Author Games: A Knight's Valor

Vere Lennox of Miras

♔ Character Name: Vere Lennox (Veer Lehn-nocks)

♔ Gender: Male

♔ Age: 23

♔ Birthplace: Miras

♔ Physical Appearance: The only feature he has that reflects Miras is his dark hair, and even then it's seen lighter than most for how short it is. He was never graced with the tan complexion his father was born with, but instead the fair skin of his mother, a woman from another land. Still, he retained his father's charming good looks and broad build. Dark green eyes sit appealingly in his sockets (anywhere else and they wouldn't be so appealing...) His appearance only gives the others more reason to shove him from their culture, not that he minds that so much. The feather of a bird is placed firmly to his upper arm, just below his shoulder, kept there by a band wrapped around his arm.

♔ Personality: There's not a bad bone in his body, not a single vein disrupted with the harshness of the "evil" his land begs him not to indulge in. Instead of taking up the light clothes and vibrant colors of Miras, he hangs them up in exchange for armor and a sword. A weapon in his hand is what defeats all of his efforts to be a kind man. He refuses to take part in the native culture, and thus, most have shunned him away. Still, he helps whenever possible, and a smile is constantly on his face, offered to the people of Miras despite who they are and how they may treat him. He is fully content to flaunt the fact that he doesn't care what people think. His judgment is often skewed, decisions twisted by a gullible mind. Prideful, sometimes too much so, this is the vice that the land says taints his bones.

♔ Past: He's only recently taken up the duty of training to be a knight. Before then, he was a mere fisherman, terribly happy. The solace of waves crashing to shore was what he appreciated most - that, and the prospect of food on his table and in the bellies of those around him. The days were filled with song and cheer during the hard work hours, colorful flowers strung around his neck and over his body. Nights consisted of vibrant flames, bonfires. But when the day retired and the night ran out, he'd go home, and none of these things would follow him home. He'd sit in that shack for hours, alone, no family to lift his spirits, no real friends to comfort him. He was completely and utterly alone, but everyone said they loved him, so what was so wrong? It was when the notice for a knight competition met his ears that something clicked in his mind, and he decided to fill that empty gap with something he could enjoy.

♔ Skills: It's more of a hidden talent, but Vere is fascinated with fire, and knows all sorts of ways to incorporate it into anything at any given moment, using any material.

♔ Strengths: It's a given that, being from a land of fishermen, he'd be exceptional at swimming and tying knots, creating nets, traps, anything that deals with catching fish. He can wield a spear in more ways than one, though he does have his moments where he fumbles. Once he leaves Miras, his charm and kindness will certainly gain him more than what he receives now - which, mind you, is nothing.

♔ Weaknesses: It is absolutely impossible for him to lie, and for him to deny someone something. "No" usually doesn't exist in his vocabulary. Anyone can hear him coming from a mile away no matter how quiet he tries to be. Additionally, his body is what some may say is unstable: after going for an extended amount of time without the remedy only a special man in Miras knows how to make, he will begin to shut down. First comes pain. Then comes numbing. And finally, unconsciousness.

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COMMENTS FROM THE ROYAL COURT:

♕ King Artheur: You've come a long way, son. I hope you don't find our landlocked ways too dull for your taste.

♕ Queen Melinda: No, you're wrong. I think your eyes would look so much better if removed and left out to rot. And you call yourself a knight. Ha!

♕ Roland Delmere: Can't lie, can't sneak, and you need a special medicine to live. You may not want this title, for a quick death is sure to follow...

♞Sir Thomas: A fishermen from Miras here in the Royal courtyards. I have to say, I'm impressed.

♞Sir Adeline: Aw, you're adorable. I think a sword yields far better results than a fire, though.