guerre, si souvent romantique et pleine de contes de vaillants guerriers qui ont combattu honorablement, bien qu'une autre pour en témoigner de première main. C'était une surprise de voir de jeunes hommes si impatients de voir plus de sang couler.
C'était comme si la guerre était un jeu pour certains de ces gens, il pensait presque dédaigneusement. Le fait que les orques n'aient pas eu la peine d'essayer d'écraser leur armée pour le bien d'un dual, proposé à l'origine par un homme charismatique nommé Stefano était déjà quelque chose qu'il trouvait étrange. Pendant tout ce temps, la plupart sont allés voir ce sport sanguinaire. Amare lui-même en avait assez de regarder quelqu'un se battre, ou de se battre dès maintenant. La plupart du temps dans sa courte carrière comme membre d'une compagnie mercenaire, la plupart des hommes préfèrent passer du temps soit aveuglant leur peur et leur angoisse avec une assez grande concoction de l'ale ou passer leur temps dans la solitude bien que cette bataille était techniquement encore en cours et devrait être résolu parmi les deux dirigeants des deux armées pour le moment.
Amare ne s'intéressait pas au duel, surtout quand il voyait Jasper prendre l'exécrable quatre pouces d'acier dans son ventre. Il a fait tourner son estomac juste en pensant à la façon dont un homme pouvait résister à une telle douleur afin de sauver une vie d'un homme qu'il ne connaissait que pendant deux semaines. Il se sentait coupable, presque indigne d'être sauvé par un tel homme. Les yeux du mercenaire aux cheveux censurés ont baissé, son souffle aussi lourd de l'épuisement. Sachant que le vieil homme était pris en charge par un médecin, Amare a cherché l'occasion d'aider à rassembler les blessés avec plusieurs autres. Mieux vaut m'en servir, il pensait comme lui et plusieurs autres hommes l'ont fait comme ils l'ont dit, laissant le médecin qui a aidé Jasper hors du champ de bataille occupé.

Il a fallu un certain temps pour décider où mettre les blessés, il y avait des arguments parmi les hommes qui n'ont pas duré très longtemps quand ils ont rencontré un endroit juste en dehors du champ de bataille, un endroit légèrement boisé parmi les hêtres du camp. Un par un, ils ont rassemblé tous les soldats qui étaient partis vivants et ils ont pu se rendre sur ce site avec un total de 30 blessés, 7 morts et 5 dans un état critique. Jasper fut le dernier à être pris par Amare tandis que les autres hommes gardèrent les blessés sur ce site nouvellement fondé. Alors qu'il marchait vers lui, Amare vit que le vieil homme était encore traité par le médecin qu'il avait vu auparavant.
-- Comment va-t-il? Amare aurait pensé qu'il était un médecin régulier sur le champ de bataille, mais la façon dont il traitait le vieil homme, la façon dont ses mains tremblaient, le regard nerveux et concentré sur son visage a projeté un sentiment qu'il connaissait peut-être Jasper. Il était grand et lanky, avec de longues jambes qui ont germé de son corps mince, son visage long mais assez façonné avec un long nez crocheté qui complimentait son apparence occidentale. Il avait des yeux bleus profonds et n'était ni beau ni hideux, bien que porté sur un visage à la fois d'amitié et d'humilité dans sa jeune vie et portait une armure en cuir léger semblable à celle d'Amare. Le médecin s'en retourna et échangea un coup d'œil rapide avec le mercenaire aux cheveux censurés avant de retourner à Jasper.
"Je ne suis pas encore sûr. Vous vous êtes battus à ses côtés, n'est-ce pas?" Sa voix était amère alors que le jeune homme répondait, son humble apparence commençant à se tourner vers l'ennui et la colère. Amare pouvait presque dire qu'il y avait une langue tranchante attendant de lui piquer "Ne devriez-vous pas regarder le dual avec le reste de ce lot? Vous pouvez laisser mon père et moi en paix." Il a dit, agressivement.
"Il m'a sauvé la vie, je pense que je devrais me sentir prise en considération." Amare justifié, surpris qu'il n'ait jamais rencontré son fils dans les deux semaines qu'il a passées ici.
"Je ne sais pas s'il y arrivera. Il est inconscient pour l'instant, je ne sais pas quand il se réveillera à nouveau. S'il le fait... » Il a répondu, sa voix passant d'un ton amer et défensif à un ton plus solennel et attristé lorsqu'il a baissé la tête. Amare a profité de l'occasion pour examiner l'état du vieil homme. Il y avait des chiffons trempés de sang qui aidaient à arrêter le saignement qui était enveloppé autour de lui, bien que pris une quantité considérable de sang que même Amare, avec ce qu'il savait peu sur les sorts de guérison, savait qu'il n'y avait pas de guérisseur qui pouvait aider le destin de cet homme. La coupure était probablement de cinq pouces de ce qu'Amare pouvait deviner, et probablement le tuera. Il ne voulait pas y penser pour l'instant et il pensait que son fils ne pouvait pas non plus.
"Jasper a bien combattu, un soldat qui était aussi désintéressé qu'il était vaillant. Il n'y a pas de honte dans la façon dont un tel homme est mort." Silenced suivit ensuite, Amare pensait que le jeune homme n'était pas d'humeur à entendre quelque chose qui pouvait être confondu avec la pitié. "Quelques hommes armés ont ramassé les blessés vers le camp si vous voulez rejoindre u-."
"Merci." L'homme blonde hoche la tête avec sincérité. "Mon nom est Luke, mon frère regarde le duel, mais ne sait rien de ce qui s'est passé. Pendant ce temps, toi et moi pouvons ramener le vieil homme au camp." Luke a ajouté, avant d'atteindre dans son sac pour une couverture pour aider à transporter Jasper. Luke a déplacé Jasper sur son côté et l'a placé au sommet de la couverture avant qu'Amare ne l'aide à soulever le vieil homme lourd. -- Quel est votre nom au fait? Luke a demandé.
"Amare Internellis." Répondu le mercenaire alors qu'il marchait vers le site du camp.
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