Vahrielle ( Vyrl )

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" You'll have to be a little better than that to keep up with me ! "

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Name: Vahrielle Dhyskolia ( Vyrl )
Age: 25
Which game are you from: Original character ( FF10 )
Weapons/Abilities:
Kurenai: A Katana with a blade forged from diamond, and a handle wrapped in very fine silk, the scabbard is rather non-descript for such a spectacular blade. Vyrl only draws this weapon when he means for certain to take a life. Mostly used in lightning fast iaijutsu attacks. The last and only thing the enemy sees is the beautiful sparkle from the diamond.

Terra & Luna: A pair of retractable Katar settled in forearm guards. The forearm guards that the blades rest in can be used very well for defense blocking with the forearms. When the blades are retracted Vyrl wields them with the speed of the wind and the precision of a surgeon.

Telesonica: Vyrl fights with very exceptional speed being mostly an agile and acrobatic fighter. He can use his speed to such an extreme that he seems to teleport. He can also use his speed to confuse his opponent leaving afterimages in his wake.

Magick: Vyrk does not use much magic except for time spells such as haste, slow, and stop but when he does use elemental magic it is normally thunder based.

Eidolons/ Summons: Vyrl does not have the ability to summon.

♥I Ain't Gonna Live Forever♥[/size]


History:
Vyrl holds the record for the most pilgrimages at such a young age although none of his pilgrimages have actually succeeded. He has been on 5 so far and earned a name for himself amongst the summoner's looking for guardians as none of his lost summoners were actually lost due to a fault of his except the first. He is accepted for his skill despite his full Al Bhed blood.

He went on his first pilgrimage at the young age of 15 guarding his older half-sister. His 21 year old sister had been preparing for a pilgrimage all of her life. Vyrl tryed everything he could to dissuade her from the pilgrimage but she would not listen so he pledged to keep her alive despite his Anti-Yevon views It was just the two of them and they made it all the way to Mt. Gagazet where they lost their way in a grand blizzard. His sister froze to death protecting him from the cold with her body and it has secretly eaten away at him since. It had been his urging that pushed them through the snowstorm.

After that pilgrimage he escaped from Spira back to his birthplace on Bikanel Island. Here he stayed and trained his body as hard as he could pushing himself as hard as he possibly could, to exhaustion at some times. At the age of 19 he left the island once again. He hated Yevon but the idea of summoners travelling to their death ate away deeply at him also. Despite the massive internal struggle he joined on as a guardian for the next 4 years, one pilgrimage for each. There was only one catch the summoners had to deal with. Vyrl would not go past the gates of Zanarkand and guide them straight to their suicide, it was the summoner and their other guardians from their on out.

With the coming of the eternal calm Vyrl's services as a guardian had all but come to an end. He began renting out his services guarding travelling caravans or simply doing odd jobs, anything to keep himself occupied. He always felt like he was wasting away his life looking back romantically to the days of the summoners and the pilgrimage.

Likes: Blitzball, a good fight, a good drink
Dislikes: Fiends, Yevon, Sphere break
Fears: Failure, weakness, spiders

♥This Ain't A Song For The Brokenhearted♥[/size]

RP Sample:

A sample from another final fantasy chrossover rp where I'm trying out the same basic character concept

As per normal Vyrl noticed how his overly upbeat persona could wear away at a person and once again as per normal he made no effort to tone it down. It was also painfully obvious now to Vyrl that she had never seen an Al Bhed or heard one speak their natural tongue before. It was mostly her puzzlement over the language that really made him chuckle, he had always been in the habit of mixing together Al Bhed and what seemed to be referred to as English by the rest of the world. It had gotten even better after the merge, many other different languages and different dialects of those languages and even English has been brought together as a result of the merge, he now had even more material with which to use in his wordplay.

Vahrielle relaxed back in his chair to sip his drink, watching the strangeness of his own mannerisms wash over her, watching her awkwardness turn to puzzlement and almost irritation. The mention of the merge however brought him out of his merry reverie, she had struck one of the few chords that harmonized far deeper within him than the smiles and laughs. He did not think on it often but when he did he put aside a large portion of his time for the musing. It had happened suddenly and too easily, most would bat it aside classifying it as a natural thing that had to happen eventually, personally Vyrl did not subscribe to that school of thought. It bothered him to much that the dangers of a dozen different worlds had been brought upon the citizen's of his Spira, as he often though of it, at a time where most misery had been dealt with and swept away in his lands. This musing of his flashed physically across his face as a droop of his smile and a deadening of the sparkle in his eyes at her mention of the thing. Catching himself it was soon remedied and he switched the chain of his thoughts back to her questioning of his language ignoring the deeper problems.

With a hearty chuckle he began. " Vyn vyn yfyo translates to far far away. In the world of Spira there are a few different races, Humes as you would probably call them are the regular bread and butter, Ronso which are the gargantuan blue cat-people although you wouldn't want one to hear you call it that, Guado which you probably haven't seen are the lanky blue-haired people, and the Al Bhed which I am. There are a bunch more but you probably haven't seen them so they're not worth mentioning. " Vyrl took a break here from his explanation to take a long draw from his drink and to nudge hers over toward her. He also reached into his left jean pocket and pulled out a rectangular pack from which he draw a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. With a snap of his finger a small flame appeared at the tip and died away to a small glow.

A puff off his cigarette and he continued. " You can tell us Al Bhed by our beautiful blonde hair. " At this he gave a dramatic flip of his own oddly cut blonde hair and laughed. " And our eyes, if you take a look you can see the pupils are a spiral instead of a plain black dot and the eyes are almost always green. Also as you so gracefully pointed out we have our own language. "

Vyrl drained the last bit of liquid from his glass before setting it on the counter. His smile widened as he launched into an overly exaggerated ' poet's ' version of the Al Bhed accent. " Dra behg-ryenat kuttacc cedc yd dra pyn uv dra maccan vumgc ekhunehk ran tnehg du dra lrykneh uv dra pyndahtan yht ran tycrehk lusbyho. "

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