Liesel Harken

[Liesel Harken]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid white; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] [STYLE=text-align: right; color: #8e8f98; font-family: georgia; font-size: 27px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -22px; padding-right: 10px;]Liesel Harken[/style] [STYLE=width: 325px; background-color: #ffffff; padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]nickname Esel, Harken age Twenty six gender Male sexuality Heterosexual position Noble alliance Dark power Earth Scourge of the Earth;; By compressing the earth about him and forcing it onto his body Harken is able of creating an incredibly dense armor. Due to the difficultly in creating this protective shell Harken is only capable of creating a gauntlet during emergencies. If he has twenty minutes to devote to it he can forge a full set of mail. Raze;; Harken applies the same concept of Scourge, instead weaponizing it. Harken is capable of quickly creating a powerful broadsword out of stone capable of shattering weaker steel. Raze, as he calls the blade, is a triangular weapon, it's blade being four inches at it's base and tapering to a point. A small inch wide section connects the main blade to it's stylized handle. play by Xanxus, Katekyo Hitman Reborn [/style] [STYLE=text-align: right; color: #8e8f98; font-family: georgia; font-size: 27px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -22px; padding-right: 10px;]personal[/style] [STYLE=width: 325px; background-color: #ffffff; padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]personality Despite his youth Harken is a rather complex individual. Having been groomed for the position of Archduke since he was just a lad he's got quite the analytical mind. He's got a mind for business and war, having more of a taste for the latter rather than the former. Even at twenty six he's known for being a vicious fiend on the battle field.Since he was no more than four he was forced to memorize large volumes of text, obtaining an encyclopedic knowledge of battle formations and stratagems. With all of that information at his fingers, coupled with his own intellect Harken is as cunning as they come. He often operates under the table, planning covert operations that even his people would find appaling. All of this skill comes with a price though. The man is incredibly proud. He feels as if he can do no wrong on the field of battle. From time to time this causes him to underestimate his opponents, especially if he's defeated them before hand. The man is incredibly loyal to his friend and king, Cyrus Moore, often acting behind the scenes to arrange his safety. Harken has dozens of underhanded dealings and has performed assassinations without his friend's or most of the other nobles' knowledge. His actions leave him feeling guilty more often than not, but he often says that it is a necessary evil. Though, he's often blinded by his loyalty to his king. Harken will argue with the man from time to time when conversing, but with enough pressure Harken will always buckle to his will. He finds the change in his friend from their younger years disturbing, but is willing to stick by him due to the past. Harken is one of the youngest Archdukes in history and as such shows a certain level of maturity. Unfortunately, that maturity goes out the window once he's allowed to be around his men off the field. When he isn't working Harken is known for being a sarcastic joker. While off duty Harken spends his days dealing with his lands and speaking among the war councils. Once night falls though Harken goes out to play. Every bar in the Dark Kingdom knows of Harken. The man can hold his liquor, but always seems to go overboard, being a bit of an alcoholic. While drunk Harken is incredibly boastful, loud, and down right hilarious. He's been kicked out of every bar he's ever been to. Once the man gets a little alcohol in his systems he becomes one of the most lascivious men about. It doesn't hurt that he isn't hard to look at, and has money, and power. Harken, even when sober, is easily swayed by a pair of large... eyes. Though, he's much more charming when he's sober. When Harken isn't off galavanting with sword or booze he can be at home with his nose in a book. Though, what sort of book is entirely dependent upon his mood. The man is as likely to read some detailed study of geography as he is to pick up a steamy romance novel. The romance novels tend to win out more than Harken would care to admit. He even goes as far as to read them on the go. Whenever he's caught with one he passes it off to any one nearby, proclaiming he found their book. Most people have had this happen to them at one time or another and simply go along with it as to not earn the ire of the Archduke. Harken has an odd attitude toward romance, namely due to him being raised to believe he had an arranged marriage. With the death of his father and a falling out with his future father in law the man is left without a guaranteed future and is unsure of making a lasting relationship. appearance There aren't many elves in the world that look like Harken. Despite being a first generation Dark Elf the man sports all of the signs of the second generation. A mop of rich black hair falls just bast his chin, accented with various feathers he's taken from the battlefields and beast he's killed. From beneath his pitch black locks are a pair of violent red eyes. Harken has learned to keep emotion from reaching his eye or his face for that matter when dealing with certain courtly affairs. Most elves tend to shy away from his gaze due to it's intensity and lack of emotion. He's fairly frightening though. Standing at six feet three inches and weighing close to two hundred and thirty pounds Harken is larger than most elves. A body forged from the fires of war and combat have granted him thick corded muscle that runs through out his entire body. For some odd reason Harken is one of the few elves who manage to grow facial hair, though never more than a thicker than average five o' clock shadow. The most frightening part about the Archduke are the plethora of scars that crisscross his body. At the last count over one hundred scars mar his once pale, flawless skin. War saw fit to change that. The scars cover every portion of his body, save for certain unmentionable areas. The most prominent of these scars is displayed across his left cheek. This scar makes it difficult for him to raise the left corner of his mouth making any attempt at a smile into a half smirk. His skin, which was once pale, has been darkened due to his time spent out doors and standing among his men on the front lines.These are not the only changes that have occurred because of the war. Harken's ears, once longer than most, denoting him as the Archduke, have been cropped unevenly. The right by a stray arrow, leaving it just a bit longer than the average commoners', and the left by a sword, it being slightly shorter than those of a peasant's. Harken's style of dress is pretty simple, though he does have a few. While on the field the man dons a suit of scale mail emblazoned with the Harken family crest upon the right shoulder. The crest resembling two crossed lances with a broke sword on the foreground. The armor has seen more combat than Harken has a haggard appearance because of it. When required to attend court or meet with other nobles Harken wears an ornate black and white outfit with various pieces of armor over it. The final pieces are a cape with his crest displayed upon it and a modest silver circlet with two onyx placed above his brow. For decoration Harken carries a basket hilted broadsword during these occasions. When out on the town Harken favors simpler clothing. A button down shirt, ragged pants, a pair of tattered boots, with a light black coat to accent it. history Harken's childhood was not exactly what one would've wished for. From birth he was expected to replace his father as the Archduke, one of the highest ranked nobles in the land. This led to time that should have been spent playing instead spent learning. Harken knew what discipline was long before he knew what fun was. His father, a stern man, saw his son as his legacy and he wanted it to be perfect. He had the boy schooled in various forms of arts and had the best teachers in Gira attend to him. He was trained by an expert man at arms, tutored by great philosophers, and taught manners by high nobles. He had few friends in life, being only able to play with the children of other nobles. His odd demeanor made it difficult for him to find any playmates. One of the few people Harken developed a friendship with was Cyrus, the crowned prince. Harken's life was like this until he was twelve years old and his father shipped him off to live with the man who would become his father in law. William Vraimont was a well off noble known for his love of battle and large lands. He was to take Harken as his squire and finish his teachings, returning him at the age of eighteen. What Harken expected to be much of the same turned out to be very different. William was a kind man who, after a life of combat, sought out life's pleasures. He encouraged Harken to loosen up and not spent all his time worrying about things he had no control of. He took the boy under his wing teaching him about how the world worked. He was Harken's teacher just not in the art of war or courtly behavior, but in life. Harken began to finally understand what fun was and how much he had missed out on. He spent much of his time with William for the first two years. After turning fourteen he was told of his other purpose. Eliza Vraimont was William's oldest daughter and was to be Harken's wife upon marrying age. From Harken's birthday on the two were to spend two hours together everyday. At first, it was insufferable, the two were incompatible and usually ended up shouting at each other. This trend continued for a year until the two finally decided to play nice. Their relationship, however, wasn't what there parent's had intended. The two had no romantic love for each other, but found each other to become close friends. Harken was forced to return home early due to the assassination of the king, by the hand of one of the few friends he had, Cyrus Moore. Things were hectic and the nobility were in an uproar. Harken was shocked at the turn of events. While most sought to persecute the young man Harken felt that there must have been a reason for the patricide. The young man began to gather what information he could. Eventually, he found out that his friend was converting elves into dark elves. Harken was one of the first to join his friend as a Dark Elf. Upon his transformation he returned home. His father, being a supporter of the former king, began an intense argument with his son. It soon escalated to violence with Harken losing the tip of his left ear and having the left side of his face scared. His father was much worse, being stabbed through the throat by his son's broadsword. Upon his father's death Harken inherited all that was his. The title, the wealth, the lands, it was power that he was intent on using to back Cyrus. The war didn't occur right away, but once it did Harken was on the front lines. He was always in the thick of it, putting his training to use, earning more scars with every passing opponent. It wasn't long before he went from being just a high ranking officer to becoming a field commander, one of the King's generals, or that his one scar grew into hundreds. By the time he was twenty six he was a recognizable figure on the battlefield. [/style] [STYLE=text-align: right; color: #8e8f98; font-family: georgia; font-size: 27px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -22px; padding-right: 10px;]roleplayer[/style] [STYLE=width: 325px; background-color: #ffffff; padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]alias Vy or Vyril other characters Nada [/style]

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