Author Games: A Knight's Valor

Mavary Valls of Raleith

♔ Character Name: Mavary Valls (Mav-er-ee vah-lls)

♔ Gender: Male

♔ Age: 24

♔ Birthplace: Raleith

♔ Physical Appearance: Mavary has soft, dark hair that blends in, tufted carefully above his face, which, to many, makes people smile. Eyes as rich and as beautiful as a woman's, but chin and lips that hold the scruffiness of a man, Mavary is described between femininity and masculinity. Dropped in the middle-ground of such descriptions, he fights back with a smirk that kills. Although fake, twisted by the intimidation he wants, but doesn't have,it does tend to push him over the lines to be a man. A silver ring- though accessory- adorns his otherwise boring, pale left hand. It's nearly bonded in to his finger, might as well be considered skin.

♔ Personality: Mavary has a tendency to obsess over exotic birds and things that are pretty, while still upholding the traditional practices of a knight. Train with a sword one hour, but walk through the lands of Raleith, sighting the birds close enough for the naked eye the next. He often derides the way armor fits, for he loves the concept of being free. Without a care, he humiliates himself in front of other men, using those words such as "beautiful" or "gorgeous, divine"- his vocabulary soars beyond others, taking flight with the wings he watches.

♔ Past: The boy in him has many secrets.

♔ Skills: Mavary has the ability to feign injury, convincing people he is a low priority to kill in a battle. It may seem childish and weak, but it helps many from meeting death.

♔ Strengths: He knows how to escape- this came with a constant necessity to sneak out of a home, taking nothing but himself away from the people he despised. He knows the quirks of a sword, having had the hobby forced into him at a young age. He knows how to climb; trees were a common barrier between him, and getting closer to the passerby birds.

♔ Weaknesses: Even though his verbose use of language is admirable, it cause him to lose a sense of practical conversation. He is also very slow in running, and his reflexes often suffer because of this. He is easily distracted from the aforementioned "pretty things"

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COMMENTS FROM THE ROYAL COURT:

♕ King Artheur: Welcome to Lemaria, son. My wife seems fond of you. I hope your skills in the tournament prove better than your love of beauty.

♕ Queen Melinda: My goodness, we have a winner. Come, boy, train with me.

♕ Roland Delmere: You seem to have a sharp enough mind for court, but I fear your delicate nature will lead to a brutal end. This castle lacks mercy...

♞Sir Thomas: An eye for beauty, huh, lad? Well, I know very little about the beauty of Raleith, but we have girls here who'd take your breath away.

♞Sir Adeline: Aside from a few traits, I see little knight in you. Become familiar with death. In war you mean little--you live only to protect the crown.