Post by Vrishaketu on Mar 9, 2016 2:43:18 GMT
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[PTab=Profile] Character Details 1 Height / Weight : Medium/Light Source : Jaimini Bharata Home Region : India Alignment : Lawful Good Gender : Male 001 The great hero Karna had nine sons, the youngest being Vrishaketu. It’s admittedly a bit of a mouthful. Call him Vrisha if you can’t pronounce it. He cannot remember precisely how old he was when the Kurukshetra War broke out, only that he was not old enough to be of any use to the Kauravas. And so, despite his insistence that he was skilled beyond his years, his father forbade him from participating. He and his eight elder sons set off for battle, leaving Vrisha and his mother alone to await their return. And at the time there had been no doubt whatsoever in his mind that they would indeed return. They were all of them sons and grandsons of the gods – perfectly untouchable. Or so it seemed. 002 When the Kauravas fell to the Pandavas, Vrisha’s mother committed suicide by tossing herself into her husband’s funeral pyre. In doing so she left him alone in his father’s palace to await whatever was to happen in the aftermath of the war. It was around then that Arjuna, the most accomplished of all the Pandavas, came by looking to claim him. He told impossible stories about Karna having been his eldest brother, abandoned at birth by their mother, Kunti. Neither he nor the other Pandava had known until he and his family were already dead. And so, Arjuna was obligated to take what remained. He did so happily and without complaint. Outwardly, he loved his nephew. Inwardly, he resented him. He looked so much like his father – how was he to look on him with anything other than anger? But he trained the boy, as he supposed was another part of his obligation. He did so cruelly, though, and without any real regard for his wellbeing. His practices might have come under more scrutiny had he been anyone but Arjuna, but as it was, there was no one that would question him – certainly not Vrisha himself. He remained completely convinced, perhaps more so than everyone else, of Arjuna’s perfection. 003 To Arjuna’s credit, he did grow up frighteningly strong…if also hot blooded, socially incapable, and completely unused to affection. Since combat came more naturally to him than most other things he came to see himself in terms of his skill on the battlefield. And so naturally when the Pandava expressed their desire to conduct the Ashvamedha Yagna, a horse sacrifice meant to cleanse them of their sins during the Kurukshetra War and affirm Yudhishthira’s kingship, he requested to accompany them. It seemed that this would be his chance to prove himself not only to Arjuna, but to the rest of his uncles. It was a long and arduous journey filled with many setbacks and many battles. Vrisha himself claimed victory against the western king Yavantha and the warrior Anusalva. And then, before the ritual could be completed, the party was threatened by Babruvahana – a forgotten son of Arjuna. Babruvahana, determined to kill his father, was stopped when Vrisha stepped forward to defend him. It was a quick, reckless move that he paid for quickly when Babruvahana took advantage of his vulnerability and killed him on the spot. In his last moments he watched his uncle’s face and saw… …nothing. Not sympathy, not sadness – nothing at all. And all at once, he understood his position. 004 The revelation was enough to make him content with his fate, but the world had something else in mind. Sometime later the Naga princess Ulupi used her magic to piece him back together. The procedure, while effective, left him lost and half mad. He assisted the Pandava in finishing out their quest, but then he vanished – at least, as far as anyone knows. In truth, while all efforts to be counted among the Pandava did indeed end right then and there, he could not have lived happily and peacefully. He continued on fighting for other causes quietly, determined not to be remembered for any of it. He is not a hero, after all – not like his father and uncles. But there are better things to be. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
