Ford Vallero

[Ford 1991]

Character Name Ford Vallero
Nicknames: He's called "Fordy" by his wife.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Southeron (Human sub-race)
Status: Alive

Description
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 169 lbs
Body Type: Lean, somewhat muscular.
Eyes: Golden-brass
Hair: A very dark shade of grey and long, the end of his hair reaching down to at least the middle of his back.
Skin: Very tan skin. A cocoa color, or some might view it as dark as spruce bark.
Markings/Tattoos: Multiple scars on his back
Health: Quite healthy.
Personality: Loyal at times, friendly, reasonable due to the culture of his family.
Inventory: A rolled up 3 ft. rope used to arrest someone, a container filled with water, a double-edged iron bastard sword, a steel dagger that's usually concealed, and sometimes he carries a small band that he uses to tie his long hair into a pony tail, but he rarely uses it anyways.
Further Details: Ford is deathly allergic to cactus green. Inhaling it directly through a pipe would constrict his throat in a matter of seconds, more than likely choking him to death in around 1-2 minutes.

Life Style
Alignment*: Holy Oren Empire, The Order of the White Rose
Deity*: God, The Creator
Religion: Orenian Religion
Alliance/Nation/Home Lives within the White Rose encampment, no personal home as of yet, and lives in Oren overall.
Job/Class: Man-at-arms of the Order of the White Rose, husband.
Title(s): None whatsoever.
Profession(s):
Special Skill(s): Sometimes his words and decision making is exceptional and can get him out of tight spots. His fighting style, which is unusual to others, consists of not trying to kill an enemy in one swing, but rather lightly scarring them and letting loose some blood to weaken them, then, when they are on their last leg, finishes them off with any occasional swing or slash to the mid-chest, or thrusting towards the opponents heart. He uses it anyhow to carry on the culture of his family, even if it isn't the most effective.
Flaw(s): Underestimates the darkness in peoples hearts, especially that of the elves that he occasionally visits in Malinor. Ford continually visits Malinor out of uniform, but doesn't hesitate to tell them that he's a White Rose. Their reaction is usually hostile and unkind, most taking weapons out. Because of this flaw, he may get himself into sticky situations, having thought before that the people would've understood in a more friendly manner. He believes that in every dark heart, there is still light, and that leads him to trust or follow untrustworthy people.


Weaponry
Fighting Style: Attacking an opponent near their legs or arms, letting moderate amounts of blood spill until they are weakened, then striking them down by attacking the torso.
Preferred Weapon: If he can get his hands on any, stiletto's, which is what he actually used before he joined the White Rose.
Favored Weapon: Vargoth, his family sword.
Archery: Novice

Biography
Parents: Velsin(Mother) and Vane(Father) Vallero
Siblings: Lyuwo(Sister)
Children: None...yet.
Extended Family: He's the last of the Vallero's, so no extended family.
Pet(s):None as of yet
Spouse: Lorial Aurea

History
 

(Not finished)

Youth

Vane bursts through the doors of his large bedroom, almost slamming into the wall across the room if he were any more excited. He continued running through the long corridors of his mansion, all lined with pictures of the Vallero family ancestors, many of their faces looking stern. His casual clothing of a white collared shirt, along with a black sandals As he continued down the halls, he finally reached the long, red velvet covered staircase, but he did not rush down in a more regal manner. Instead, he decided to jump onto the railing and slide down, startling one of the maids by whizzing right past her as he slid off, ruffling the expensive rug at the bottom. Vane turned to face the maid and quickly grabbed one of the tea cups off of her tray, gulping it down quickly. He took a deep breath and rested the cup on the tray once more, looking back up to her and smiling, "Where is she? Where is my wife! I must see her immediately!" The maids hazel eyes, which stood out much more through her milk chocolate skin, looked both extremely startled and confused, "E-excuse me, sir?" Vane sighs and rolls his eyes, coughing a few times and then clearing his throat, "My wife. Where is she?" he said, now beginning to look more impatient than friendly. "O-oh, she's sitting outside in the yard, sir! I believe she's still there, reading." Vane nodded and, without even saying "thank you", turned to his right and rushed out the doors, pushing with both of his hands. At first, he quickly covered his face from the blazing sun, the dimness in the mansion affecting his eyes greatly. As his vision cleared, he saw his wife raising an eyebrow, her mouth open, sitting next on the edge of their water fountain. She wore a large summer hat that blocked almost all of the suns rays up to her knees and a baby blue dress with no sleeves, the bottom of it ruffled. "What in the hell are you wearing, Vane?" she said with a hint of disgust in her voice. He groaned "It's called being used-Look, there's no time! I need you to come to our bedroom quickly, dear!" he shouted across the large yard. Velsin rose from her chair and grinned, ambling towards Vane. When she reached him, she grabbed him by the collar and drew him in for a kiss, then broke away and said, "It has been some time, hasn't it?~" Vane sighs and grasps her right hand with with his left, "It's not that, love! It's our little Ford! He's finally walking!" Velsin's gasped and yanked her hand away from Vane, rushing through the doors and up the stairs, her eyes wide with anticipation. Vane followed her up the stairs and they both half-jogged through the hallways, Velsin reaching out to grab Vane's hand again. They quickly spun into the room, practically stumbling onto each other. Ford, at only ten months, dressed in baby-sized suspenders, nearly black hair developing throughout his head, was raising himself up with his arms, staggering slightly at first, but grabbing onto the bottom of the comforter of the master bed that hanged near the bottom. He looked up at his parents and then he let go of the comforter and began walking forwards towards the wardrobe in the corner. Soon, he placed his hands beneath the wooden doors of the wardrobe and looked back up at his parents, smiling.


Ford, as a child, was taken care of by the maids and occasionally his mother, Velsin, but his father, Vane, was usually out on business, selling expensive jewels and some spices as well as attending long and tiring political meetings. House Vallero was not only known for their famous writers, poets, and gorgeous jewels, but by the fact that their skin was darker than any Southeron’s the citizens of Aykul have seen. Now, when Ford was six years old, he began taking interest in being a popular merchant just like his father and selling jewels. He was never interested in the idea of writing about his life or creating small little poems, but jewel’s caught his eye at a young age. Ford would never really come out of the house unless he was forced to by his mother and he didn’t like talking much either, but what he did love to do was look around his fathers private study (which was usually unlocked) and go through the large desk where he held extremely rare and expensive jewels. Most of the time Ford would take them to his room which was right next to his parents and study it for a half an hour to an hour, before Vane would soon grow angry by the fact that his own son had been “stealing” his jewels for himself. When Ford was nine years old, he’d overheard a talk between the maids right outside in the courtyard that his mother was pregnant with a girl. Ford was ecstatic over the fact that he’d finally have someone to spend his time with and to have his own sister, of course. A few months later (Because no one actually told Ford that his mother was pregnant, unfortunately, so his sister would be born soon after he found out) he followed behind his dad as his mother was rushed to a medical facility within the mansion by three maids, one of which settled her down on one of the beds as soon as she entered the room, beads of sweat dotting her forehead. Vane took Ford by the arm and lead him outside of the room, down to the foyer where the rest of the house members waited patiently for the baby to come out. After an hour of waiting, Velsin appeared at the top of the stairs, cradling Ford’s sister, who wrapped up in a red blanket, in her arms. Velsin announced the name to everyone below, and the new baby girl would be named Lyuwo, the name of Ford’s great grandmother.


Years passed and Ford was happy to have Lyuwo around. They weren't twins, but they looked almost exactly the same. Ford had a dark chocolate complexion and long, flowing hair that reached down to his shoulders, his golden-brass eyes that especially stood out due to his skin color, and Lyuwo was just slightly lighter with the same hair and eye color. The two were inseparable after Lyuwo began having interests in the same things that Vane had: jewelry. Ford, now at the age of fifteen, loved to teach Lyuwo how to identify whether a merchant is selling you a fake jewel, read to her the books found in the mansion's library, and go outside to the center of the city. When traveling out, Ford would be accompanied with another, older family member to watch over them as he held Lyuwo's hand. As Ford and Lyuwo walked towards the Grand Market, which was located in the very center of the city, Ford would always tell his sister how to behave and not to steal, or else she'd be punished. Both the brother and sister enjoyed each others company and, because of Lyuwo's birth, Ford became more social and went out of the mansion at least two times, which to him is a lot, considering when he was young he would rarely ever go out.



The noble house Vallero lived in a large mansion within the city of Aykul, within the island Varyqe, that resided off the coast of Southern Oren, where most tan skinned Southeron’s lived and where people could go if they wanted to be…”cut off” from the rest of the world, or at least most of it. Within the city of Aykul, most of the population was Southeron, save for a few illegal Northerners that were running away from the law of their land. There were no rulers that took control of the city, but instead there were three noble houses: Urgoh, Yorsun, and Vallero, which is what house Ford was apart of. Yorsun was a house that tended to mind their own business, never mingling with House Urgoh or Vallero. They were avid fisherman, sailors, and most were apart of the small naval force that defended Varyq whenever anyone might try and attack, but there were never any attacks on them from the outside…just from within the city. The Urgoh’s were skilled warriors, bowman, and miners. Some were hardened criminals who worked their way up to nobility and the highest ranks of the house were usually soldiers within the military back in Aegis. The Vallero’s on the other hand, were fantastic merchants, politicians, writers, and poets. They had little knowledge of combat, but in earlier times they did know how to defend themselves, having their own fighting style that proved efficient. Though, for many years the two houses have been a feud, their history dripping with blood from both sides. Vane, leader of House Vallero and Ford’s father, was stubborn, somewhat greedy, and loud-mouthed. Phonitus, the leader of House Urgoh was intolerant, usually made rash or violent decisions, and he was a soldier for most his life. Both of the older men have had countless arguments that ended in threats or someone other than them getting hurt. The arguments had to do with whether the city should open for trade all around, allowing anyone from Oren to enter if they wished to sell or buy goods. Phonitus believed that Varyqe should remain separated from the rest of the Empire. Vane's thoughts were drifting towards the fact that without the help of Oren, the island and city would remain in the state they were in, but if the city allied with Oren, many people could be much more wealthier than they are. This conflict has been going on for years, but none of them made any actions, for they knew that going to war with each other would only damage Aykul’s economy and possibly endangering it’s people, no other place around Aykul that could be fit as a battlefield. At one time, there was an event where the Urgoh’s did not speak to the Vallero’s, nor did they respond back to any of their messages or invitations to another House meeting with Yorsun and them. Within that time, House Urgoh was preparing...

Tragedy

Ford, now at 17, walks through the main street of Aykul, his eyes calmly looking around at merchants shouting out what they’re selling, people buying it, some older men squatting down, their backs against a wall, begging for money. Ford’s gaze focused forward to the large limestone monument in the center of the Grand Market of Aykul, which was a man standing resolute on a flat topped pillar wearing a loincloth and holding a dagger in the air, his right foot on the ground while his left foot is stepping on the neck of a dead wolf, it’s stone tongue lolling out of it’s mouth. Ford sighs as he eyes the monument and shakes his head. “Quite barbaric…” he says, narrowing his eyes. Ford continues to walk on the brick road towards the Market, trying to ignore most of the loud sounds coming from around constantly. Ford turns into a dark alley way and leans on the wall, slumping down and sighing, “It’s just the same thing every day, isn’t it?” he mutters. His eyes begin to droop down till the point where they were half-way closed, but suddenly they popped open again, wider than ever. He heard the voice of a man shouting out his name. Ford could immediately tell that this man had been running, because his voice sounded especially tired. Ford quickly rose up and walked out of the alley, turning his head to look down both ways of the street to tell which way the voice was coming from, but there was no need. The man was already near, jogging towards him. The courier was dressed in green robes with a red scarf around his neck, despite the weather being quite warm. His skin was almost as dark as Ford’s, just being a shade or two lighter. Ford began to walk forward as soon as he saw the courier couldn’t be active for quite some time, his chest heaving greatly, crouching with his hands placed on his knees. “This is the first time my father has sent a courier for me,” Ford said through a smile, “I’m guessing this is very important?"




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