Eliodoro
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Introduction:
Before you stands Eliodoro Machiavelli El Dante De Vallia, though he goes by many, many names. His favorite of which being il Ursio é Alvia.
His story is long and lengthy, though starts in the city, and global superpower of Alvia, situated in the forested regions of a far away planet in a far away realm. Born as royalty, he was the son and heir to a corrupt, vile king by the name of Anagon, a man so corrupt even his own guards refused to protect him. Following his father's execution, Eliodoro joined the police force of his home, and served for a great many years, working his way up the ranks until becoming chief officer. From there he enlisted in the military, serving as a marine in the royal Alvian Marine Corps.
Through his career he has gained hundreds of years of experience, with various types of weapons and various types of hand to hand combat. He is in no way to be underestimated.
Current Life:
Eliodoro currently lives in a large secluded chateau with his wife Becca De Vallia, and his three children, Abraham De Vallia, Senori De Vallia, and Cassia De Vallia.
Much more relaxed, Eliodoro has since retired from his lengthy military career and instead works with a group of monster hunters, of whom go by the name "Alturo' il di Maltura". Or Brotherhood of the Hunters. As such his demeanor has changed drastically, once stoic and duty driven, he's now relaxed, enjoying his retirement and what life has to offer.
Appearance:
Eliodoro is an elf, and shows the characteristics of such. Sharp orange eyes with cat-like pupils. Smooth, olive colored skin, free of imperfections, and long, perked ears that peak from his hair. His body lithe and toned, though his shoulders and left arm are covered with tattoos, which, if stared at long enough, tell quite a few stories. Shallow scars adorn his body, barely visible unless stared at directly. His hair a dark brown color, appearing almost golden in certain light, usually fashioned in an undercut, with his hair curled in large ringlets, those locks of hair swept to one side, kept out of the way of his face.
Before you stands Eliodoro Machiavelli El Dante De Vallia, though he goes by many, many names. His favorite of which being il Ursio é Alvia.
His story is long and lengthy, though starts in the city, and global superpower of Alvia, situated in the forested regions of a far away planet in a far away realm. Born as royalty, he was the son and heir to a corrupt, vile king by the name of Anagon, a man so corrupt even his own guards refused to protect him. Following his father's execution, Eliodoro joined the police force of his home, and served for a great many years, working his way up the ranks until becoming chief officer. From there he enlisted in the military, serving as a marine in the royal Alvian Marine Corps.
Through his career he has gained hundreds of years of experience, with various types of weapons and various types of hand to hand combat. He is in no way to be underestimated.
Current Life:
Eliodoro currently lives in a large secluded chateau with his wife Becca De Vallia, and his three children, Abraham De Vallia, Senori De Vallia, and Cassia De Vallia.
Much more relaxed, Eliodoro has since retired from his lengthy military career and instead works with a group of monster hunters, of whom go by the name "Alturo' il di Maltura". Or Brotherhood of the Hunters. As such his demeanor has changed drastically, once stoic and duty driven, he's now relaxed, enjoying his retirement and what life has to offer.
Appearance:
Eliodoro is an elf, and shows the characteristics of such. Sharp orange eyes with cat-like pupils. Smooth, olive colored skin, free of imperfections, and long, perked ears that peak from his hair. His body lithe and toned, though his shoulders and left arm are covered with tattoos, which, if stared at long enough, tell quite a few stories. Shallow scars adorn his body, barely visible unless stared at directly. His hair a dark brown color, appearing almost golden in certain light, usually fashioned in an undercut, with his hair curled in large ringlets, those locks of hair swept to one side, kept out of the way of his face.