Trey Sepulcha

[Yeorl Oakenleaf]

Character Name:
Trey Sepulcha


Character Alignment:*
Chaotic Good

Desired Affinity Element:
Fire

Village:*
Headriver, the Republic of the Vale

Age:
21

Rank:*
None

Gender:
Male

Starting Inventory:*
All of his belongings rest on his back in a pack, he of course is armed - but often discards weapons after becoming bored with them.

Appearance:
Trey isn't the biggest guy around standing about six feet tall, he's well muscled and has to be for what he does. The most notable thing about Trey is the fire in his eyes.


Combat styling:
Trey likes to fight with what the situation provides, but he's trained in the use of all manner of weapons.

Character Personality:
Firey, easily angered and witty; Trey is a hard headed passionate individual, his one mission in life is to fight for justice - what ever that means in such uncertain times. He's a known lover of ostentatious displays and grandiose entrances, be that blowing down a door for no apparent reason or being flashy it's all second nature to Trey. What Trey hates above all else is cheating, of course this has had some pretty negative repercussions, considering Trey loves gambling among the lower districts of his home city Headriver. While Trey considers himself on the right side of the law, if you asked the local guard garrison they'd be more likely to have their heads in their hands and say he was a pain in the arse. Trey has a nasty habit of finding himself involved in other peoples business; be that throwing himself into a bar fight to help the man he thought was right - beating up local gangsters for threatening someone, or even guards who were not doing their duty properly. He's been quite a handful for the local administration.

Background Info:
Trey was born into a poor family in the lower district of Headriver, (the capital city of the Vale) his parents were a very romantic couple always telling Trey stories of Arthas Pendrake, the four heroes of light and the many other heroes of the past, who travelled the world righting wrongs and fighting for justice. Thinking back on it, his nature was inevitable. He was captured and enamoured by the stories his parents told him, and even as a child tried to uphold the view point - which got the snot beat out of him frequently. Treys' father was a guardsman employed in the local garrison and his mother was the daughter of a local mob boss - it was the classic forbidden romance; they managed to make things work for a few years when on Treys' six birthday his mothers father called a hit off on them. Treys father successfully slew the bandits but his mother died in the attack, luckily for them they had sufficient evidence pointing towards the mob boss - so they thought, but the guards were heavily corrupt at the time and when his father went to the station the next day he was shot down by an arrow. The arrow was fired by the captain of the district. Trey had grown up in the dangerous and poor district of Headriver his whole life which gave him the skills he needed to survive, he was furious at his parents deaths. It was an injustice of the highest degree. So Trey swore that he would become a champion of justice, he would do his best to keep order where there was none and save those from his fate. He trained day and night in the way of the sword, the sword being his fathers. Trey when he came of age worked as a merchant guard by day and by night he crusaded in a porcelaine mask as "Lightbringer." While he convinced himself that his reasons for his adventures were his home life, Trey couldn't help but lavish in hearing about his deeds be exaggerated by all manner of men. He set out of the Vale, travelling the world hoping to spread his legend; so that one day he would be a hero worthy of the stories.

RP sample:

Trey ran as fast as he could as the building before him exploded into a rain of glass, wood and brick shrapnel. He felt warmth on the back of his neck from the inferno. The alchemist had been illegally brewing explosives for the local bandits who lived in the woods - they'd been using them to blow up local farmers store houses.
"Get back here!" Cried a group of men from behind, they formed up and fired several crossbow bolts at Trey, he threw himself behind a crate in the alleyway shuddering as he heard the thud of arrow in wood just at his back.
"You're going to have to run faster than that you louts!" Trey cupped his hands over his mouth and cried back, laughing. He quickly readjusted his mask and sprinted towards the safety of the open streets. Running he turned his head back and shouted a few taunts at the bandits who couldn't keep up with him. When he took a heavy blow to his face and crumpled into the ground bleeding from his nose, the white porcelaine mask he wore quickly turned red. "Ow.." Trey mumbled as he held his face on his knees.
"Not so fast, Lightbringer." Laughed a small wiry man who had opened up a door in the side of the alleyway slamming it into his face. The man was garbed in a light chain mail and he had strapped to him all manner of knives. Trey would recognise the rat bastard anywhere, he was Lundwick the mob boss who had been behind his parents murders. Behind him stood a behemoth of a man, with a hammer held over his shoulders - he had a stupid grin on his face which perfectly accompanied Lundwicks sneer.
"You think you could just blow my lab up and get away with it huh? Look at that Rudy we finally get to meet the infamous "Light-dinger" Lundwick said mocking his name, Rudy the big guy began laughing hysterically. "Das a good one boss!" He smiled revealing that he had about four teeth left in his big ugly mouth.
"Really? Light-Dinger? That's clever to you?" Trey said, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Lundwick punched him angrily in the stomach. "Just shut up already. We win, you lose, your days of being a thorn in my arse are over."
The group of bandits who had been chasing him before showed up and formed a ring around Trey, all of them making horrendous promises and begging Lundwick to let them have their way with him. Trey sneakily placed his hands on the hilt of his mace and sword, the bandits in their victory didn't notice him tensing to spring up.
"Sorry guys, as much as I'd love to stay and chat.." Trey said grinning as he sprung up smashing Rudy in the face with his mace and stabbing one of the bandits to his left in the ribs with his sword. "I've got places to be."
Rudy rubbed his broken nose and growled like a wild animal.
They all stood there shocked as the bandit bled out on the ground and Trey nimbly jumped up on a crate and leaped over top of them running back the way he had come.
"Don't just stand there! You're letting the bastard get away!" Lundwick shouted angrily, instantly being greeted with the pitter patter of the bandits running off towards their quarry.
Rudy drew up his hammer and charged screaming at the top of his lungs.
While Trey would've had an escape had he not blown up the lab, he now found himself cornered by the dangerous inferno that was the lab and the charging seven or so bandits. He adjusted his mask and turned to face them. "It's a one on seven... I don't think this is fair for you."
The bandits closed in on him trying to stab in with their long knives missing as Trey nimbly stepped in between them, stabbing at exposed backs and bashing heads. Rudy for all of his size and rage was the slowest of them all and soon found himself on the pavement with the rest.
But they were too many and he had taken a few stabs, Trey crouched panting with blood spilling out of numerous shallow wounds. "That.. The best you guys got?!" Trey asked as he struggled to hold himself up.
"You're done for kid." Lundwick laughed as he approached with a sword in his hand. "Move aside you idiots, he's mine."
Well crap I'm done for, thought Trey ; When he noticed at the end of the alley tons of city guards rushing in to break up the fight.
"OI! PUT DOWN YOUR ARMS AND SURRENDER TO THE GUARD!" Shouted their leader.
"Shit." Mumbled Lundwick as he and his men dashed off through the blazing wreck of the alchemists lab. Quickly Trey cast aside his mask hearing it shatter on the ground.
"Are you alright laddy?" Questioned the guard leader as he reached Trey sprawled out on the pavement in a pool of his own blood.
"Sure.." He mumbled and then passed out.