Name: Veris Blacklora
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Birth Place: Slums of Galio
Weight: 135 lbs.
Height: 6'1"
Personality: Veris keeps a calm, cool, collected aura around him most of the time. He's good in a stressful situation, often having been the one to solve a problem his father had. That being said, when the life of someone he's close to is on the line, he acts quickly, and isn't nearly as calm as he usually is. He is fairly introverted and shy, but if he does manage to make a friend, they will be someone he cares deeply about and would do nearly anything for them. Veris isn't exactly confident in himself, but he's been working on building his self-confidence and realizing he could be someone important in this world. He has a weakness towards cute animals, especially puppies and dogs, and not as much towards cats.
Bio: Veris is the son of a humble wool merchant, who wasn't by any means rich but gained enough profit to live and support his son. Veris never knew his mother - she was always a mystery to him, and the only thing about her that his father told him was that she was an element wielder such as him. She apparently was a very advanced water wielder. His father never told him how they met, or more importantly, what happened to her. She had left something for Veris, however - a glove, with a slot for an elemental emblem, lacking the actual emblem. It was as if she knew that he would be a wielder. Veris has always had an intense fascination in her, and hopes to find her someday.
Veris was born and raised in the slums of Galio, and as such, was very immersed in the very wet environment. From a very young age, his talents as a water wielder began to show as he swam around in the pools of the inner Galio slums, when a few other kids in the slums were flinging water at him for fun, and he blasted it back at them with twice the force. When that happened, his father knew that Veris needed to be alone for some time while he developed his talents, and decided to take Veris with him on his merchanting exploits. During that time, Veris was taught by his father about trade and economics of the world. He knew his father bought wool cheap from farmers, and sold it at a higher price to people in bigger cities. There were more profitable things to buy and sell, such as spices or velvet, but his father was content with the trade he was in.
Over the years he spent with his father on the ship, Veris trained his water wielding skills alone. On his twelfth birthday, his father bought him the emblem to fit his glove, so he could finally safely practice his water wielding. One stormy night when he was 15, something happened that Veris will never forget. The sailors on the small ship, the
Soft Sail, were already having trouble handling the sails, but they could never have hoped to deal with what was about to come upon them. A pirate ship sailed right along their ship, and attacked the
Soft Sail. Pirates boarded the ship, quickly slaying the mercenary his father had bought, and demanded all of the wares and gold on the ship. His father, not wishing any more harm to come to his crew, let the pirates take their pick of the hold. Just when the pirates had taken all of the goods his father owned and had begun sailing away, they let loose a volley of arrows, one sticking Veris right in the leg, and another impaling his father through the neck. The image of his father's bloody face, mouth agape, on the deck has stayed in Veris' mind ever since.
Yet Veris was not about to let those pirates get away - he was going to avenge his father here and now. Trying to forget the immense pain in his leg, Veris concentrated on the waves crashing against the pirate ship slowly moving away. He manipulated their momentum, making the waves rise higher, faster, stronger... until that pirate ship began to tip. Veris could hear their cries as they desperately attempted to save the ship from capsizing, but they could not stop the waves. Their cries for help as they drowned in the deep ocean snapped Veris back into reality, and he remembered his pain shortly before blacking out. When he woke up, he was in a village, his wound being treated by a strange man. Apparently the sailors still on the ship managed to guide the
Soft Sail back to shore, and docked in this tiny village, somewhat near Ladria. Here he recuperated, full of doubts and a suffering from a severe lack of self-confidence. He thought he could have saved his father if only he had taken care of those pirates sooner... but Veris knew that he had to keep going. He knew that he should try to find his mother, and so came upon a merchant passing through the village talking about some sort of academy for wielders. It was his only chance, so he journeyed to Ladria, hoping to pick his life back up in this academy, and become someone he wasn't before.
Wielder or Duel Wielder: Single-element Wielder
Element(s): Water
Weapon: Veris carries a small dagger around, for protection, but mostly just for his meals. While not trained in any weapon combat, as a child he had a fascination with spears, and would gladly learn the ways of the spear given the chance.