|angry groucho. (ophion) wrote,|
@ 2013-05-12 02:27:00
|Entry tags:||resource: cr list, resource: game app, setting: emillion|
name Lord Ophion Barnard
nickname(s) Sometimes signs as Phi (Φ), but does not readily allow people to call him that. Also known as “Ophie” to his dismay.
age & dob
residence Commoners District
class Scholar (12) → Black Mage (17) → Red Mage (22).
guild Mages Guild
weapon Carries a chokutō which he only uses as a last resort.
Ophion stands at a respectable 6' 1. His broad-shoulders and looming stand set him out from the crowd. Though not an active participant in noble functions, he still carries himself with confidence and propriety of his upbringing. He strongly favors deep blues, navies, midnights, blacks and the like while he avoids bright colors like the plague. Ophion speaks more with his eyes, cool and steely, than he does with his body (Just try to get him wipe the scowl from his face). His eyes follow in Barnard legend, a seemingly common dark brown, almost black, that when one pays attention, shows the intensity in his emotions.
In what feels like another lifetime, Ophion was soft-hearted and openly affectionate. His original dream was to join the EKP when he grew up, like his father and as such greatly sought his father's approval and acknowledgement of his abilities. Since the massacre, he withdrew from the world and social connections, focusing solely on revenge. He threw aside relationships he found useless to his quest, built walls to keep others out and wastes no time shooting down those he finds troublesome. Though he appears to be aloof and stoic, Ophion is not as successful at cutting ties as he thinks he ought to be.
Ophion grew up second best to his brother, walking in the shadow of his family name. To this day, he obsesses over the need to be the best, the need to catch up to the number one, to be stronger and smarter and faster. He hides this complex by distancing himself from others. Though he doubts his own skill, Ophion believes that he deserves to be better (as a Barnard, as a hard-worker, or just because). When someone challenges his position, he fixates on defeating them. In his adolescence, he was notorious for underestimating enemies and this overconfidence was easy to exploit. Although not openly antagonistic, experience taught him to second-guess others, to build walls and to never let his guard down.
Despite not seeming to care about anyone, Ophion still clings onto his Barnard teachings: family comes first. The Barnards were not particularly religious or patriotic. They were selfish, some might say, and Ophion is too. Barnards cared about family but only their own. To this day, Ophion prioritizes his family, those he loves by blood or not, over everything and everyone else. He carries pride in his family's name with every step he takes, every move he plans, every spell he casts. As the last remaining member, he is determined to live out their ideals and is driven by his desire to protect them and preserve their memory.
The Barnards were a small noble family, long past their heyday as supposed contributors to the formation of Emillon. Though still a well-known name in the port city, the rumors of possibly being the founding pillars had dwindled away, along with most of the branches of cousins and uncles and aunts. The remaining Barnards lived proudly in their estate, a privileged family of four, reaping the benefits as members of the uppercrust.
Coddled and spoiled as the younger of two sons, Ophion basked in the attention but struggled to live up to the expectations his brother, six years his senior, had set. While Ophion was smart, Alanthis was a prodigy. While Ophion needed four hours of training, Alanthis only needed one. His brother soon followed in their father's footsteps by joining the Fighters Guild, and later the Knights of Peace. Ophion dreamed of doing the same but showed little aptitude for the life of a fighter. While their father pitted the two against each other and Ophion tried desperately to follow, Alanthis played his cards as the middleman, carrying his brother each step of the way. Thick as thieves, the brothers stood tall, side by side. Ophion wished to copy Alanthis, not for their father's sake, but out of admiration. With his brother's encouragement (and reminder that a great-great-relative was once a powerful mage, not fighter), he joined the Mages Guild at twelve years old. It was the first major decision that separated him from his dearest brother, but Alanthis insisted that Ophion would shine in any guild, that he need not remain in the dark and the shadows for his life.
As a scholar, Ophion was finally recognized for his own talents and not compared to his brother (as often as their father did). The other mages took him under their wing and the Tower became a refuge from his family pressures. Every day, he still returned to his home in Barnard Manor, eager to show his father the spells he learned. Only once Ophion began to study Fira, did Papa Barnard acknowledge his youngest son as being a true bearer of their surname.
The next day, Ophion returned to a manor destroyed, burned to the ground. All he remembered of the moment was the smoke scorching his nostrils, the corpses of parents and servants scattered no different than debris—and his brother, looming over their lifeless bodies, bloodied weapon still in hand. That night, Alanthis left him alone for good and Ophion vowed to avenge his family.
At first, he was lauded as a survivor, babied by other nobles and neighbors, by charity funds (scams in truth) and by the press. The publicity worked in his favor at first. But the novelty wore off, citizens bored of old news and swept the Barnard massacre under the bed in favor of the happier name, Barnard incident. Barnard property was handed over to the government and Ophion was shipped off to live in an orphanage, falling out of favor with the upper class and losing touch with noble life. As a ward of the city, he shuttled between the mages tower, where he drowned himself in his studies to avoid survivor's guilt, and the substitute home in the Tenements, where he met Azalea Cerelia, an Apprentice and daughter of the seamstress next door. Though he built walls around himself in the vulnerability after the massacre, Ophion and Azalea grew to be close friends.
On his eighteenth birthday, the orphanage celebrated with a coming-of-age party and he was forced to move out and into his own home in the Tenements. The thief and her family became the only stabilizing forces in his life of constant change, and though Ophion always drifted to study, to train, to sulk, he knew they would always be there. They were the only people who stayed.
Just as Ophion began to form bonds, a Mage Guild councilor (whose current whereabouts are unknown) took him under his wing. Ophion secretly longed for a father-figure and sought to find one in his mentor. The council man introduced Ophion to the power available to him in red magic, driving the young black mage to begin study alternatives to old Barnard magic. Ophion pulled away from his friends again to pour over books in secret. In search of power, his mentor had long abandoned social conventions in favor of Dark magic and other forbidden arts. It would take the last Barnard years more to learn his first Dark spell and years more to master it, but his mentor lit the spark.
Eventually, Ophion advanced to the red mage class and broke ties with his former mentor. Since leaving his apprenticeship, the red mage began to reconnect with society. It was during this time that he picked up his chokuto. He became more integrated in the noble circles as they once again took notice of his work with the guilds and he managed to make enough gil to move into the Commoners District. He prefers working with the Bards Guild, legitimate activities or not; and though not open about his Dark magic research, Ophion openly associates with fell knights and other heretics. Between missions, he continues to study Dark arts from books hidden away in the nooks and cranny of his apartment.
All the while, his promise for revenge burns inside him and he never lets those around him forget it.
○ Chokuto. He can wield it well enough to get himself out of trouble. Giving him a slight advantage over less physically able mages, as he has been training with it for over ten years.
○ Chokuto. He is not traditionally trained in swordsmanship and will not stand up to a fighter using this alone.
○ His favorite food is riceballs with tuna. He dislikes sweet or sticky foods.
pb Dominic West
○ Mage plot! Some antagonism with the brash Fighters?