ULRICH VERDERA
Age: Twenty-Five
Gender: Male
Personality: Ulrich Verdera, once an influential captain for the old Kardova Regime, has a long history of violence behind him. You have two choices: follow the trail of blood, come across his countless victims, and cower in his might, or turn tail, run away, flee the war, and never come back. For those fighting underneath this captain's harsh rule, everyone can vouch that Ulrich is a complete sadist. Several stories about him plague the barracks at night. In his third battle as a high-rank, Ulrich challenged a cadet who broke down at his first kill. Although in the back of his head, Ulrich knows he should have been more forgiving; he cannot stand for same weakness the cadet had that he himself showed long ago. Battle is a god-given pleasure. The sound of war roaring in your ears, the warm spurt of blood as it washes over your body, and feeling the power, the valor, the glory, of holding a life, as delicate as a butterfly, in your hands... Fond memories. Battle is pleasuring. It is
stimulating. For an inexperienced killer, it is cathartic. There are two types of battle in the world: one where you thought, and one where you didn't. Ulrich fights both a thousand times over every day. He prefers the latter form though. It allows him to release all that tension built up in him. The battle with the cadet? Another one of his "thoughtless battles." In the heat of war though, one always forgot who their comrades were. Enemies were everywhere. One cannot differentiate between them. Who cares if your comrade perished? Mourn and move on. Mourn and move on. After all,
they are dispensable are they not? Isn't that why they signed up for war in the first place? To live and die for their country? To die where they stand?
Ulrich's mind -- A smouldering mass of shambles, brimstone, and fire. He fights to avenge. He fights to mourn. He fights to forget. A bastard who knows nothing more than how to wield his weapon and control his pokemon is no more than a pawn in war. Not that Ulrich complains though. As long as he wins, there is nothing to complain about. Of course, before winning -- playing around takes precedence. Always a gentleman, Ulrich allows his enemy, whether bound or gagged, to be given a chance to fight for his or her freedom. That is always his way to deal with prisoners. In their panic, those prisoners who find themselves agreeing with the black-haired devil's proposal will soon experience a long, drawn-out, excruciating death.
Carving tattoos is always a specialty of his.
Deriving pleasure synonymous to sexual climax after a kill, Ulrich is no doubt a sociopath. Torturous methods are mundane to him, common to see whenever he is alone. After all, when outside of a war, there's no need to rush. He'll take his damn sweet time relishing every moment of torture, taking to it like he does to pleasure -- something rare in the fields of battle. As for saving himself.. Thinking of what happens should he perish in battle? His will? His dying words? His final say? Ulrich won't care, nor will he ever care, for preachers, bishops, and all the prophets in the world who wield the power of the god Arceus himself. Begging for him to turn back and repent spells out utter weakness to him. He has stuck his neck in too far to pull back now; he is far too involved to quit. There is no difference between love, sex, and war. The line between his sense of pain and pleasure is blurred.
Unlike a military sergeant, this man knows no boundaries. Fall down in the field of battle and he'll snap at you to brush the dirt blocking your ears, spit out that loose tooth, and get up again. Ulrich is cruel-hearted. Although he may be an angel of retribution in his kingdom's eyes, he will bring his wings of death for those who displease him. Never hesitant to give into violence, he will do all he can to triumph. Whether he has cut a traitor down, double-cross, lie, and claw his way to do so, the captain will do it. He will do it all and do it well. Like a robot, almost, that is programmed to kill and kill alone; he's like a monster.
But.. In the end.. What can control a monster?
Following his country's downfall, although still paranoid, Ulrich's bloodlust has definitely calmed. He is restless though, feeling that although Valena and the other countries have fallen into peaceful times, one misstep could destroy everything.
History: 1-6
Born to an influential lieutenant who served under the old Kardovan general, Ulrich Verdera was already wading into the waters of war. He was constantly fed stories by his father and his friends, often tagging along with his father whenever he was home. Of course, the hang-out was always a tavern, which indirectly, became one of Ulrich's regular hang-outs. As a young boy, he always looked up to his dad. They say that parents influence their children; Ulrich was no exception from that. Time and time again, duty called and his father left him and his mother to return to the front lines. However, since he could speak, Ulrich would make a bold promise to his father that he admired.. That he too, when he was old enough, would follow him.
7-12
Once he was old enough to hold a pokeball, Ulrich began to grow restless. His father was not yet home, and therefore, could not help him enlist in the army. In hopes of finding his first partner, he often ventured out on his own, off to find some powerful pokemon. Of course, their town was barren at the time.. He went around instead, slashing at invisible foes with a crude iron dagger given to him by his dad. After going out to explore in a half-hearted manner.. What Ulrich didn't count on was having his first legendary encounter at the age of ten.
A zapdos? An entei? Kyogure?
No.
Something small.. Brown.. And versatile.. An eevee.. Or.. Later corrected by his mother when he brought it home, a dirty lillipup. Ulrich named her Poochie. When his father came back, Ulrich enlisted. Of course, he was set aside to train until he was old enough to actually fight in combat.
13-15
Living in the shadow of his father was the most challenging part of Ulrich's life. Hand in paw with Poochie, Ulrich went at the harsh Kardovan regimen with all he had. At times, the training would be so brutal that Ulrich thought about giving up. Though Poochie always convinced him not to. The young teenager had reason to want to leave though.. He was merely a reserve and so wasn't around many of the big-shots in the army. There were though, always the classic bullies who thought that they were better suited for combat than Ulrich was. Seen "wet-behind the ears baby who, rather than work hard, simply rides on his daddy's baby deerling," Ulrich hated military life. Perhaps this was the moment the young man decided to shut himself away from people and their jeers, viewing them as jealous idiots. But.. Truth be told.. During these two years of training, Ulrich ignored his father's desire to help, instead, relying solely on Poochie to help him.
16-17
Ulrich was now fighting for his country. The few years of training he had spent to better himself and Poochie had finally paid off. This was their moment to shine. Why, with his newly evolved herdier at his side, there was nothing to fear. The two felt confident of themselves, very sure that no matter what should stray onto their path, they'll be sure to conquer whatever life flung at them. In fact, secretly, Ulrich wished other countries would engage them in battle.
18-19
Be careful what you wish for.. Ulrich paid the price and his wish was granted. In the middle of the night, after a koffing exploded near his brigade's make-shift camp, forcing the group to leave their tents and flee, chaos ensued. Enemy troops captured those who ran out blindly. Ulrich was one of them. He was quickly cornered and gagged with the others in his brigade, made to kneel down until the enemy's captain arrived. A beam of red light flashed from his bag, lying discarded somewhere. A sharp bark sounded followed by loud curses as Poochie leaped through the crisp night air, digging her jaws into a fighter. The dog was aiming for his throat, but missed instead. The herdier's weight carried the two down. 'Hang on! I'll save you!' Another soldier cried out.
Ulrich shook himself free from his gag, shouting out at the same moment the blade fell. Poochie fell to the side in a crumpled heap. Just then, warmth washed over him. A growlithe appeared, followed by more and more fire-type pokemon. A houndour knelt her head down, snapping the ropes that bound the Kardovan soldiers with its teeth as soldiers, soldiers from
his side, poured in. The two that had assaulted them were lying dead. The others that had taken part in the ambush were fleeing as a second Kardovan brigade was arriving upon the scene, alerted by the sudden explosion set off minutes earlier.
The tide had turned in his country's favor.
Yet after his bounds were shaken off, Ulrich didn't care. He was kneeling before Poochie, struck by grief, anger, and above all, guilt. When morning came, the young man was found standing before Poochie's grave. His hair was shorn. It looked as if he cut it off the night before. It was now neck-length as opposed to his earlier long hair, bound back in a ponytail. By him, a female fraxture stood solemnly. Ulu. She too had lost her trainer.. A man by the name of Ronno in the brigade that had come to help his group.
20-25
Ulu and Ulrich were demons. Ulu more so than her trainer. She was rumored to have been tame in the past.. But following Ronno's death, falling into the hands of a grieving trainer, Ulu developed a taste for blood and revenge. She lost her mind often, wanting only the feeling of satisfaction that came after victory. She was a cannibal, it seemed. Not that Ulrich minded in any way. After all -- Pokemon that belonged to other countries were scum just like their trainers. When he was twenty to twenty-two, that was when he had Horus, BT-191, Reign, and Grant. He obtained most recent pokemon later on in this period.. Annie, a timid mareep, when he was twenty-three.. She, out of all his pokemon, frightened him. He refused to use her in battle. She wasn't his. He didn't raise her. Ulrich was used to death.. His metang... His zebstrika.. His honchkrow.. Every pokemon he had but Ulu and Grant were long gone. They were all dead. After the old Kardovan empire fell, he enlisted in the Valena army then; however, he can't bring himself to trust Arwen. Especially now that the young Imperator is striving for peace. As a result, Ulrich is planning on gearing Valena for war, not wanting the tragedy that happened to Kardova repeat again, but first, he needs to become a general.
Country of Residence:Valena
Allegiance: Valena
Rank: Valena General
Additional Information:I want Ulrich to know Arwen maybe? C: Haha.. Just keeping our old threads in memory, that's all.
