Name: Dederik Vonkaiserblitz
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Birthday: Claims February 25th , true January 18th
Sexuality: Pansexual
Special Characteristics:War and fighting has taken its toll on Dederik’s body, it is not a flawless form like those of mages whom can fight without concern of being struke. Arrows have pierced his flesh, blades torn into his muscle, bones broken all while his body was pushed to its limits for survival in the heat of battle. As such small scars litter across him, ranging from some so small and light in tone that they are difficult to see while others have a more prominent mark on him that litter across his back, the one area he where he could not defend.
Personality: Despite what he may say Dederik is just like anyone else. He has his layers of personality, the portion of himself and masks that he wears on the surface, his inner desires or secrets that he keeps to himself and the core of who he is. The first layer is the most deceptive, it is a layer with a mixture of both truth and falsehood that give the appearance of an arrogant, confident man with a default facial expression that seems to scream “I don’t wanna do anything.” type of attitude. It is the layer that holds a fondness for cute things, that thrives on teasing others and enjoying life in almost a hedonistic style. Something is always being done, some activity in place or music coating the background.
Beneath the surface and at his core however, the truth of him is revealed. Just like how his flesh is coated in the scars of battle so too is his mentality and emotional state and although he is young he has already faced many trials in life. The oldest scar is that of his Vati’s passing and while it is long healed it extends across his entire being as being the thing that shaped the person he shall become. It is what has given him the strength to walk his own path, to let go of any notions of trying to please the man who raised him and be true to himself just as he was while he was a child. It is thanks to that scar that he learned to be responsible for his younger brother, to learn how to care for him and the estate. It is also the thing that bred his dislike for silence.
His younger brother was always a quiet child, Dederik was the source of noise and trouble in the household while their father took care of them. After his passing however he could no longer be as carefree as before, he had to raise his younger brother and take on more responsibility. This often left the house empty for long periods of time, forcing himself to reminisce of the past and cause his pain to heighten. After that he could no longer stand the silence, and had to always have something going on in the background to relax.
Other scars that remain the death of a cherished mentor, of inhuman killings, his hands dyed with the blood of family and friends. Finally also the love of someone that he could never be with. But none run as deep and true as the most recent of his exile. It is what brought out and revealed to himself his true fears, of the things he loved most and with its passing lost. His fear of being forgotten, of having he has done stripped away until even the memories of himself were lost in the minds of those he held most dear. He faced the horrors of almost losing his own memories, of what it was that made him who he is.
All of these things and more come together to form his core. That of a diligent soldier, always on time and tidy despite appearances but bore scars on both his soul and body. He has a carefree, arrogant attitude that is true to his inner nature, he is teasing and yet at the same time empathetic. While he may appear to be a jerk in his heart he truly does care for people, and would do the right thing when the time comes for it.
When he is in battle though his cockiness shines through, either in taunts or teasing. He enjoys fighting, thrives on it but his recklessness has long since been beaten out of him through constant fights for his life. No matter how arrogant he is, years of serving in the military, receiving rigorous training and near death experiances has seared into him the fact that everyone loses and all it takes is one mistake or overconfidence. This has allowed him to serve as a dependable soldier in the face of danger while his years as an officer class and leader of troops has educated him in the tactics of war and battles.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Motivations:
Fears:
General Appearance
Height: 5’9
Weight: 147lbs
Hair: Platinum Blonde/White
Eyes: Red
Skin Tone: Light
Appearance: Dederik most often ears uniform type clothing, be it militaristic, rune knight’s, or suits. He does have more casual attire that he wears, but due to being a rune knight the majority of the time he has to be presentable.
Guild/Council
Guild: Rune Knights
Tattoo: Right middle fingernail in black. Making it so that if he holds it out flat it seems normal to himself, but to show someone in front of him he has to flip them off.
Rank: D
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Birthday: Claims February 25th , true January 18th
Sexuality: Pansexual
Special Characteristics:War and fighting has taken its toll on Dederik’s body, it is not a flawless form like those of mages whom can fight without concern of being struke. Arrows have pierced his flesh, blades torn into his muscle, bones broken all while his body was pushed to its limits for survival in the heat of battle. As such small scars litter across him, ranging from some so small and light in tone that they are difficult to see while others have a more prominent mark on him that litter across his back, the one area he where he could not defend.
Personality: Despite what he may say Dederik is just like anyone else. He has his layers of personality, the portion of himself and masks that he wears on the surface, his inner desires or secrets that he keeps to himself and the core of who he is. The first layer is the most deceptive, it is a layer with a mixture of both truth and falsehood that give the appearance of an arrogant, confident man with a default facial expression that seems to scream “I don’t wanna do anything.” type of attitude. It is the layer that holds a fondness for cute things, that thrives on teasing others and enjoying life in almost a hedonistic style. Something is always being done, some activity in place or music coating the background.
Beneath the surface and at his core however, the truth of him is revealed. Just like how his flesh is coated in the scars of battle so too is his mentality and emotional state and although he is young he has already faced many trials in life. The oldest scar is that of his Vati’s passing and while it is long healed it extends across his entire being as being the thing that shaped the person he shall become. It is what has given him the strength to walk his own path, to let go of any notions of trying to please the man who raised him and be true to himself just as he was while he was a child. It is thanks to that scar that he learned to be responsible for his younger brother, to learn how to care for him and the estate. It is also the thing that bred his dislike for silence.
His younger brother was always a quiet child, Dederik was the source of noise and trouble in the household while their father took care of them. After his passing however he could no longer be as carefree as before, he had to raise his younger brother and take on more responsibility. This often left the house empty for long periods of time, forcing himself to reminisce of the past and cause his pain to heighten. After that he could no longer stand the silence, and had to always have something going on in the background to relax.
Other scars that remain the death of a cherished mentor, of inhuman killings, his hands dyed with the blood of family and friends. Finally also the love of someone that he could never be with. But none run as deep and true as the most recent of his exile. It is what brought out and revealed to himself his true fears, of the things he loved most and with its passing lost. His fear of being forgotten, of having he has done stripped away until even the memories of himself were lost in the minds of those he held most dear. He faced the horrors of almost losing his own memories, of what it was that made him who he is.
All of these things and more come together to form his core. That of a diligent soldier, always on time and tidy despite appearances but bore scars on both his soul and body. He has a carefree, arrogant attitude that is true to his inner nature, he is teasing and yet at the same time empathetic. While he may appear to be a jerk in his heart he truly does care for people, and would do the right thing when the time comes for it.
When he is in battle though his cockiness shines through, either in taunts or teasing. He enjoys fighting, thrives on it but his recklessness has long since been beaten out of him through constant fights for his life. No matter how arrogant he is, years of serving in the military, receiving rigorous training and near death experiances has seared into him the fact that everyone loses and all it takes is one mistake or overconfidence. This has allowed him to serve as a dependable soldier in the face of danger while his years as an officer class and leader of troops has educated him in the tactics of war and battles.
Likes:
- Fighting:Be it teasing, getting into playful name calling, arguments, or outright physical brawls Dederik enjoys them all. It gets rid of quiet moments, makes one’s blood pump, and creates memories to be cherished years down the road. But his love for combat is only part of what lead him into the life of the soldier and officer in the military, a career that he spent nearly fourteen years in with several years prior being trained by the greatest warrior he knew, his Vati. He joined the military not only for the pleasure of testing himself, something he prided in by training the harshest he could, but also to become strong enough to protect his brother just as their father has protected him. During his years in the military he has learned a wealth of knowledge in combat, gained experience, and helped dull his recklessness to make him a better person.
- Cute Things: There is no shame in liking something cute and for Dederik collecting them is a pleasant hobby.
- Journals:Ever since he could remember he has been keeping a journal and wrote in it every day. Over the years he had created an entire library dedicated to them. They are the one place he could write down how he truly felt, where he could expose himself and remember the past clearly. They also made wonderful blackmail and teasing material, due to bringing up old embarrassments of others after they had been forgotten.
Dislikes:
- Crying: His Vati once told him that crying doesn’t mean you are weak, it means that you have been strong for too long. The first time he had ever seen him cry was on his deathbed when his father finally opened up to him fully, to gaze upon his young child and see the man he would become. In his eye his father wasn’t weak when he cried, his father was strong enough to cry and he was able to let out all of the emotions he felt in the end. When Dederik sees people crying for poor reasons it disgusts him, when he hears the bawling of children he attempts to appease them as it brings back memories of his young brother.
- Silence: Silence reminds him the quite house after his Vati’s death, of how empty it felt when he was the one taking care of his brother without the sound of someone in the kitchen, of people walking or the sound of classical and jazz that his father enjoyed listening to in the background. Even though he disliked such songs he missed them, and to this day when he is feeling melancholy on the inside he plays them with a smile as he quietly suffers and remembers the past on the inside.
- Trials: Attending trials brings back the memories of his exile, of how him and his brother had cried for the first time since their father passed away. Of how even the people he teased, as a kid, people who claimed to dislike him defended him on stage and pleaded his innocence. The amount of emotions that surged during the process; of him staying strong through to the end when it was time for his banishment is something he wishes to avoid remembering in public.
Motivations:
- Memories:The spell that took away the memories of him from his loved ones can be broken, he had overcome it thanks to his magic being born in his most desperate hour. If it had been able to preserve his, then he holds hope that he can find a way to reverse what was done to the others. Finding the way is one of his biggest goals in life, and it is a goal that he is hellbent on achieving.
- Crowned: The one goal that was born before the trial, that he has held within his heart ever since he was a child was to one day lead the nation to future glory as one of its leaders. Thanks to his childhood, his duty to take on the head of his household he has developed and learned the abilities to lead his estate and someday a nation. But that is not all; he does not simply wish to lead his home country. He wishes to unite others, to carve out a glorious foundation for future foundations to build upon.
- Truth: Even if all trace of him was removed from the memories of others, the trial still keeps records and magical seals to help ensure the capture of exiled ones. If he can find a way to get to the truth of what had happened and prove his innocence than he could return to his homeland.
Fears:
- Forgetting: No matter how much it hurts him, even if it keeps his scar from ever truly healing Dederik does not wish to forget his past. It is those memories of growing up, his loved ones and suffering that made him who he is. And while forgetting takes away the pain in his heart, the warmth of what he has experienced is worth so much more.
- Exile:His home is where his heart is, it is where his happiness radiates from. Fiora is not where he belongs, it is not filled with the people he loves or that makes him happy. Even if he makes friends or people he enjoys spending time with he knows deep in his heart that it could never fill the void left from his exile. It is for that reason that he strives to find a way to return, but it is also for that reason that he fears never being able to go back home.
- Return: As far as he knows, everyone he has ever met and loved has have their memories of him stripped away. If he should ever complete his goal, to return home and try to restore what has been taken he fears that it would fail. That he would have to try to reform their bonds, to get his beloved younger brother to accept him.
General Appearance
Height: 5’9
Weight: 147lbs
Hair: Platinum Blonde/White
Eyes: Red
Skin Tone: Light
Appearance: Dederik most often ears uniform type clothing, be it militaristic, rune knight’s, or suits. He does have more casual attire that he wears, but due to being a rune knight the majority of the time he has to be presentable.
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Guild/Council
Guild: Rune Knights
Tattoo: Right middle fingernail in black. Making it so that if he holds it out flat it seems normal to himself, but to show someone in front of him he has to flip them off.
Rank: D