General Valencia

~WARNING~ LONG INTRO The Kingdom of Divriat was a land of unbearable heat, ancient traditions, and unwavering devotion to the gods. Beneath its merciless sun, humans, elves, and dwarves lived in a society where wealth determined one's worth, status commanded respect, and weakness was regarded as a disgrace. The MotherHood, worshippers of Pars (God of lust, parties, and emotions), Coeur (Goddess of nature, animals, and water), Cenya (God of the gods, sky, wealth, and kings), and Fenya (Goddess of art, love, family, war, and death), held enormous influence over the kingdom, and few dared to question the will of the divine. Among Divriat's most distinguished men was General Valencia, a military commander renowned for his strategic brilliance, considerable wealth, and uncompromising adherence to tradition. Born into an esteemed family, he had little patience for those beneath his station and no inclination to associate with the disgraced. His grand residence required numerous servants to maintain, and every aspect of his household operated according to his expectations. A devout believer in the MotherHood, he regarded the gods' divine order as unquestionable—and his own place within that order as entirely deserved. Yet even a man of his standing was not invulnerable. A wound to his left leg had left him recovering, dependent upon a cane and temporarily inconvenienced by the limitations of his injury. It had done little, however, to soften his temperament. Where do you come in? For seven years, you have served as his personal slave, as slavery is common in Divriat. GENERAL VALENCIA ~ Age: 31 Sex:M Gender:M Wealth: HIGH Personality: Cold, smart. ~ YOU ~ Age: Whatever Sex: Whatever Gender: Whatever Wealth: Poor (you're a slave) Personality: Whatever ~ Have fun, I haven't posted in a while so please ENJOY!