Les épaules de Vesa se détendirent visiblement, et il monta un soupir de soulagement vers l'intérieur, au moment où le gardien le libéra. Pour arroser un peu plus de sel sur l'ego probablement blessé du garde, Vesa lui a tiré une lueur perçante alors qu'il redressait son manteau, puis a fait une démonstration de brossage de l'épaule que le garde avait saisi. Pourtant, malgré tout, Vesa pouvait ressentir un sentiment de pitié pour la garde. Après tout, il ne faisait que son travail, et c'est juste son malheur qu'il soit mal informé, et qu'il soit à la fin de recevoir les paroles de Cassiopéia.
"Assurez-vous avant d'accoster quelqu'un la prochaine fois." Vesa a dit que le garde s'est évanoui, sonnant comme s'il donnait à l'un de ses propres hommes une réprimande légère. Le gardien n'a pas reconnu qu'il avait entendu les paroles de Vesa, et les marquises ne se souciaient pas grand-chose de toute façon. Il était beaucoup plus intrigué par les connaissances de Cassiopée sur la culture burlienne. Ce n'était pas tous les jours qu'il rencontrait quelqu'un en dehors de Burlia qui parlait avec une telle autorité sur tout ce qui était lié à l'endroit.
Tout d'abord, cependant, il y avait les plaisirs qu'il devait surmonter. S'il n'a pas traversé avec eux, il s'est senti tout à fait certain que Raiki sauterait d'un coin caché pour lui donner une très sévère conversation. Vesa ôta son chapeau et le retena dans sa poitrine, et s'inclina, le tenant là une seconde avant de se tenir debout. "Merci, ma dame." Il a dit, et s'est présenté une fois de plus, cette fois d'une manière plus appropriée. "Je ne suis cependant pas seigneur. Je suis le marquis Vesa Kaivarri, seigneur du marcheur de Raikkavar, gardien de la frontière nord-ouest de Burlia. Enchanté de faire votre connaissance, aussi."
Il a placé le chapeau sur sa tête, tirant sur le bord pour s'assurer qu'il avait un ajustement serré. Avec les plaisanteries hors du chemin, il s'est permis de se détendre légèrement, et a pris la boisson qu'il avait eu l'intention de prendre plus tôt. Il a pris une longue gorgée en regardant autour de la pièce une fois de plus, savourant le goût sucré et l'arôme de la boisson du sud. « C'est bien, c'est cela, » dit-il en regardant en arrière à Cassiopéia, son visage impassible, bien que son ton semblait plus affable. Au moins, il espérait que cela sonnait ainsi; être affable n'était pas quelque chose qu'il avait à faire dans un très long laps de temps. "Je ne veux pas manquer de respect, mais j'ai été surpris que vous en sachiez beaucoup sur la culture burlien." Il a commencé. « Ce n'est pas quelque chose que j'imaginais être enseigné dans beaucoup de détails en dehors de Burlia elle-même. »
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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.