Arqun Valsavis

Arqun Valsavis is a Neressain Warrior.

Appearence
Well, a veteran cavalryman is rarely handsome in most cases. It's true that they're not as bulky and fat as heavy-armored knights, since they don't have to carry thirty kilograms of iron, but since their armor protects them less, they're often mistaken for a zombie crudely put together by a novice necromancer. All of this is true for Arqun as well, as the traces of serious scars cover him from his feet to his neck, ugly cuts and deep stabs leaving marks on his skin. Otherwise, he's a relatively short man, at most 170 centimeters, but wiry, tough, and muscular, weighing almost 80 kilograms. His ice-cold, blue eyes stare out at the world from a severely damaged face, the lower part of which had to be severely burned by some serious heat source. That's why he doesn't wear a beard or mustache, and there's a good chance that he won't have any facial hair anymore. His hair is also thinning early, with his scalp almost bald and his chestnut brown, weak, fine hair cut short all around like a "hair crown." However, he doesn't usually show it, preferring to wear a khafiya (a turban-like head covering with a scarf that can be wrapped over the face) that's common in hot regions. He's hardly ashamed of his baldness, as he doesn't have much left to be vain about. There's a mark of a slave iron collar under his neck, which identifies him as a slave of the Bru'k orc tribe to those who know what it means, and which someone (everyone has a logical feeling that it was Arqun himself) tried to literally pull off with a dull blade. The collar was damaged, but still recognizable. It's a rare ugly sight for the wanderer...

Personality
Not everyone is born into a glittering, shining life in a great hall of a knight's castle, growing up among silk and velvet, but even compared to the average, the warrior has had difficult years that have greatly affected his psyche. Arqun burned out, lost his faith and illusions, becoming a self-willed figure. Gone are his homeland, his honor, his convictions, and his family. The man collapsed, and today only flickering remnants of his former consciousness remain. He is quite self-centered, even selfish, clinging to life with incredible vehemence, although he himself could not say why. Simply a survivor type. If he has no reason to do so, he does not try to harm others, but if his stomach is empty and there is no better option, he will cut someone's throat for a few days' worth of food and drink on a street corner. The ruins of his former honor are still present, and he does not lift his sword against a pregnant woman or an underage child, but his moral obligations end there. He is not truly evil yet, has not been entirely consumed by the world, but it won't take much. Currently, he is like a hunted, despised, and kicked animal. He flees and forgets without thinking. Bought love, bad, watered-down beer, or anything that comes along. But behind the stomach-churning power of the sour kiss of a prostitute and the dwarf's strong liquor, there is still something. Something that doesn't really scare him anymore. Surviving the depths of orc slave pits requires learning to kill something in yourself that makes you human. Mercy, forgiveness, love. Arqun's mind could not handle that period, his emotional world collapsed, his mind partially shattered. He doesn't have a second personality, but his character distorts occasionally. He doesn't know what triggers it. Sometimes it's drunken euphoria. Other times it's the sight of orcs. Almost always. During these times, his emotional world disappears. He becomes cruel, sadistic. He enjoys killing, enjoys the sparkle of fear in his victims' eyes, the taste of blood licked from his weapon's edge. He destroys orc-wearing prostitutes or infants with the same ease, even pleasure, as he would enjoy other sweet pastries. And sometimes not just orcs anymore. Like a dark brew settling onto his mind, his truly dark, relentless side, slowly but surely reshapes, kills, and recreates the veteran's soul. And what is born from it...only the truly perverse can find pleasure in it. Does he still have redemption? No one can know, but there will hardly be anyone who would waste their time on him. This is Arqun. A human wreck who no longer has a god, a homeland, or honor... but he still has his weapon. And he can wield it quite well...

Biography
The next day, a short, scrawny man with a dark khafiya covering his face listened to the words of the news spreader on the main square. He was disgusted by the young-looking priest who was shouting about a church reward for the informant who could tell them how the smiling man ended up in a canal. He spat in front of himself in disgust and covered his scarred lips with a rag. There are those who take offense at sanctimoniousness even more than he does after a few drinks. But he won't betray them for two gold coins. After all, this is a kind of brotherhood. A congregation of hyenas in human skin who have nothing else. Respectable people see them as harmful worms, but… even worms have their own legion where comrades remain the same as on the brighter side of life. He walked away slowly, after all, it was time to find work…or prey.

The original FRPG
Arqun Valsavis first appeared on the Hungarian version of the forum on the 20th of May, 2013, but never took part in any adventures.

The 2013 game


Just like many forum characters, Arqun was planned to appear in the 2013 game as a recruitable companion, but nothing came out of that.