Post by Wolfe on Jul 14, 2012 18:07:03 GMT -5
Rhygarde, Bregan
18 • Male
18 • Male
Appearance
[I'll get some sort of picture up... eventually. When I feel like drawing it, I guess.]
Standing at 5'9", Bregan isn't extraordinarily tall for a male his age. He's never succeeded in presenting himself in what would be considered a neat and clean manner, considering his previous line of work. His hair is a deep black and a constant mess, due to the heat and smoke from the forge, though beneath all the layers of soot and ash lies the actual tone: that of the purest silver, likely from his mother, gleaming in sunlight - or, it would be, were it not for the aforementioned dilemma. It would require many baths to even hope to cleanse the black from his follicles, and controlling it would require even more work. Were it completely straight, it'd likely fall to his mouth on all sides. His eyes hold pale blue irises, the colors seeming to swirl around the pupils.
His body, overall, is thickly corded with muscle, resulting from working the bellows in his father's forge and also hammering steel occasionally, though he does not possess it in excess with only a weight of 170 pounds. Bregan's skin is moderately tanned, as well - a shade or three lighter than wet sand. His features are in all the right places and fairly proportionate; he could be considered quite comely, indeed. The cloth element of his apparel is rather simple - a dark red, long-sleeved shirt and deep blue jeans, held up nicely by a brown leather belt, with sturdy brown boots on his feet. All of his clothes have a rather worn appearance, though not blackened, as he wore them most often when not working the forge. The armor he wears over top of this shall be described later on.
Face Claiming
Goran Visnjic (seen in Spartacus)
Personality
Put bluntly, Bregan is not incredibly clever. Now, while he's far from stupid, puzzles, riddles, traps, most math and science and other such things one generally attributes to intelligence simply elude him. He is, on the other hand, an excellent strategist, both in and out of combat, something bound to help him immensely.
In general, he is a cool-headed, and generally rather serious. To those he is unfamiliar with, he may come off as cold or distant, but he warms up to people quite well. He knows he must be strong both physically and emotionally to stand up for what is right, so he tries to act without letting other feelings get in the way overmuch. Of course, in a conflict such as the one this world faces, emotion often plays a role. His dictates for him to believe in Aero's cause, seeing their virtues as true and just.
He holds honor high above most other things, and considers the dishonoring of a person a true tragedy, even worse if the person dishonors them self. If his honor is questioned, he is more than willing to prove it, by any means necessary. He refuses to back down from challenges, even against overwhelming odds. After all, there are several tactical measures that can be put into use against many foes, and even retreating for a time can be a wise move. As well as honor, though, justice is incredibly important to him. If something wrong is done, be it to him or to another, there must be retribution. It does not matter to him how well he knows the person, justice must be done, as it goes hand-in-hand with the person's honor, and his as well, should he fail.
History
Bregan is a bastard. No, literally, there's no light way of putting it. His father refuses to talk about the woman who was his mother, only saying that she is dead. Brandon Rhygarde, however, did fight for Aero for several years before he settled down in an insignificant town not far from the Dawnglade Forest with Bregan, pup that he was at the mighty age of two. It's most likely that Brandon had found a woman on the side of Aero while in battle, and the two of them made a couple of themselves, resulting in Bregan. It is a fact that Brandon stopped his fighting role to take up the career of blacksmithing and to care for his son, though whether his mother actually died or struck off with some other man is up for debate.
Bregan was taught primarily in the way of smithing for a long time, so that he could help his father in the forge to the best of his abilities. He was given books on the matter, and read them well enough, his silvered hair quite quickly taking to the black. Most of the time throughout his early life, he pumped the bellows, feeding air to the fire, though in time he grew to use the anvil as well, aiding his arms to shaping the metal, as well. He also grew close to the Pokemon that his father had around the house and shop, including the Rapidash, Myncaen, who lent her fire to the forge every now and again.
Of course, it can only be so long that one works to forge steel of battle before he wonders what they're used for. So, his father was more than glad to teach him what he knew of battle, and also of Pokemon. Brandon felt that it was important for his son to know that they are living creatures, and deserve just as much respect and love as any person does. Bregan treasured and did well to pay attention to his teachings, and it wasn't long before Myncaen came to trust him enough and allowed him to ride around on her back, filling Bregan with glee. Of course, this also led him to read tomes involving battle, both between men and between Pokemon, and learning from them, as well. His father, pleased with his developments both in and out of the forge, named a Ralts to be his first Pokemon partner, much to his joy. He called her "Laela," and they were quite fast friends.
Such a life could not remain so pleasant forever, though. Over the most recent past three or four years, a rather wealthy lady has taken an interest in Brandon. In truth, they were friends in the time before Bran had taken up sword in support for Aero, and held feelings for each other before he'd left, feelings now seemingly rekindled. However, she soon came to discover Bregan, and the nature of his being. She told Bran that she could not abide a bastard in her house, and in time, he fell through due to his love for both her and his son. The lady had revealed to him that the village they were currently in was in the direct path of an advance of the Malum troops, and with her refusal of Bregan, his choice was clear.
So he spent his nights forging for Bregan the armor and blade he carries today, training him by day to use both his body and the Pokemon. Then, finally, when it was done he approached Bregan at night, handing him the equipment and having him mount up Myncaen, explaining the situation to the best of his abilities. He told him where he might find Aero generals to lend his support, and sent him on his way, quite miserable indeed.
Bregan wasn't terribly sad, on the other hand. He understood why his father had to do this, and accepted it, confident that the proper choice was made. Laela sat directly in front of him as they rode off that night, towards the forest, man and Pokemon alike wondering what lay ahead.
Family
Brandon Rhygarde - father
Alliance
Aero
Position
Wild
Team
Rapidash • Female • "Myncaen"
Fire Blast • Bounce • Morning Sun • Flame Charge
Ralts • Female • "Laela"
Growl • Confusion • Double Team • Teleport
Major Weapon
A bastard sword, otherwise known as a hand-and-a-half sword (though that name is less practical). The blade is made out of Damascus steel, a rare sight in any event. It's likely this was the only Damascus steel his father ever made, though clearly he knew the process well enough. The hilt is the same deep red as his shirt, with a rather simple pommel at the end. He can wield it in one hand well enough, though two-handed is always an efficient way to use such a blade.
Other Info
Bregan wears a quite simple half-suit of steel armor over his clothes, the entirety of it lacking any sort of scrollwork, ornamentation, or enameling. Directly over his clothes is a short-sleeved shirt of ringmail, the standard 4-in-1 pattern. Over that, he wears a breastplate, of course, which serves to cover his chest, stomach, and back, the inside of which lined with fur to keep the cold from penetrating too deeply. His shoulders have relatively light plating, though his right's armor is a bit larger. Only cloth bridges the gap between shoulder armor and his simple, though fingered gauntlets, though in truth they're simply a few metal plates over leather gloves, and the leather is bare on the palm side on both hands. His legs have quite little plating as well, and what there is falls around his shins and feet, covering a deal of his boots. A basic helmet sits atop his head, though it is the most adorned piece of armor he has, with two curved horns set into the sides and sloping along the same general plane as his jawline.
Also, he rides on the back of his Rapidash, as a minor note.
Roleplay Sample
It was morning already, and he was but halfway to the forest. The first beams of sunlight refracted off his plating, alongside the flames brushing along them as Myncaen galloped along steadily across the field. The wind swept his hair back from his face completely, his hands focused to the task of holding the sides of the Rapidash's neck. Bregan swallowed once or twice, the cool air rushing into his mouth causing the back of his throat to dry uncomfortably. He refused to allow himself to look back. The soldiers might already be upon his former home, and turning back would only mean his doom. He hoped for their futures - that of his, his father's, and his Pokemons'. They were bound to him now, so he would do all that he could in his power to protect them, as he was fully confident they would do for him.
Their lives were ahead of them in their fullness, they merely needed to reach out and take hold of the reins. The three continued across the open plain, their goal certain... for the time being.
