Titus Valentius

Remarkably Unremarkable

❝ It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood… War is hell. ❞

 please be 21+  to interact! no creeps nor bigots. 21+ RPer  from the UK. 9 (I think?) years of RP experience! Just here to make some fun stories and have a creative outlet. Not about that drama, I'm always available for healthy and open communication! Sometimes  I'm too nervous to approach people, but if I've got the RP tag on, feel free to walk up or send me a /tell! No socials!  Sorry, I don't use anything like discord or... idk what else they use, Skype? Zoom? MSN? Just means I keep my in-game in-game and IRL separate. Always happy to send and receive /tells though! moon codes  are welcome, I'm easygoing with sharing them, I like seeing how people have made their oc's in game! that said i fully respect people who are more hesitant to share mare for any reason.

❝ Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red. ❞

character name   
nameTitus Aan Valentiusage25
pronounshe / himraceXaela
originGarlean ConscriptclassSoldier
orientationStraightlanguageCommon

 at a glance  He's like a wolf that's just been to the groomers. Holding the imposing, giant frame of his kin- complete with a full map of scars that mark his battles- and yet there's something very clean about him. Hair neat and purposefully styled, clothes freshly pressed or armour just polished. They mark him as an outsider to the Steppe, an outsider to most of the realm, honestly.Dull crimson eyes regard you with a contagious fatigue, as if the man was only half-alive, if the bags beneath them were anything to go by. Thick, jagged scars claw their way across damaged scales, an effort clearly having been made to make them presentable in spite of the irreparable state they're now found in.

  • height : 7 fulm something

  • weight : 250~ ponnze

  • eye color : Dull red

  • hair color : Sleek black with a Shock of white

  • skin color : An anaemic peach

  • piercings : None

  • tattoos : None

  • scars : From Head to Toe

  • symbols : symbols

  • accessories : accessories

 personality  Sooner to sneer at the world than smile, and sooner to grow wings than genuinely laugh. He seems a miserable sort at first glance - but that's only a half-truth. He's quite grounded. Simply lacking the enthusiasm Hydaelyn has for chaos and reckless abandon. He's still as good chat as anyone, more polite than most of his ilk, in all likelihood. Though how much of it is a façade is anyone's guess. Scratching beneath that icy surface is a dedicated task that few are keen to keep up with.Beyond that, he's painfully normal (he thinks so, at least), a soldier told to fight heroes and gods with steel as if it made perfect sense. He's an ungifted extra fallen onto main stage, but what's stranger in a world where everything's wondrous than something that isn't? Points of Interest  The man's aura is almost non-existent, mages better off tracking him visually than attempting to sense it, closer inspection revealing a wreckage of mana pathways inside his body that have left him- for most intents and purposes- unable to use magic, alongside a few other side effects.

  • positive traits

  • professional

  • socially aware

  • witty

  • a dutiful protector

  • negative traits

  • stubborn

  • jaded

  • crestfallen

  • terrible cook

  • likes

  • warm weather

  • technology

  • reading (though not very well)

  • dislikes

  • rain & snow

  • overly loud people

  • places without flushing toilets

Bonds (WIP)  
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How he ended up there is anyone's guess, but Titus only knows the Empire as his supposed home, taking the military route to try and gain himself full citizenship. Well- before it all went to shit, of course. Fellow Garleans may recognise or empathise with a countryman, just as steppe born Xaela may be confused, intrigued or disgusted by one so removed from their culture. Others may simply be shocked to engage with a civil Garlean that can maintain their manners.

He possesses no great power, no jobstone nor magicked gift. Titus relies upon his swordsmanship and survival skills to see jobs through as a mercenary or bodyguard. Perhaps you've spotted him around the guildhalls and bounty boards, do you need the unique perspective of the non-magickal? Or maybe you want to know how a grunt using the bare bones has survived as long as he has?

His mana pathways were twisted into a complete mess in an attack many moons ago. Resulting in his inaptitude of any but the most basic magick uses such as aetherytes - the attempted use of which brought on extreme pain. In the long run, this has fried his pain receptors, resulting in a near inability to feel pain. Not that it prevents any of the injuries happening. Magic-flow through his body is still nauseating, especially so in the case of invasive healing magicks.

it's not that he's a downer or spoilsport. If anything, Titus is making the best of his situation in spite of a very obvious bout of depression and various other mental ailments. his eyes are devoid of energy, yet not of courteous attention. his brooding image doesn't seem like a stylish choice, but a quiet resignation into a world-weary status-quo. something had to have made him this way, but what? are you birds of a feather? or are you a ray of sunshine who enjoys a challenge?

Perhaps it's just a little curiosity that pulls you towards this man. Do you share his favour for sharp dressing? Caught a glimpse of the latest tome he's been trying to read? Wanted to know his workout routine because you wanna get crazy jacked too? Maybe you just like the look of him. It can be nothing, or it can be anything! Feel free to come pester him!