Versei

**Basics/Personality:**

Versei Avarice Loche, son of the infamous Miranok Loche from Daimaini's royal guard battalion and healer Drea Vaan, is as one would expect from his looming stature. He is silent, hates small talk, and is about as pleasant as a spiny cactus on his best days. He stands 7'1" and is a wealth of muscles and cold ire. His blue skin is offset with one large set of obsidian horns, adorned usually with small golden ornaments and gems. His eyes are a bright fiery band of yellow hate inlaid into black, and tend to be off putting for their savage intensity. Or maybe it is his lack of blinking. On a good day he might smirk, but that is probably the extent of his emotional range with people.

His personality can be described as aloof, standoffish, and distant. He has a short fuse though his stoic nature rarely displays it openly on his face, and has an incapability of dealing with bullshit. That is to say he has very little patience and is more prone to putting people in place with physical force than words should they try and give him a run around. So it is rather strange that people rally to him. He is a natural leader however and exudes a certain *something* that shines even in the darkest of places. He is tactically very intelligent, well read, and leads with a confidence and assuredness which his companions usually lack or foist upon him. He listens well when it comes to ideas regarding battle and war, and can be understanding under those circumstances. So long as their enemies fall, he finds joy in the thanklessness of what the position of leader entails. Many of the mercenaries he worked with under Cair Duin's Adventurers Guild granted him the nick name "Ice King," for his demeanor yet his natural ability to rule his groups.

There are people who know him further than his cold exterior to his deepest heart and know it to be a loving and bright place. Most are dead but a few remain that could tell you there is a hearth fire under all the rage and ice. Dasmir Javik, Eromund Sundershield, and Aedor Saedrys former member of house Silme, all of whom he shared some positive time of domesticity/mentorship with/of.

Versei was raised in a hard home environment. His mother died in childbirth leaving his brute of a father to raise him alone. Lessons were taught with hard words or harder fists, and what power Versei lacked at him he gained outside of it. His relationship with the village children was that of a leader of sorts. Children however, are cruel beings and Versei was perhaps the cruelest of them. Early on in his youth he took to terrorizing those around him, especially Dasmir Javik, to varying degrees of cruelty which he would later resent himself for. Aedor, a blacksmith of twainfel, eventually helped to direct his negative violence into more stable tasks such as warping metal. The direction and guidance of an actual father figure helped temper Versei's temper into a more controlled beast. As he matured, that control only became stronger as he and his real father clashed.

Like all boys and girls, eventually things changed for Versei. He has always noticed aspects of people, even from a young age, but wiser in his early teens he recognized his hates as envy. His main victim, Dasmir, had a good home life. He had parents who loved him, patience and hugs, and more importantly a smile that lit up a room. He had and was everything Versei had been taught was weak. Being older lent Versei that insight and he took to mending his relationship with Dasmir though it was abysmal. Looking back he would mark that summer working with Aedor as the summer he began his life long wooing of Dasmir Javik. He started with gifts like flowers or books, though they hardly worked. This would continue with minimal success. In a way, if Twainfel hadn't fallen, and his father Miranok hadn't been slain, he doubted he would have ever gotten as close with Dasmir as he would come to be.

*The fall of Twainfel, 'The Spring of Red River':*

The day of the human invasion into Twainfel marked the end of village life for Versei. He had spent that day searching for Dasmir only to find him fetching water at the village well. It was rare to find him there as the other tiefling hated the well. It might have been because Versei had once locked him in it four winters prior and Dasmir had almost died. Today though the two would end up in it as the empire swept through their small town. They would spend the next two days listening to the battle and slaughter of the town; They would feel the heat from the rampant fires as the fames would lick around the stone of the well itself. The only comfort would be their arms clutching to one another and the pulsing of their hearts in their chests.

When the danger seemingly passed Versei and his charge emerged to the decimation of their childhood homes homes. They found the bodies of friends, family, and rivals alike among the deceased. Versei found his father, Miranok, trussed up like a ham for the slaughter in the village square along with any other infernal bloods found roaming during the initial sweeps. Others had been burned alive in houses and were unidentifiable, some were just beheaded and piked. The carnage and cruelty seemed to know no bounds. The town was filled with the wailing of widows and their children. Versei kept Dasmir's face pressed into his chest to attempt to hide the worst of it but to little effect. How could one hide something like this? What did one say? They never found Dasmir's parents.

The empire soldiers would eventually come back through. At that time Versei and Dasmir would have long since left the village in favor of the wilds.

*The Wilds to Cair Duin:*

They would spend the next year surviving, watching each other's back, and evading empire patrols. They were not always successful and Versei vowed he would protect Dasmir. He fought off any threats and with his formidable size, even at his young age. It wasn't difficult to overcome some weak human soldiers. Hell even Dasmir did in a few that were unlucky enough, though violence was not becoming of his little friend and he made it a point to let fewer and fewer get to the other. In the end they formed a strange habitation, Versei would hunt game and stave off humans, and Dasmir would cook, tend the camp, and generally decide what was worth keeping when they encountered wagons they could scavenge from. It was domestic and between the wilds and their quick hands, they did well enough to forgo starving. They weren't always successful however and It was their habit of light theft that would lead them to Eromund Sundershield and change their fates irrevocably. The man was a retired dwarf of Cair Duin's military, and impressive in combat. He took pity on the two children thieving from his assigned caravan, and took them under his wing. For Versei it was the second mentorship he would have and the second time he would ever consider anyone worthy enough to be called his father.

Eromund saw a kindred spirit in Versei, or rather his penchant for reckless violence and rage. It was Eromund who honed Versei's battle skills and later the one who would set him down the road of the Totem, though he lacked the path himself. Versei was not the same type of rage as Eromund, the dwarf had told him, so he needed to find the way it worked best for him. Versei's rage was far less chaos and more focused, colder in the blood, but he did know others who could help Versei. They still sparred regularly, and Eromund still spent hours a day drilling his new sons in battle. Though only Versei truly grasped the art. Eromund would in the years to come shape Versei into a barbarian far more capable than his biological father had ever been. Through Eromund Versei and Dasmir both found a home, a purpose, and a family. For once Versei had something tangible worth fighting for and he understood when looking back, how fate's design led him to a better life for himself.

At the age of sixteen. He joined the Cair Duin military for a time for mandatory conscription, while Dasmir worked on his apprenticeship in the Merchant's Guild. The military didn't offer much in the way of pay but it offered structure and experience. Both of which would ingrain habits into his daily routines. It also provided him the necessary credentials to get into the Adventurer's Guild within the coming years. It was during the next few years that he would begin to gain a reputation of a reliable force to hire, his nicknames (Ice King, Smiles, and The Butcher), and a safe place to grow his potential. It didn't bring in much coin or stable work though, and while Dasmir was more than capable of providing for them, even buying their home in the mountain ring itself, he wanted to be doing more for *them,* as more than domestic partners. He wanted their to be an official 'them'. As it stood he felt indebted and suddenly very much unequal in their partnership, Dasmir and Himself.

They had in the years following Twainfel, become much closer as a pair. Their relationship had evolved passed one of victim and tormentor, or survival partners, to something more, something deeper and without name. They were friends, confidants, and partners, sure. They ate and slept side by side, they leaned against each other when days were hard, yes but also they were somehow so much closer than that. Hardship had worn away their jagged edges with one another until their bond became easy and smooth. They belonged together, balanced precariously on a fine line that would either cement them together for eternity, or break them. They never talked of romance or partners before, and Versei knew Dasmir had suitors, but they were not him and he would prove he was worthy. Somehow. Within the next few months he became increasingly restless, irritable, and generally more unpleasant the more time passed without making progress in that endeavor despite his growing fame.

At eighteen he began getting visited by a golden tiefling named Menamor, a recruiter for the Resistance but it wasn't until a very strange offer that Versei eventually relented and joined. What better gift for a marriage proposal than ones own father after all? What better way to prove worth than to have a blessing? It was risky however. The Resistance fought regularly with the empire and would take him from Cair Duin towards that chaos. He would need to leave behind that which he valued if he wasn't willing to risk it to the Empire. Or the Resistance itself. So he didn't leave word of his joining, to Eromund or Dasmir, not wishing to have Dasmir follow him into a shady and no doubt dangerous organization and because Eromund would tell Dasmir.

He would find Caramir and drag him to his son to get his blessing. Simple. Then things would be settled and well, then what?

**Combat:**

Versei is a totem bear barbarian. He fights with cunning and an endless well of strength. His focus is unnerving, his hate and rage cold and visceral. When he steps onto a field he becomes the biggest threat. He is durable, holding up against the world like a mountain. He is prone to shielding weaker allies, relying on rogues to be his partners as he holds the enemies before him in place like a sentinel. His bloodline extends back to Zariel and lends him the interesting ability to add smite into his attacks which make him far more brutal of a man than most.

**Current Events/Sightings:**

1. Found in some Jail Somewhere near or around Taldirathon (sp?), he was missing memories, but might have them back.
2. Dasmir saw Versei's future of his escape from chains but without recognition of him. He feared it was from his destruction of a future set of events.
3. He returned to Cair Duin where he sat in a meeting with G2, seeing Dasmir for the first time in nearly four years.

* Whiskey,
* fighting,

*Hobbies:*

* Gardening,
* Smithing,
* Battle,

*Negative Relationships:*

* Menamor,
* Most People,
* The Empire

*Notable Connections:*

* Resistance
* Menamor
* Eromund Sundershield
* Various dwarven mercenary bands: Bloodstone Kilners, Ale Houzers, ect.
* Dasmir Javik
* Bat (Batgrold Skrall) of Zavarad's martial embassay

*Trinkets:*

* Greatax of Warning named Golden Promise in Infernal: Xirelye Vakzhelein from Dasmir when he joined the Adventurer's Guild
* Horn Ornaments with Jade inlays from Dasmir
* A badly carved bear from Eromund on a wire necklace. It looks like a blob of wood with inlays where eyes should be