Bellen's life was full of excitement. His family was part of a group of traveling merchants who moved between the cities, welcome at every doorstep. They dined with the major nobles in each area and were greeted with open arms. In their off times, they would travel, sing music, and hunt. <br><br>At least that is what he would like you to believe. <br><br>In truth, his parents were little more than tinkers and their wares second-rate if they were lucky. Instead of being welcomed into towns, they were more likely to be driven off as troublemakers. By the time he was old enough to know that his tattered clothes were not the garb of kings but rather a source of shame, he began to make up complex stories about why his clothes were in shambles and where his REAL parents were. The other members of his group encouraged him at first, delighting in the stories he told and hoping that he might be able to split apart from them and learn the respectable arts of a bard, but that didn't last long. <br><br>By the time he was a teenager, the stories had grown from fanciful tales into complex webs of lies to give the boy more confidence. When scolded by his parents for each iteration of his story, Bellen became more and more sullen. <br><br>Eventually, one night while they were resting near Valour, his mother's screeching became too much for him to bear and he slipped out of their threadbare wagon. The group made a search for him, but no one except his parents honestly cared if he returned or not, knowing that they would be better off without his wild stories. <br><br>Lost and alone, but free to do as he pleased for the first time in his young life, Bellen explored the city, ignoring the complaints about a rising homeless population. As is wont to happen in Valour, there happened to be one of the many epic battles between light and darkness. He watched in awe as a knight struck down a member of the Legion and he knew that he would tell whatever story needed to be told to be him.
Description:
There is a roguish glint in the eyes of the man in front of you. His dark hair has been chopped off haphazardly and falls in thick waves around his ears. Tall for a human, his body has a wiry strength, making him extremely nimble. Though slightly off color, his skin bears no identifiable marks save for a single dimple residing on his right cheek. When he smiles, all of his teeth flash invitingly.
So this was a really fun character for a while and then it sort of stopped being fun. I had a lot of fun with his roleplay, but not as much being a knight. It turned into this pattern of log on, die, lose my eq. Get Regal Radiance, die again. Log on with some other knight around and get stellar eq, die, lose that eq to legion.
Thanks for the chance. My first character up to rank 3 in a cabal. My first 50 in a cabal, even. I inacted for a bit to see if I'd miss playing him and I didn't miss it enough to trudge through.
Regal radiance is a pain to get after a death. I did fight you and it was clear you didn't know what to do, but as a storm giant with regal radiance I was surprised how much damage you can do. This game is never fun when you invest your enjoyment in pk. If you do that you will end up miserable like the rest of us. Join strife and train up a half elf warrior, you can duel without dying and if you do die living wood is much easier to get. I always thought your name was weird since there was a balan and I just assumed bellen was like his wife or something, but then you are a guy so that made it even stranger for me. I
Not a storm giant, haha. Strife may be the way to go for me, or just stick with heralds.
The name thing was just a coincidence, but by the time I realized I had already invested a lot in training and I liked the ring of Bellen Bearkiller, so I just stuck with it and called it good.
Bellen Bearkiller reminded me of bearlover from super troopers...or was it bear- well we'll just put that aside for now ;) I only fought you once at 50 I think and neither of us died. A good character and I'm always glad to see an imm make a mortal.
Haha, I loved the weird way he talked, everything was a yes or no question and if asked something weird that he didn't understand, he'd just ramble about bears.
But even bearkillers, they must die at some point, yes? It is Bellen's time.
Thanks for the chance. My first character up to rank 3 in a cabal. My first 50 in a cabal, even. I inacted for a bit to see if I'd miss playing him and I didn't miss it enough to trudge through.
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The name thing was just a coincidence, but by the time I realized I had already invested a lot in training and I liked the ring of Bellen Bearkiller, so I just stuck with it and called it good.
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But even bearkillers, they must die at some point, yes? It is Bellen's time.
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