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 Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 5:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 10:43 pm
    Gender: Male
Age: 425
Species: Drow
Occupation: Adventurer
Territory: N/A
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Royal Purple
Height: 6’ 0” (1.8288 m)
Weight 140 lbs. (63.5029 kg)
Likes
ღ As a member of a society that embraces a sense of superiority, he naturally likes to believe that the dark elves are the best, and that makes him quite the supremacist. He favors his race above all other races, which includes even the gods themselves, believing that the dark elves are the sole excellence in the world.
ღ In a matriarchal society, women are generally the power and the object of adoration, so it’s safe to say that he passionately admires women. While he’d typically be viciously rude to a man, he tends to be more respectful of women, especially dark elven women. He isn’t always respectful to plain women, though.
ღ As a sadist, he enjoys inflicting pain upon others. In its extremes, he finds the misery and terror of others amusing, especially if he’s the one responsible. He considers himself an agent of chaos, longing to be the affliction that people fear. Bruhaun finds personal satisfaction in homicide, especially if its slow, allowing him to savor the sweet suffering. He just wants to watch the world burn.
Dislikes
✗ He absolutely despises being involuntarily touched. If someone decides to lay their hand on him, odds are they’d end up with a dagger at their neck. Regardless of who it is, he’s very insecure about who touches him, even if it’s something as simple as touching his hair or even just gently patting his back.
✗ Bruhaun describes himself as an aesthetic and a true admirer of beauty. If he considers something unattractive or unappealing, he will quickly seek to correct it. In appliance to women, he will be kind or protective for the sake of a beautiful woman’s favor, though it shouldn’t be mistaken to be from the goodness of his heart, an implication he’d quickly dismiss. In regards to himself, he doesn’t take any insults or offenses to his appearance or his demeanor lightly.
✗ He doesn’t like being given commands. His response to even the slightest hint of bossiness will be responded to negatively. Bruhaun considers himself the master of all his choices, and considers himself above everyone he meets. He’ll only obey if It’s to his benefit. Bruhaun would otherwise be rebellious to the given dictation.
Strengths/Powers
✓ As a dark elf, he’s been raised with the general talents found in their culture; he is a talented swordsman and ranger, skilled with the bow and just about any sword you give him. As it is a common thing of his house, he’s uniquely a left-handed fighter, though he is improving his ambidexterity.
✓ Due to their natural setting in the darkness, dark elves can see exceptionally well in darkness, also enhancing his senses to be more acute. Additional benefits of his race include innate magical potential and high magical resistance. He wields considerable magical talent, but he isn’t primarily a spell-caster.
✓ He’s very swift-handed, retaining the mastery of thieving, whether it’s pickpocketing, picking locks, or sneaking through well-guarded vaults. It’s aided by an elf’s natural light-footedness that makes it easy for him to scale walls and make otherwise impossible leaps at a moment’s notice.
Weaknesses
✚ As a common weakness among dark elves, he has a sensitivity to light-based magic. If he is exposed to the sun for too long, his magical properties slowly weaken. Due to this, Bruhaun generally refrains from traveling in the daytime if he can help it, though often keeps layers of clothing and a cloak to repel the sun.
✚ His backstabbing nature makes it very hard for him to cooperate with others. He’s selfish and greedy, always putting his ambitions ahead of others. Furthermore, he only keeps his promises to his convenience, and will not hesitate to break vows on the first chance for the sake of advancing in his own endeavors.
✚ Bruhaun is a coward and fiend. He isn’t above abandoning or betraying allies for the sake of saving his own skin. He isn’t altruistic at the slightest, and he’ll always go for which option benefits him the most. He’s more likely to double-cross people that annoy him enough or fail to appeal to his interests.
Bruhaun is the son of Molinil Myndar, who was the matron of their house, and her mate Seldsonim Oussviir in Elis’urden. His name means “Pierced Life”. From a young and ripe age, he was thrown into rigorous physical and mental training to produce great warriors, as expected of all his brethren. While he wasn’t particularly the strongest then, he progressively grew stronger as the years passed, retaining centuries of training. From very early on, he was exposed to his society’s ways, making him very charismatic and dexterous, but also deceiving, conniving, and avaricious. Molinil was a very covetous woman, instilling a strong sense of greed in Bruhaun that he retained throughout his life. Despite looking more like his father—in which he only had the purple eyes like his mother—personality-wise, he was more like his mother, and she praised him greatly for it. He was very competitive with his siblings, seeing as he was the eldest. For the sake of retaining his mother’s favor, he was protective of his younger sister Dhaunae, to whom he remains close with. When he moved on to the outposts for duty, he participated in a series of battles against the dwarves for control of the underground territories. It continued for twenty grueling years, followed by smaller conflicts, though the dark elves ultimately won the quarrel. Afterwards, he moved on to participate in small squads for ambushes and assassinations. For his service, he was granted some of the conquered territory, to which he established his own estate, complete with slaves and other luxuries. Despite this, he remained eager to venture the world, thus becoming an adventurer, due for travelling beyond his home.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 1:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 11:49 pm
    Gender: Male
Age: 28
Species: Human — Warlock
Occupation: Adventurer
Territory: N/A
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Forest Green
Height: 5’ 9” (1.7526 m)
Weight 132 lbs. (59.8742 kg)
Likes
ღ He enjoys eating, and always carries food with him. While he doesn’t glutton himself, he doesn’t feel comfortable unless he has food with him. Hogan often recalls many days of his childhood in which he starved, longing for even the slightest fragment of stale bread. In addition to this, he can’t stand to see people starve. For rare occasions of compassion, it is common to find him offering food.
ღ Hogan has a heavy fascination for the concept of death, and often spends his time interpreting it. Contradictory to this, he strongly values life and the means to sustain it. Above all, he enjoys contemplating the world and his overall purpose.
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Dislikes
✗ Drinking is by far his greatest dislike, more appropriately the bane of his existence. His father’s fierce drinking led to his mother’s death, thus bringing him to hate the very sight of a full tankard or ale in any shape or form.
✗ (the first like evaluates on the second major dislike — hunger)
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Strengths/Powers
✓ Necromancy is his strong-point, excelling in the means to conjure the dead to do his bidding with the arcane. Furthermore, to an appropriate degree, he’s been trained elemental and mental magic. Among the three branches of magic, he struggles with mental magic due to the level of focus and clarity required to operate at the peak. His talents in the elemental have been retained.
✓ For the most part, he possesses a heart of steel with little hesitation and a limited moral code, making him capable of committing great atrocities with little to no guilt.
✓ Hogan possesses a magical artifact that he wields on his left hand as a gauntlet to amplify his dark magic—an artifact he happened to steal from a witch.
Weaknesses
✚ He has a very fragile mentality. Due to traumatizing experiences and the level of abuse and horror he endured as a child, he’s only the fragment of a man, broken and lacking in spirit. With the right combination of reminders or convincing, he can be naïve and easily misled to do something reckless.
✚ It’s no wonder that he’s not very good with people, either by communicating or simply encountering. His social skills lack greatly, and he’s easily misunderstood. Due to this, talking his way out of things hardly ever works in his favor. He prefers actions over words. In fact, he would only doom himself further.
✚ He’s not much of a fist fighter. What he lacks in brawn, he makes up for with magic, though he’s far from being a well-tuned swordsman or dagger wielder. Hogan’s more confident with a magical tool than any sword or axe in the world. When push comes to shove, he’d be generally powerless without his magic.
Hogan was born in a small, grim town located on the outskirts of motherland Triren. From his early youth, he was put to work, exposed to the cruelties of the world, even resorting to thieving, blackmailing, and murder in order to get food on the table. His father was a heavy drunkard, often abusing both himself and his mother, eventually strangling her to death one day when she refused to bed him in one of his drunken hazes. No longer having the heart to stay, he fled as a youngling beyond his former home, eventually caught while trying to steal from a travelling sorcerer who offered to take him in and attempt showing him a better path. Despite being delighted by magic, he was already scarred inside, and didn’t heed the man’s warnings about using his magic for ill-will, practicing the forbidden art of Necromancy at the local graveyard. Hogan had an unusual obsession with death, feeling as if he possessed godlike control by commandeering people, even if they were only reanimated corpses—something that was likely born out of his envy of more in the world. When the old sorcerer discovered this, he cast him away, though Hogan went on to excel due to his natural talent in the dark arts.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 11:29 am
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