[Mikael Varden]

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I I TOOK A SIP OF SOMETHING POISON BUT I'LL ON TIGHT

THIS APPLICATION IS CURRENTLY COMPLETE.

FULL NAME; Mikael Romulus Varden
AGE; 38
BIRTHDAY; August 1
GENDER; Male

BIRTH PLACE; Errigal
CLASS; Upper
OCCUPATION; General of the Errigal Army
CURRENT KINGDOM; Errigal
ALLIANCE; He doesn't take part in bullshit

MOTHER; Andrea
FATHER; Gregory
SISTERS; N/A
BROTHERS; N/A
OTHER FAMILY; Alexander Varden (cousin)
PETS; Astrix (Black Shepard-Guard dog) Rueben (Stallion)

STRENGTHS; Cunning nature, his ability to hide emotions, his physical strength
WEAKNESSES; Lust, Greed, and desire for attention
FEARS; Death

PERSONALITY;
[style= text-align: justify;]Mikael is very much like a drill Sargent in every way possible. His demeanor is usually stern and sharp, but for a woman he is a gentleman. He tends to be a flirt, but he keeps his manners in tack. To anyone who isn't wooed by him might be able to tell the shady look in his eyes. He may seem like someone to trust, but no one can trust anyone in times like these. To those Mikael respects, he puts on a great show, acting accordingly without fuss. To those he hates, well that's a story that is darker and much more graphic.

APPEARANCE;

He only stands about five foot nine, but he was a solid wall of muscles. Only middle aged, he could out strength a man in his early twenties easily. His hair is a dirty blonde in the cooler months, and it turns lighter during the summer, with a pair of crystal blue eyes to add to the striking features of his face. A sharp jaw, with broad shoulders, the man is a looker.

HISTORY;

Mikael Varden was the only child out of Andrea Varden. He was born in the house he spent most of his life in. His father had been part of the King's counsel, thus making big money for his family. His mother never had to work a day in her life, all she did was raise Mikael, and she honestly hardly even did this. They had a maid, and a wet nurse that cared for Mikael most of his life. The boy was taught the basics at a young age, he went for an education first, seeing that was what his father wanted him to do. Gregory believed brains over bronze any day. Mikael was 15 when he finished schooling, and he started training. Every boy in Errigal trained, it was something that had to happen if they were involved with richer families, a family could not have an unfit boy. Training filled Mikael out quickly, and he was taught many different skills, though his best was hand on hand combat. By the time he was twenty five he was well respected and known by the Royals, including the King. He was shoved into the army, making it right up to the top under the General. He was educated and lethal, something the King just loved. Though he was too young to run an army, (according to the King). He spent another five years under the general, learning and waiting for his turn to take over. Mikael knew he would get it, the King loved everything about him. It would have been longer than five years if Mikael hadn't put the matter into his own hands. A battle outside the grounds of Errigal helped Mikael in the matter of ridding the general himself. The man was in trouble, and from afar Mikael watched the man die, slaughtered by the enemy, instead of helping him, Mikael just sat, his sword still resting against his side. He was thirty when he was dubbed the general of Errigal, taking the name in vein. He married a few months after to a pretty lass by the name of Fera. She was twenty five, and a perfect trophy wife for the new General. Mikael was on top of the world for the next three years. He tried to get his wife pregnant, though nothing seemed to come by it, but he did not stop trying. He was thirty four when he found out what his wife was doing while he was fighting battles. She was fucking a blacksmith, and a blacksmith from Faylinn none the less. The day he found out, she mysteriously went missing, and for months Mikael followed his men looked for the were abouts of his wife. She was never found, thus meaning she could never cheat on him again. The general didn't think he wanted to marry every again after this, he was so torn up by the fact of unfaithfulness. Till he met her. For the past three years Mikael was working up on courting the Princess of Hrothgard. Not only would it mend relations between the two kings, but Mikael knew she was perfect. He met her three years ago, he was thirty five and she was fifteen. He was on a mission with his men in Hrothgard, and they were invited to join the ball. The moment he laid his eyes on the pretty young woman with the auburn curls he knew he wasn't going to find another he admired so much. He gazed and gazed, taking her beauty, though he did not out step his boundaries. His manners covered his emotions and he treated her like any stranger, smiling at her when she passed and bowing his head. It wasn't until she came to him, her pretty green eyes, her perfect smile, asking why he was standing alone. She was bold, daring and confident. Mikael danced with her once, and then left the next day, never to see her again. He gave her his first name, nothing else. She was fifteen and too young to be affected by that one dance. The general was convinced he would see her again, when she was of age. He would woo her and take her for his own, surely she would bare children and love him unconditionally.

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hi, my name is TYLERVIEHMAN and i'm 19 years old. i was awesome and read the rules, so i know that the secret phrase is REMOVED. this application was made by mercy and is not to be used on other forums.

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