HANNIBAL NANCARROW
Bounty Hunter in A Prophecy of Kingdoms for Fall
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▬▬▬▬▬ Hannibal Yestin Nancarrow • • • • •
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ as played by Xavi
"Mom always told me that a man is measured by his actions. Too bad gold is worth more...."
PHYSICAL
Nickname Hannibal, Hanni, or Hann Alias as Hooded Archer Halibal Hanvard, a mix of Hannibal and Halvard's names Title Bounty Hunter
Age Thirty Gender Male Orientation Heterosexual Hair Brunette with near-black roots with a light amount of stubble (facial hair) Eyes Blue, though depending on lighting and the colors he wears, they can become tainted with shades of gray, green, or even teal Build Mesomorph; broad shoulders, muscled arms and legs, narrow hips, minimum amount of fat. Excels in strength, agility, and speed due to medium structure and height. Easily able to gain muscle and strength due to metabolism. Skin tone About as white as they come Height 5-foot, 10-inches Weight 165 pounds Handed Right Body markings On the inside of his right wrist is an "X" mark with an arrow tip. It symbolizes clan of hunters who are sworn to protect. Hannibal took up this tattoo when he joined a man by the name of Halvard Fylker on his quest to his kingdom from darkness and violence. Scars He has a small scar right below his left armpit that he acquired thanks to Halvard Fylker. Best friends since their youth, the two went their separate ways after a scuffle that involved Hannibal taking an arrow to the rib cage. Thankfully, it was just a flesh wound, but it did leave a nice grazing mark.
MENTAL & EMOTIONAL
Personality Hannibal is one of those guys that you either love or you hate. He's charming, suave, and popular. When he enters a room, people can't help but turn heads and stare. He's handsome and he knows it. He's rich and he shows it. Hannibal's silver tongue and smooth moves often cause women to swoon and men to roll their eyes. Men tend to hate him; women often love him. The way he walks shows off his arrogant grace, but in a way that almost makes him appear human. His smile can light up a room and his sad eyes can make strong men cry.
There is absolutely nothing shy and meek about Hannibal. Loud, rowdy, obnoxious. Center of attention, flirtatious, bad boy swagger. Yes, he has all those traits at his disposal. But aside from being a player, Hannibal is also very honest. Almost bluntly honest. He's also prone to being 'butt hurt' over things that involve trust and respect. If someone betrays him, Hannibal is the first to fall off the face of the earth and avoid you. He hates being let down and he hates getting hurt.
On the flipped side of the coin, Hannibal isn't the kind of guy to betray you. He'll always be there for you, whether you want him to be or not. His best friend is Halvard Fylker and he would die for the man. Hannibal has spotted Hal money and has gone out of his way to protect the guy. The bond between the boys is stronger than a friendship -- it's brotherhood. Hannibal is the kind of guy to cancel a date just for the sake of being there for a friend in need. He's a fierce friend and one hell of a guy, when he wants to be.
Although Hannibal isn't shy, he does have a bashful smile when he's around close friends or someone he's very interested in. He almost comes across humble and love-struck in such instances. He'll trip over his words and look like a fool when overwhelmed with emotions of love and joy.
Mortal Alignment Neutral -- Sometimes it's hard to stay neutrally good in a "man kills man" world.
Motivation Even though his mother has moved on, Hannibal still fells obligated to please her, more so now that Halvard sacrificed his life on Hannibal's behalf. Her standards of being a man differ from his but he's hoping that she's watching and smiling down on him. Hannibal wants nothing more than to make his mother smile and be proud of the man he's become; he wants to became that man on his own terms, with his own rules. With Hal gone, Hannibal has stepped in to take over his friend's role. Never again will someone die because someone didn't care.
Fear(s) Losing his best friend, Halvard. Not necessarily by death, either. Hannibal would be crushed if anything came between their friendship. If he thought losing his mother was bad, losing Halvard would be a million times worse as Hal has been with Hannibal since the beginning. Sadly, since Halvard's passing, little to nothing scares Hannibal anymore.
Likes Sexual activities, gold, red meat, gambling, drinking, and hanging with Halvard. Hannibal is all about having fun and doing such fun with good company.
Dislikes Losing, blood, and murder. He cannot stand losing a bet or money. Furthermore, he hates blood and murder. Witches aren't something that bother him, but the idea of a human dying pushes him right over the edge. The last time he saw a dead body he curled up into the fetal position and rocked himself into numbness for five hours.
Strengths
Wealth. No matter what happens, Hannibal will always have money. Perks of having a rich ancestry. About five generations back worth of money is all within reach of Hannibal. This money allows him to have top-notch gear and weapons. It even allowed him to get his signature customized scythe.
Charismatic. Without a doubt, this is Hannibal's best strength. He can talk to anyone and almost everyone will fall in love with him. Even if you hate him at first, you'll probably walk away wanting to be the guy. He knows just what to say and, if he doesn't pull it off, he'll just laugh it off. He's very well-versed in the world of talking and pleasing.
Sexual deviant. There is no one better than Hannibal, or so he claims. He knows exactly how to please a woman and he can last for hours.
Weaknesses
Spoiled. Probably one of his greatest weaknesses is that he had everything. He could have become anyone or anything, and instead he chose to screw around and goof off. He's bright, but not as smart as he should be for someone with private tutors. During his youth, he didn't believe in learning and often got out of it. Nowadays, he regrets his childish mistakes and wishes he had spent more time looking at books than breasts.
Emotionally driven. Some would argue that this is good, but it isn't. Hannibal is the first to break down and weep when things get too hard. He's easily frustrated at his lack of knowledge and handiness. He's all about the people and the relationship, which angers his employers. People think he's all about socializing and incapable of lifting a finger.
Showoff. When it comes down to it all, Hannibal is a showoff. He's flashy and flamboyant. He flaunts his looks and riches. Because he does this, opportunities escape him or he misses the boat. He's been known to fail a job for getting too involved with the women rather than the witches. Because of this, people say he's irresponsible and reckless. But in the end, they call him a showoff because they know he doesn't need the money he can earn from hunting witches.
SPIRITUAL
Faith & Morals Religious has never been something Hannibal has followed. Does he believe that something watches him from above and keeps his mother and friend company? Sure, but he's not sure who it is. On occasion, he'll talk to the heavens and ask the clouds how his mother and friend are doing. Other than that, that's the extent of Hannibal's religious views. As far as morals go, he's never questioned things. He does what he likes and if it feels good, he'll do it even more. He indulges in money and lustful activities, but that's about it. He's fiercely loyal when it comes down to it. He's very accepting and open, not judging people for their past or present. Hannibal believes in redemption and second chances. The hunter is also very familiar with heartache and betrayal, but knows that man can be corrupt and irrational. He's also willing to give someone another try and often looks for the good in people. He would rather spend money on a dying philanthropist job than gamble it away for rich thugs. Sure, he keeps a lot of his riches, but Hannibal has supported over a dozen soup kitchens and children's homes. His mother was all about not for profit work and Hannibal has picked up her kind habits. Virtues Some might say Hannibal is temperance in his ways. He knows restraint and when to pull back from jobs. He's wary of his actions, especially after turning over a new leaf. Persistent beyond belief, Hannibal refuses to back down or quit. Why, not even death can stop him from fulfilling his dreams and wishes. He will succeed in pleasing his mother and Halvard. He won't take his dying breath until he does. Alongside that, Hannibal is rather kind and enjoys friendship. He trusts without prejudice, unless he is betrayed. Even so, he does give people second chances, hoping that they won't hurt him again. Because of this, Hannibal has become quite a patient man. Yes, he has his reckless, spur-of-the-moment antics, but for the most part, he is pretty calm. He would prefer to find a peaceful solution than seek out violence. Forgive and forget means more to him than full-on vengeance. Sins Greed is, without a doubt, Hannibal's biggest downfall. He's a rich kid who lusts for even more gold than he already has. Ideally, he wants to build a castle out of gold and he will take on any job, crazy as it might seem, to continue earning riches and jewels. Another sin on Hannibal's list is his lust for all creatures with breasts, assuming they have a pretty face and can hold a decent conversation. Wrath isn't really his style, as Hannibal shuts down around hateful conflict. He isn't envious either, especially after Halvard's death. He used to be a jealous man, but when his friend gave himself up to spare Hannibal's life, Hannibal decided it was time to change. Hannibal is a tad prideful, but he's far from having sloth-traits. He's motivated and willing. By no means is he gluttonous.
ATTIRE
Head/Neck When Hannibal is just being himself, he doesn't like to wear anything on his head or neck. Only when he's being the Archer will he wear a hood to mask his face. He also wears a mask over his eyes to further hide his identity. Chest/Back Hannibal wears a cropped shirt of chain-mail atop a simple black cotton shirt. Essentially, he wants to protect his heart should someone ever try to stab him there, hence the chain-mail. Over the chain-mail he wears a simple black cotton shirt with a lace-up collar. Hannibal owns a black leather jacket that he sometimes wears if it's cold or raining. Strapped across his back is the sheath for his scythe. It is made of black and brown leather with golden clasps. The sheath for the scythe is a reddish-brown leather holster with purple roses along the edges. All of this sums up his usual look. He only dons the black sleeveless leather vest with a hood when he needs to change his identity. On the back of the vest is a giant purple insignia of the Fylker family crest, a rose woven around a cross. The insignia was hand-stitched on and the threads uses fade from deep purple to lighter tints of violet. The cross part of the crest is made of silvery-purple string and it shimmers if the light hits is just right. Picking up Halvard's bow, Hannibal has modified the bow to collapse so that he can keep it in a sheath that matches the one his scythe is carried in. Arms/Legs Black leather gauntlet with silver knuckles over a pair of black cotton gloves. A chain-mail wrist brace ensures his wrists don't snap out of place while he's out hunting. A reddish-brown leather belt with a golden clasp that keeps his drawers up. He also wears a purple scarf around his hips to keep his stomach warm and to give it another layer of protection. His pants are tightly woven cotton (jeans) of black. Around his legs are reddish-brown cotton braces that keep his knees from getting screwed up from all his running. With the extra weight on his person, Hannibal took extra precautions with his body. Knee-high leather boots of black protect his feet. Tipped with a metallic silver plate, he can have something get dropped on his toes without them being crushed. The shoes are also waterproof thanks to blubber and fat.
WEAPONRY & EQUIPMENT
Weapon 1 Traditional Recurve Bow and its quiver of 24 arrows. Sleek and functional, Hal's old bow is capable of being used in hand-to-hand combat, as the bow is made of durable materials. The bow is black with golden edges that he detailed himself. Each of his arrows are custom-made and painted black with forest green fletchings. The bow has been modified so it is now capable of being collapsed. Weapon 2 Flechettes and holster gauntlet, both of which belonged to Halvard. There are standard flechettes as well as tranquilizing flechettes. Weapon 3Collapsible scythe. Hannibal custom ordered/modified this scythe to suit his needs. In its collapsed form, it is about two feet long and can be sheathed in a 6-inch x 4-inch leather case. When he tugs it from its holster, the blade is nicely tucked into the handle of the scythe. Grasping the handle and giving it a good flick will release the mechanism that will extend the blade from the shaft. From there, Hannibal can yank the handle and extend the scythe to three different lengths of 2-feet, 4-feet, or 6-feet. His scythe is also able to be disassembled. He can remove the curved blade and use as a boomerang or blade. The handle, having a spear-tip, can be used as either a spear or a pole.
Hand-to-hand [Average] -- He can certainly handle his own if he ever had to fist fight someone. Melee [Perfect] -- Hannibal is an expert when it comes to disorganized close-ranged fighting. He specializes in not having a plan of attack and making things up as he goes. Ranged [Excellent] -- Thanks to his scythe's ability to fire blades, he can shoot things from afar. He also has his lasso-whip, which extends his range. In addition to that, Hannibal is a pretty decent knife thrower. Since Halvard's death, Hannibal also took up wielding his friend's bow. Although he's not perfect, he is pretty damn good. Magic [Average] -- Seeing as he deals with witches and other odd tasks, he does have some skill fighting them. Sadly, he has no magical powers himself so all his attacks are purely human in nature. Mounted [Excellent] -- Although he lost his old horse about five years ago, Hannibal has taken a liking to his new partner, Bedivere. Prior to Bedivere, he was losing horses all the time. Then, one day, he found a beautiful mustang in the fog and decided he just had to have it. After trying for two weeks to woo the horse, he eventually gave up. Three months later, when he was trying to flee, the horse came to his aid. The two have been inseparable since the.
BACKGROUND
Kingdom Affiliation Nibaru. There are a ton of different people in the kingdom (think 27 million), but the kingdom's territory is small. Meaning, everyone lives atop one another. Poverty and corruption runs deep in the kingdom. There's no middle class; you're either rich or you're poor. The city is overrun by monopolies and the lower class is taxed heavily, whereas the rich hardly pay a dime's worth in taxes. The kingdom is run by a board of men; 12 in total. Each one owns a different fraction of the nation and governs it as they see fit. All 12 governing counties are very similar, for the most part. A few are less corrupt and have a very bleak middle class that is trying to survive. Marital Status Single Occupation Bounty hunter (ranger); previously a witch hunter History Sometimes it is hard to really go backwards when there is much pain, suffering, and lost in the history that now defines that man you’ve become today. Though still bound by lust, greed, and riches, Hannibal has come a long way since he was a young adult. He know fights for what his good friend Halvard fought for – for peace, justice, freedom, and truth. Sure, monetary compensation plays a vital role in his willingness to take a job, but Hannibal has really reformed. He is no longer in it solely for himself. Rather, he now sees things with a wider lens. He understands that his actions, though seemingly meaningless, might be the grain that tips a scale.
Hailing from the nation called Nibaru, a crowded but proud and high-producing nation, Hannibal learn how to be acclimated into the fast zone at a young age. People lived atop one another and everything was about time and how time was money. People were driven by their pursuit of wealth, as wealth determined success and a luxurious lifestyle. Having come from probably two of the most influential people of Nibaru, Hannibal’s childhood was everything one could ever dream of.
Arthur Cai Nancarrow married his beloved Elaine Angharat Kay when both were only twenty and eighteen years of age, respectively. The two were destined for greatness – or so the world believed. Sure enough, the two started to grow into their famous roles. Arthur moved up in the chain of command in politics until he eventually made it to the very top. He was dubbed the right-hand man to the governing leader. More or less in bed with the leader of the Nikar-Nibaru, the central sect of the twelve united cities under the Nibaru empire, Arthur eventually was elected to governor.
Meanwhile, Elaine sought a more philanthropic role. She sought to save the poor and so she developed her own infirmary and safe house for those that had nothing. Her clinic was free to those who made little to no money. She was well-loved and well-respected, which did wonders for her husband’s career. With Arthur being very surly and strategic, Elaine came across sweet and gentle. She truly was his softer side.
The night Arthur finally made it to the top, he and his wife found love in each other’s arms. 9-months later, their little boy, Hannibal, was born. Their pride and joy, the two promised that they would continue to bring Nikar the changes it needed. They were working on removing the poor and creating a middle-class. It would be a long and hard struggle, but they had the heart and resources to do it. Arthur came from wealth, oh so much wealth, as did Elaine.
Little Hannibal, though a handful, was to receive strict schooling so that he would have the brains, the power, and the capability of following in his parent’s footsteps. Only, Hannibal seemed to have issues with his schooling. He was rebellious and crying out. Constantly causing trouble and forcing tutors to leave in both rage and upset. Concerned for their child, they sought to throw Hannibal into the public school system, hoping that the contact with others would ‘break him.’ Sure enough, it did. And it came in the form of a boy by the name of Halvard Fylker.
Halvard and Hannibal were inseparable. The two literally did everything together. They even spent a great many hours at each other’s house. Thankfully, the Fylker family also came from riches so the two had much in common. And, to sweeten the deal, Arthur and Halvard’s parents were good friends. This only made the two families very proud that their little boys found each other.
As time progressed, and they grew, it became apparent which of the two had the brains and which had the brawn, or rather, the charm. Hannibal has his father’s suave tongue. He could say anything and get himself out of any and all trouble. He could talk the talk and walk the walk. He was a brilliant man when it came to making friends and stopping enemies. Halvard, on the other hand, started to develop quite the brain and the muscle to back him up. Of course, Halvard wasn’t about to let his friend fall behind, so he coached and trained Hannibal so that they might, one day, open a business together or be partners.
It was probably around Hannibal’s sixteenth birthday where darkness and the harsh reality of life really crippled Hannibal. A wonderful liquor-filled party was underway and, to make it perfect, Elaine decided to go out to the downtown market to buy her son the perfect cake. Arthur pleaded her not to go, but the woman refused to listen. She said that nothing brought more joy to her life than seeing Hannibal happy and this cake was what he wanted most. Gathering up her stuff, she left.
And she never returned.
It was all over the news. Everyone knew what happened and they saw how it destroyed the Nancarrow family. Arthur immediately pulled himself out of politics and locked himself in his laboratory. He never emerged and he stopped interacting with his son. At some point, Hannibal dared to venture into the lab and only discovered that his father had left.
Alone, Hannibal reached out to the only person left in his life – Halvard.
However, Halvard was on his way of going into an apprenticeship for guarding and hunting. Unable to convince his friend to stay, Hannibal lived alone in his father’s castle. He tried to go to school but found the faces too unbearable.
And then, when he turned 18, everything changed.
The sorrow was finally gone from his heart and he decided to really live. He got drunk. He got high. He got reckless. He tossed his potential right out the door. He played around. He fooled around. He got in trouble. He was kicked from clubs. He was banned from bars. And, within 6-months, he was thrown from Nikar.
Alone and on his own, Hannibal moved into one of the nearby Nibaru nations, New Sinbart, and opened up his own pub. He enjoyed the influx of wealth and ladies he received. It was fantastic. Absolutely perfect! Only, that only served his nightlife. So, to keep himself busy during the day, Hannibal sought out an apprenticeship. It was hard to find someone who would take him, but he eventually happened across an anthropomorphic witch hunter. Having grown up in Nibaru, Hannibal was used to all kinds of life, creed, and preferences. He cared not for the fur of his new master, but for what the man could teach him.
From 18-and-a-half until the age of 21, all Hannibal did was scout the forests and learn how to use various weapons. Ultimately, he opted for a scythe as he found its range and grace to be ideal for cleaving off the heads of witches.
In no time, he started to build up his fame and, with fame, came fortune. Hannibal was greedy in this regard, only taking jobs that paid him. He worked alone, which made him worth even more, as most hunters worked in groups. Hannibal, having learned from a grand witch hunter, had perfected his skills. He could smell better than the average human. He could hear better than the average human. And he could see better than the average human. Those were just some of the perks that came with studying under an anthro-hunter. In order to survive, he had to learn how to really hone and use his senses to his own benefit. The man he trained under, Mr. Hofmeister, was preparing for retirement and wanted a young and capable man to replace him. However, after soon learning about Hannibal’s lust for money, Hofmeister died with a grimace on his face and the unkind words of, “Greedy bastard.”
From 21 until 26, all Hannibal did was reap the benefits of being a top-notch witch hunter. His wealth grew and grew, as did his reputation of being a playboy. Then, just before his 27th birthday, Hannibal crossed paths with someone from his past – his father.
The two caught up and although Hannibal was furious at him after leaving him, he was thrilled his family was still alive. His father had left Nibaru and was now living in Sanctum, a nation known for its inventions and alchemy. Arthur asked his son to rejoin him in his new castle and take up learning again, but Hannibal refused. He claimed that he found his gold and he wasn’t going to leave it. Saddened to hear his son had no interest in in the Nancarrow name, he left his son with some harsh, but truth last words before breaking all ties with his son.
For a whole year, Hannibal closed himself off from the world. And the world grew dark around him. Witches rose up and destroyed all he fought to protect. Those he once saved were lost to the cursed beasts. Why, even Hannibal gave up. He threw his life away and just wanted to end it all. Hearing how upset his mother was at who he had become had crushed Hannibal. And, in his weakened state of misery, a witch stalked him and took advantage of him.
He should have died, only something – someone – saved him that night. His father. Though still broken by his son’s lack of responsibility and duty, Arthur couldn’t lose his only son. Wielding his own sword, Arthur mowed down the wave of witches that tried to consume Hannibal. Slowly but surely, Arthur came out on top. Exhausted and covered in blood, sweat, and toil, Arthur collapsed. Upon seeing his father like his, Hannibal found his courage and strength. Scooping the man up, he rushed him to the nearest city. Only, it was a city he had stripped dry of riches due to his greed. They turned him away and his father died in his arms. Or at least he should have. Thankfully, an angel from his past found him and helped pull the broken man from his state of despair.
“Hannibal, your father is safe and well now. He will never be able to see again, but at least he is alive.”
The words taunted him, but Halvard never left his side. Hannibal begged his friend to help him redeem himself, to help him right his wrongs. Halvard, though not wanting to give up his ranger life, accepted and took up witch hunting.
They were unstoppable. They were the best of the best. And they killed without charge. It was all ‘pro bono’ for all of Hannibal’s sins of the past. It took about a year, putting him now at 28, to undo all his damage.
It was time the two go their own ways again. It was time they both fulfill their own life’s wishes. Hoping to redeem himself still, Hannibal decided to pledge his life to his mother. His mother worked for the poor and asked for nothing. He wanted to do the same. Well, he would still receive monetary rewards for his labors, but he wouldn’t be as greedy and ask for more than necessary to survive.
It took some getting used to, but within a year (now 29), Hannibal had perfected his art yet again. All was going well and he was doing a marvelous job keeping the land safe. He protected Nibaru to Rashmaal to Sanctum. It was large area, but it was what he needed to do to keep himself busy.
One day, while out hunting, a rider came up to him with a letter. It was from Halvard and it was a request. His friend, a range – the spirit and protector of Nibaru, needed his help? It seemed odd but he couldn’t avoid the note. Riding back to his homeland, Hannibal made excellent timing. Upon arriving, his jaw dropped. Nikar-Nibaru was gone. It was nothing but a pile of ash and waste. Griping his scythe, he moved across the flattened land and tried to seek the truth of what happened here.
Eerie silence surrounded him and Hannibal felt numb. That was until he heard a faint cough. Turning his horse around, he raced to the faint noise. Digging away the debris, he found the charred face of Halvard.
“Hally, what happen?” His words trembled with fear.
“Hann, brother, Nibaru has fallen.”
With his friend’s life fading, he pushed his horse as fast and far as he could. Arriving in Sanctum, his friend was able to get the medical attention he needed. It took about 3-month to heal, but now that he was better, Halvard was ready to talk.
“We were betrayed. The counsel, the twelve rulers, they turned on us. They forged an alliance with another nation, a nation I know not of, and, in the night, the leveled Nibaru.”
Filled with much rage, Hannibal swore that he would fight tooth and nail until they found the truth. The men rode out in search for answers and that’s when Hannibal finally lost the last bit of his sanity.
They were trekking across a razed field. The scent of fresh smoke still lingered in the air. Shifting off their mounts, the men took to the ground and hoped to ambush whoever laid in their wake. Only, when they did this, they were met with a grand army. An army whose colors weren’t visible. Outnumbered and out-skilled the boys retreated.
Halvard knew that there was no way they could both escape and live. One of them needed to fall to save the other. With tears in his eyes, he screamed to his life-long friend, “Never stop searching for the truth for the darkness hides secrets and lies. Find the light and find the truth.” Turning around on his heel, the ranger readied his bow and tried to slow the assault.
No matter how much he screamed, Hannibal couldn’t turn back. His horse refused to let him off. It just ran and ran until they were enveloped in the fog that veiled the forest. Broken, Hannibal decided he would end it all. No longer would he hunt witches, instead he would hunt the truth. He heard rumors of a group of bounty hunters who fought to keep darkness at bay. Setting out to find that band of rogues, he didn’t rest until he came upon them.
When he did finally meet these men, he told them his story. He explained his suffering, his pain. They didn’t want him, but he refused to leave. He passed all their tests. He knew all their secrets. He had the strength and the means. But they didn’t want him. So he made them want him. He made them need him. And, in time, they accepted him and branded him with their mark. They also bestowed his new weapon upon him.
“You claim that you loved this man like a brother. Brother Fylker was a brother to all of us and he spoke often of you. We believe it is only right that you proudly wield his bow.”
The bow felt odd in his hands, but in a good way. All his emotions, all his fears – they vanished. From here on out, he would dress and fight like Halvard, Nibaru’s Ghost Guardian Ranger. He would protect the weak, he would fight for the righteous, and he would seek the truth and avoid the darkness.
For the past three years now, Hannibal has done as such. He has fought. He had protected. And he has saved. Now, three years after Halvard’s death, a message comes to him. It has the royal Rashmaal seal on it. Piqued, he opens it and discovers that the Kiyomo, the Princess of Rashmaal, is gone. Halvard’s mission, as assigned by the king, is to find his daughter and protect her.
Riding on Rashmaal, Hannibal enters the kingdom late at night. He seems out the king and graciously accepts the job.
“King of Rashmaal, I come to you with bad news. Halvard Fylker has fallen but I, Hannibal Nancarrow , shall take his place.” Whirling around, Hannibal shows off the purple rose insignia on his uniform. It’s the Fylker family crest. “Halvard, though not brothers by blood, was my brother by love, choice, and right. To honor his memory, I protect, serve, and fight in his name.”
OTHER
Extras Loves the color purple and has been hit on by men because of it. Even though Hannibal is straight, he doesn't mind the attention he gets from his own gender. In fact, he'll be the first to blush from such things and will actually thank the giver of such flattery before declining the gesture. Theme SongThieves by Sndclsh and Echo by Jason Walker
I had a dream about him last night that was just so vivid and perfect that I had to write it up. Here you can read about a fight scene between Akiyama, Kiyomi, and Hannibal:
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A strange shiver moved down his spine as his eyes tried to part the thick, rolling fog that was settling upon the land. No matter how hard he squinted, blinked, or held his breath, the mist just wouldn’t lighten. He was forever stuck with near-sighted vision, though even that wasn’t great. Bedivere, whinnied lightly, reaffirming what Hannibal already knew. A bloodbath approached and he was unable to aid.
Sucking in his breath, the dark haired man tried his hardest to really put an end to his nerves. They were in a tizzy and, quite frankly, driving him mad. Whoever said internal monologue was good had never met inner-Hannibal, a chatterbox of bad news and terrible puns. He gulped before coaxing Bedivere to inch forward. The horse dragged its sharp hooves over the freshly turned soil, a sure sign that they were in the middle of a field, probably corn by the way the rows were spaced.
The air was still and the morning’s sun was just starting to rise. Ghosts weaved between the fog, causing shapes and figures to appear before fading back into the smoky clouds of white. To say he was fearless was a huge understatement. He was more than afraid. His hands were jumpy and Bedivere could sense it. The perks of having a partner who’s so in-tuned with his rider. The horse whinnied again, only this time it was a softer, more reassuring sound. Something Hannibal desperately needed. As he leaned forward to pat the neck of his beloved friend, a noise just off to his right caused his back to straighten. Hand instantly moving for the quiver of arrows, he assembled his bow and laced up one of the arrows. He gulped again.
Beyond the fog he heard the clashing sounds of metal on metal. A swordfight was underway. A man screamed and more men huffed. There were many angry words before her heard the sound he was seeking. Her, Princess Kiymomi’s petrified screaming. Whatever was happening to his right must have been horrifying for the scream that erupted from the woman caused Bedivere to spook and giddy-up forward. Able to calm to beast, Hannibal edged the horse closer to the fight. He needed to see what was happening before he would charge in without a plan.
Finally, the fog seemed to settle, perhaps due to the ceaseless slashing and sword flailing. His blue orbs soaked in the sight. Akiyama, the knight of the princess, was drenched in sweat and blood, some his own and some of his enemies. He was outnumbered, greatly outnumbered. From the fog more men emerged. Each tried to tug away at the princess, but Akiyama’s katana would cut them down or his scythe would rip their feet out from underneath them. He looked beat, exhausted. His face was flushed of color, save for his bright red cheeks and lips. Large rolling beads of sweat slid down his sculpted face. He had seen better days. The blood and mud that was caked on seemed to shift with each step he took. His purple hair nothing more than a mangled mess and his eyes effortlessly panicked about as the enemies continued their assault.
How much longer could he fight? Hannibal had to wonder what made this knight so passionately fight on. Was it truly the job he swore into or was it something more?
Lingering gaze now on Kiyomi, he saw something he’d never seen before. Her orbs oh-so-clearly expressed feelings of raw fear and sheer optimism. Was it… love? His gaze moved to the knight before returning to Kiyomi. No, he jaw dropped slightly. The princess was madly in love with her knight and her knight was not fighting for his job, he was fighting for her. Every move he made, he made it with grace and love. He was trying to calm her nerves by battling beautifully. She was swayed by his prowess on the field and with each successful blow, the princess would crack a smile. She was happy to be there, happy to watch him fight. But, as the tears rolled down her eyes, Hannibal could also see that she was bloody terrified. She would cringe, grimace, and shudder when Akiyama received blows. She would hide her eyes and fumble over her own feet when he was forced to eat dirt.
The two were a mess. And yet, despite it all, they looked like they might just come out of this thing alive.
Then, his eyes caught something. Head turning toward the lightening sky above, he whispered to the heavens above, “Elaine, Halvard, bless thy arrow and allow it to hold its mark.” Tugging the string to drawback the arrow, he held his breath while the fletching gracefully brushed his cheek. With a controlled exhale, he released the arrow.
Time slowed. The arrow wiggled down its path toward the enemy that dared to assault from Akiyama’s blind spot – his back. Then, just as it was inches from the man, time resumed with such vigor that it caused Hannibal’s heart to miss a beat. The arrow impacted so flawlessly with the enemy that it dropped him instantly. Akiyama, feeling the faintest of a touch against his thigh, whirled around to see a man with an arrow through the nape of his neck. Blue eyes shifting slowly upward, the knight meet the bounty hunter’s sapphire gaze.
The world seemed to stop as their eyes locked with one another. Hannibal moved forward while Akiyama merely stood there, frozen as if hit with ice. The second Hannibal was upon the knight, he reached down and seized hold of the purple-haired man.
“Run! Get her out of here,” Hannibal instructed loudly.
Akiyama, pulling away from the mounted man, found his feet again. With a marred look of distrust on his face, he raised a hand and scoffed. “To abandon this fight is to abandon my duty.”
“And she’ll die if you stay here!” Hannibal’s words were now laced with malice. He couldn’t believe how selfish this knight was behaving. He had a duty to protect the princess, not engage in a death match. “Get her out of here now!” He yelled again. As Akiyama opened his jaw to protest, Hannibal’s backhand struck the knight down. “I’ll hold them off. You get her to safety,” his calmness had returned as he gazed down at the man in the mud.
It started to rain and that rain washed away all of Hannibal’s fears. He didn’t care if he died now. He didn’t care if he lost. He just needed to stall. He needed to put space between the princess and these vile men. “GO!” he spat before giving Bedivere a good whack. The horse reared and charged forward. Hannibal pulled out more arrows and gave them homes in the Adam’s Apple of the five men farthest from him. Kicking off his horse, Hannibal somersaulted through the mud and onto his feet. Scythe folding out, he swung it at the men. “I SAID GO,” he barked again, and this time the words hit Akiyama.
The knight dashed forward and seized the princess. She bent at the hips, her torso and head now over his shoulders while her legs were held firmly in the man’s arms. He ran, oh god did he run. He ran with her like that until he vanished back into the fog and rain.
Hannibal’s face, now wet with rain and full of black matted hair, turned from the fleeing couple and back toward the fight. His blue orbs flickered to Bedivere and he gave the horse a pitchy whistle of four differing notes. The horse seemingly understood and complied with the tune. Thrashing forward and kicking its hinds, Bedivere engaged one of the more armored attackers. A quick quip was rattled off from Hannibal’s lips before he focused his gaze back on the men before him. “What, never seen a horse fight before?” He smirked. “Well, if you think he’s a riot, wait until you see what I can do.”
In a split instant, the scythe severed in two. Speared rod in one hand and the curved blade of the scythe in the other, he threw the blade as if it were a boomerang into the fog. Clink, clink, clink followed, a sure sign he was hitting something. While the enemy was awestruck at his unusual weapon, Hannibal dove across the wet ground with his spear-like scythe handle tucked tightly against his chest. Thrusting it upward at just the right second, the man he was sparing double over Hannibal and face-first into the mud. With a firm yank, Hannibal retrieved his rod and used it at a pole. Kicking off the ground, he whirled around the metal object with his feet out. There, on the heels, were small spikes. As his boots made contact with the men, the spikes tore open their flesh. Using the men as walls, he kicked free of them and whirled back around. Landing ever so gracefully beside the pole, he yanked it from the mud and whirled it around over his shoulders.
“Who’s next,” he teased.
A whizzing sound came from the fog and his hand shot upward. Grabbing the scythe blade from the air, he placed the curved object in his mouth. A grin won over his features. “Ohhh meah, mitches, miff moff mot meal (Oh yeah, bitches, shit just got real).”
