Victor Valbrand
Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2021 11:29 pm
1. Are you 18 or older? Yes, I was born in 1996
2. Do you have past experience with collaborative writing or roleplay, and if so, roughly how much? I have approximately 12 years of experience doing play-by-post rp, as well as experience with four tabletop systems (D&D5e, Call of Cthulu 7e, Pokemon Tabletop United, and LANCERs v1.3 and earlier).
3. Roleplay sample
"Véra! Sterling is gone! We need to go before we're next!" A Huntsman in his mid-20s put his hand on the shoulder of his companion, watching in horror as a Beringel rampaged through the courtyard their friend had just died in. "Onyx got most of the survivors out, let's sweep the village quickly to find any stragglers and get out of here." The man hefted his axe onto his shoulder and started running to his left, leaving the right side to Véra. She exhaled, steeling her resolve and gripped her rapier tight. "Okay. No one else needs to die today. I won't allow it," she said to herself as she turned and started running, using her sharp eyes to look for anything out of the ordinary. This small village in the middle of the wilderness of Anima was a prime target for Grimm attack, why didn't they have a Huntsman to protect them?
Véra was startled from her thoughts by the sounds of screaming ahead. She ran quickly, rounding the corner in time to see a young woman torn asunder by an Alpha Beowulf in front of her husband and a young child. She felt a burning anger building inside of her, which she quickly extinguished as she forced herself to regain her composure and control her emotions like a true Huntress. "No more," she reminded herself. She readied her rapier and stepped forward. "Hey! This way you stupid mutt!" she called out, getting the beast's attention... Or at least that had been her intention. Instead the Beowulf ignored her and swung at the child, knocking him bleeding to the ground. The man tried to tackle the creature in a rage only to be picked up and slammed to the ground. As the Beowulf went to bite the man's throat, Véra leapt into action far too late. As her blade sunk through the flesh of the Beowulf's chest, she could hear the sickening crunch of human flesh and bone. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her own failure to act caused these innocent people to die.
It was the sound of crying behind her that brought her back to the moment. Suddenly the smell of smoke seemed much thicker, and she realized the buildings nearby where on fire. "It's spreading faster than we'd anticipated," she observed before turning to see the child crying on the ground, his arm bleeding where the Beowulf had struck him. "Hey, easy, I've got you," she said reassuringly as she sheathed her rapier and tore a strip of cloth from her shirt, wrapping it tightly around the wound as a makeshift bandage. "Is that better?" she asked soothingly as she pet his head. The boy wiped his eyes and nodded solemnly. "What's your name? I'm Véra Noire." "I-I'm Victor," the boy answered. "Victor Valbrand." It was then that the wall of the building collapsed behind them, burying the bodies of Victor's parents beneath bricks and burning wood. "Come with me, we're getting out of here before we end up dead too," she said as she picked the child up, holding him to her chest. She looked around closely, seeing only dead bodies and burning buildings remaining in this area, so she began running as fast as she could carrying the child to the rendezvous point outside the village where she was to meet with Onyx and Braun, the two surviving teammates she'd been friends with since their days at Haven Academy.
2. Do you have past experience with collaborative writing or roleplay, and if so, roughly how much? I have approximately 12 years of experience doing play-by-post rp, as well as experience with four tabletop systems (D&D5e, Call of Cthulu 7e, Pokemon Tabletop United, and LANCERs v1.3 and earlier).
3. Roleplay sample
"Véra! Sterling is gone! We need to go before we're next!" A Huntsman in his mid-20s put his hand on the shoulder of his companion, watching in horror as a Beringel rampaged through the courtyard their friend had just died in. "Onyx got most of the survivors out, let's sweep the village quickly to find any stragglers and get out of here." The man hefted his axe onto his shoulder and started running to his left, leaving the right side to Véra. She exhaled, steeling her resolve and gripped her rapier tight. "Okay. No one else needs to die today. I won't allow it," she said to herself as she turned and started running, using her sharp eyes to look for anything out of the ordinary. This small village in the middle of the wilderness of Anima was a prime target for Grimm attack, why didn't they have a Huntsman to protect them?
Véra was startled from her thoughts by the sounds of screaming ahead. She ran quickly, rounding the corner in time to see a young woman torn asunder by an Alpha Beowulf in front of her husband and a young child. She felt a burning anger building inside of her, which she quickly extinguished as she forced herself to regain her composure and control her emotions like a true Huntress. "No more," she reminded herself. She readied her rapier and stepped forward. "Hey! This way you stupid mutt!" she called out, getting the beast's attention... Or at least that had been her intention. Instead the Beowulf ignored her and swung at the child, knocking him bleeding to the ground. The man tried to tackle the creature in a rage only to be picked up and slammed to the ground. As the Beowulf went to bite the man's throat, Véra leapt into action far too late. As her blade sunk through the flesh of the Beowulf's chest, she could hear the sickening crunch of human flesh and bone. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her own failure to act caused these innocent people to die.
It was the sound of crying behind her that brought her back to the moment. Suddenly the smell of smoke seemed much thicker, and she realized the buildings nearby where on fire. "It's spreading faster than we'd anticipated," she observed before turning to see the child crying on the ground, his arm bleeding where the Beowulf had struck him. "Hey, easy, I've got you," she said reassuringly as she sheathed her rapier and tore a strip of cloth from her shirt, wrapping it tightly around the wound as a makeshift bandage. "Is that better?" she asked soothingly as she pet his head. The boy wiped his eyes and nodded solemnly. "What's your name? I'm Véra Noire." "I-I'm Victor," the boy answered. "Victor Valbrand." It was then that the wall of the building collapsed behind them, burying the bodies of Victor's parents beneath bricks and burning wood. "Come with me, we're getting out of here before we end up dead too," she said as she picked the child up, holding him to her chest. She looked around closely, seeing only dead bodies and burning buildings remaining in this area, so she began running as fast as she could carrying the child to the rendezvous point outside the village where she was to meet with Onyx and Braun, the two surviving teammates she'd been friends with since their days at Haven Academy.