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 Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 12:08 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 12:09 am
NPCs Full Name: King Heston d'Audrell
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: King Heston's hair has faded from brown to gray, many have said from the many years he has spent on the the throne. Brown eyes sit on a face cluttered with creases and wrinkles, as well as age spots. He very much looks his age. His failing health has made his skin unhealthily pale and clammy. He was always a rather tall man, but now can barely stand or sit straight, shortening the appearance of his stature.
Personality: The people of Drell have always seen their leader as a caring, thoughtful man. While he indeed was, he rarely showed any emotion at all to those around him. He never publicly showed much love toward his children, and strictly taught them in the ways he thought they should rule. He was never known to be outgoing, preferring to only talk when he had something to say rather than just talking to hear the sound of his voice.------------------------ Full Name: Princess Jenelle d'Audrell
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: Jenelle has perfect brown hair that when it's down, falls to her waist. She prefers to wear it up in a half bun, the lose ringlets falling gracefully to the base of her neck and frames her face. She has a soft, glowing complexion, most likely from the pampering of her upbringing, and big, round bright green eyes that are littered with light brown speckles. Any who have actually seen her cannot deny her innocent beauty.
She prefers the long dresses of her court, and to her the fancier the better. She finds most jewelry to be gaudy, but does wear a necklace with a small star shaped medallion that was given to her by her mother. Inside the medallion is an engraving of the seal of her family, a phoenix rising from the ground to the sky.
Personality: Jenelle takes after her father in regards to being quiet, but she in outgoing as loves to be surrounded by people and the attention it brings. She is not outwardly selfish, though at times she is. She knows of her beauty and what others say about her, and uses it to her advantage. She has an air of confidence and pride that many other people find distasteful, but she never cared what others have thought about her. She is unsure with her ability to be a leader, and has been seen relying perhaps too much on the advice of others.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 12:12 am
Gaia Username
Delim
Full Name
Taryn Rosch
Age
27
Gender
Female
Race
Human
Appearance
Most people would consider Taryn a rather petite and lanky woman. Her legs are long and her torso short, creating a disportionate look. Her eyes are a large, dark brown reflecting an overactive soul and a sarcastic nature. Brown nearly black locks of hair flow down and passes her tanned shoulders by a few meager inches. Her bangs start just above her eyes, then feathering down to frame her square jaw.
Growing up in Rosebeach gave Taryn more then enough opportunities to bask in the sun, and she happily accepted them. Having tanned skin marks her as more or less a commoner, and she is okay with that. One thing, however, does keep her separated from the rest. A long, thick, and twisted scar runs from the top of her left shoulder and in a jagged route heads down her back to her hip. This was given to her when was she slipped down a cliff near the beach when she was a teenager. The jagged rocks cut through her flesh. Ever since then Taryn's back would occasionally cause her intense pain. Some parts of her back are still numb.
Taryn often wears deep blues and blacks. Her shirts will often be over sized, of a male design, and loose sleeves. She wears a woman's style of pants that are rather peculiar. The material appears to be some kind of brown reptile skin. They are durable, flexible, and she loves them.
Personality
Like her father, Taryn possesses an addictive personality. Gambling and drinking are just two of the many dishonorable pastimes that Taryn finds herself performing night after night. Another of this woman's little obsessions is watching. She could sit quietly for hours watching others around her and taking millions of mental notes. The fact that she loves being able to observe others might have spawned a deep and slightly unnecessary fear of going blind. With the mention of fear, Taryn will usually scoff and with a roll of her brown eyes dismiss the very thought of cowardice. Pride, thy name is Taryn.
Despite her proud and sometimes rowdy demeanor, Taryn possesses an air of charisma that seemingly demands respect. She is normally quiet and introverted and prone to giving short, crisp answers, but she is hardly shy. When she speaks, her commanding presence comes out, and people, more often than not, listen.
Anger does not hold much of a place in her heart. Although she is easily annoyed and shows it with mocking remarks, most people cannot force her anger much higher. Few things however will set this woman into a wicked frenzy. Those moronic few who pressure her about giving away every little detail of her disfiguring scar came to be spark her otherwise dormant wrath.
Skills and Talents
Growing up near the ocean allowed her the opportunity to learn to swim, which she took at every chance. Her time working in the inn taught her how to deal with others.
In regards to combat, her brothers taught her the art of using a sword. Her scar limits her movement, so she's not agile or quick, but she can swing hard.
Biography
She was born in Rosebeach as the third and only girl of four children of a blacksmith father and barmaid mother, and that is where she spent her childhood. Her family was fairly well off, not rich and not poor.
Her older brothers made sure that she knew how to take care of herself. Even though that Rosebeach had a fairly low crime rate, the wealthy tourists also attracted the less honest types. As soon as she was able to wield a sword, her brothers were teaching her how to use it. As a result, her style is more relaxed than those with formal training.
She spent much of her time as a child and young teen at a lower class inn where her mother worked as a barmaid. She would spend hours as a child just watching people and creating her own stories about them. As she got older, she began working there. It could be said that most of her crude behavior and habits came from working there.
Taryn was fourteen when she had she fateful fall. She was playing with her younger brother near the beach. She was running along the edge of a cliff when she had a misstep and slipped over the edge. The rocks nearly tore her back completely bare, and it was a wonder that she didn't break her back. It was nearly a year before she had recovered enough to be able to move freely. Other children would tease her about the unsightly scar that was left, creating a rather "sore spot" for her.
Her mother soon grew deathly ill. She battled the illness for a month before succumbing to it. Taryn was very close to her, and felt her death deeply. Never feeling particularly close to her father, she took this opportunity to travel her country.
After about a year of travel, her expenses ran dry. She ended her journey in the capital Lindell. There, she met Lord Karazan who hired her to work privately as a mercenary for him. She now lives in Li'Mun, in Karazan's manor.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 12:14 am
Gaia Username:
ThEndOfHeartache927
Full Name:
Mikhail Jaque Lenoir
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human... well... sort of (explains in bio)
Appearance:
Mikhail is a slightly dark individual. After his parents vanished, he sunk into a depression that greatly reflects in his appearance. His golden blonde hair falls to the base of his neck, grey eyes peering out from underneath long bangs, secretly watching the world go by. He is tall, six foot one inch, with a slightly muscular build from all the time practicing with multiple weapons. Although he gets a lot of sun, the twist in his DNA (once again, explained in bio) keeps him pale, with flawless skin; not a blemish to be seen. His clothing, as previously stated, is always dark. Black shirts, black pants, black coats, black hats, black everything. Even his sword is black, blade and all. Underneath these black clothes, he is scarred in several places. His chest bears a scar on the right side, and his hands are decorated with small, pink-white bumps if healed skin, although these are hidden with (of course) black, fingerless gloves.
Personality:
Mikhail is not only dark in appearance, but also personality. He is mostly silent, and speaks softly when the situation requires him to verbalize his thoughts. Not always heard, for he is seen as an outcast, no one really knows how strong Mikhail is. When in combat, he fights ferociously. Those he has gone up against say only great loss can bring about that type of fighting spirit.
Mikhail, although a fighter, is a true sweetheart (for want of a better word). He has been heartbroken, and does not wish for others to feel that sort of emotional pain. No one deserves it, he believes.
As stated before, he is an outcast, but maybe not for all the right reasons... (explained also in bio).
Skills and Talents:
Because of his mother, he can manipulate magic fairly easily, easier than others, and is well skilled with his blade. However, when using another sword, he is terrible in combat.
Biography: (Finally, answers are revealed! xd )
Mikhail's mother was an elf that had long ago fled the kingdom of Eveninwood, to the mostly human capitol of Lindell. Her reasons for leaving the elven kingdom are foggy, but she was never to return. Lindell is where she met Mikhail's father; a human. However, this was several years later, so her elven abilities to understand plants and animals have faded.
Because of this blend in DNA, Mikhail was able to learn and manipulate magic very easily. His favorite sorts are telekinesis and pyrokinesis - the ability to manipulate objects with one's mind, and the ability to manipulate flame, respectively.
As stated above, Mikhail is an outcast for all the wrong reasons. Approximately six years ago, he experimented with his sexuality, and discovered he was homosexual. He keeps this quiet, though, understanding that most don't accept this. His heartbreak spoken of earlier consists of a lost partner - Markus Rightson. Markus was killed in an act of discrimination.
Despite his vow to hunt down Markus' killers, he never has shown any signs of trying.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 12:15 am
Gaia Username
NoiseInTheShadows
Full Name
Lorelai Nachtstern
Age
23
Gender
Female
Race
Human
Appearance
If there is one thing that no one can call Lorelai, it's tall. Her height (5'0") has flummoxed everyone she knows, since she is the only short person in the family (They are all around six feet). In fact, if it weren't for her mother's testimonials to the contrary, Lorelai would've been prepared to swear that she had been an abandoned child on the plains that her parents had picked up on a hunting trip.
As soon as she was able to aim a bow, Lorelai started hunting with her parents and her older brother. As a result, she is thin and muscular, and stronger than anyone would give her credit for, given her size. To protect her body from the elements, she wears a long-sleeved hooded tunic made of deerskin and boots and breeches of slightly darker deerskin. She keeps her long, black hair in a braid down her back. Lorelai's bow and quiver are strapped across her chest, and at her side hang both a dirk and a dgger.
Lorelai doesn't much care about the way she looks, but the people she had met, from her family to the people she saw in Falldale during the winter said that she is beautiful. Her face is darkened slightly from the sun on the summer hunting months. She has full, red lips and a short button nose. Her eyes are her most striking feature. They are round, but instead of being dark to match her hair, they are an intense shad of blue, almost like ice, with a ring of navy around the corona.
Personality
Lorelai has always been restless, and she made no secret of that around her family. It wasn't too bad when they were out on the plains in the summer because they were almost constantly moving, but the winters in Falldale were practically unbearable. Her biggest fear is to be stuck somewhere, caged in like a naughty pet. Aside from her constant need to be on the move, Lorelai is generally an agreeable individual. She keeps her own counsel, preferring to keep her opinions to herself unless there issome need for her to speak. Her extended amount of time with her family keeps her wary of people she doesn't know, which also contributes to her reticence.
Lorelai likes that people underestimate her, and she tries to keep it that way. It makes it all the more fun when someone crosses her to see their reaction when she bolts across whatever space is between them and she's punched them in the gut before they realize what's happened.
Skills and Talents
Lorelai is quite skilled with a bow, and also with dirk and dagger in hand-to-hand combat. She also has the ability to manipulate magic. She likes telikinesis, and she uses it quite frequently when she's shooting if her shot is slightly off center or if her quarry moves after she already released her arrow. She also likes water magic, perhaps because she wants to keep moving, like the river.
Biography
Lorelai spent her first 18 years hunting with her parents and wintering in Falldale. The winter after she turned 18, she ran away from Falldale because she couldn't stand the fact that she was stuck in the small town for so long. She made her way south to see what existed beyond the plains and Falldale. She wound up in Lindell, and she liked life in the city, but after about two years, she grew restless again.
Lorelai wandered north, but traveled more east than directly north. She spent a little time in Faymoor, but eventually crossed the Enen River toward Rosebeach. Before she got there, a new urge struck her, and she turned west, back across the river and past Lindell. She stopped in Li'Mun about two months ago, and has been staying there. She finds the atmosphere of the smaller city engaging, and the presence of that many othe mages intrigues her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 12:17 am
Gaia Username gothic_emoness101 Full Name Madison Elizabeth Desmare Age 17 Gender Female Race Human Appearance Madison
Madison is rather short, only around 5'4". She has a dainty figure with wide, almond shaped eyes that scream innocence, but the chocolate brown color says anything but. A blood red mote colors her left eye with a pinprick of scarlet, marking her out as a demon's chosen in the main religion of the time. A gently sloping nose ends in a cute button just above her full pink lips, and an elegantly long neck sets her head high and proud. Her small shoulders are marked as delicate, yet imposing. Her long brown hair falls to her lower back with soft honey hints running through it in streaks of golden brown. Her arms end at her mid thigh with long, slender fingers, and she has an hour glass figure with soft, round breasts that are the perfect size for her tiny figure.
She wears the traditional dresses of the age, tight corsets making her small waste seem even smaller. The dresses are mainly strapless, accenting her delicate shoulders and supple breasts. Her hair is always down, whether it be an everyday event or a party, framing her soft face. Every single one of her dresses are floor length, and she has special ones for when she wears heels to make sure they stay just above the ground so she does not trip. They are also all in dark colors; deep purples and midnight blues, or simple blacks. She is usually wearing lacy black gloves that end just above her elbows, showing off her slender arms and long fingers. She refuses to wear heels except to parties or banquets, going barefoot the rest of the time. Personality Madison is soft and shy, disliking attention even if complimented. She is also very persuasive, getting what she wants almost always. She will warm up to people after a while, becoming more outgoing and playfull when not around anyone else. She is also very persuasive, getting what she wants almost always. Her favorite passtime is playing the piano, having been playing since she was five years old. She loves to read also, her father investing in a large library for their home. Though having a large plantation with a wonderfull backyard, Madison prefers to walk through town to find a quiet place to read, simply to see who she could meet. Though she is very shy, she loves making new friends and discussing similarities between them. Skills and Talents Madison is an amazing piano player, having played since she was five years old. She can also sing and dance rather well, many telling her she should go out for the theatre.
Madison uses a talisman given to her by her mother when she was born to control shadows. The talisman is of a circle with a five pointed star inside of it and sits inbetween her breasts. She never takes it off, being unable to control the shadows without it. She has never had training, so it's mainly an accident when she uses her powers. They are controled by her emotions. Biography Living in the merchant town of Tyr, Madison never missed a beat. She learned to spot cheaters and bad deals from a mile away, and also learned how to barter. Her father is an underground trade King, knowing most of the illegal traders and able to spot authority spies easily. Though he has never killed or had someone killed, that Madison knows of, he has made many shady deals and intimidated more than a few people into not saying anything.
Madison lived a sheltered life from her fathers shady buisness, not knowing what her father truly did till she was ten years old. She now helps him, mostly with young traders around her own age. She's slightly more persuasive than her father, and will do mostly anything to make a trade. Working with her father is complicated, and she learned many things about both the underground trade, and the trade market in town. Her father is known well in both markets.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 12:18 am
Gaia Username
BlackCatSpaz
Full Name
Mirae Caterri, 'The Black Cat of Tyr'
Age
19
Gender
Female
Race
Human
Appearance
At first glance most people see Mirae as delicate and harmless, though on a closer inspection many realize their mistake of thinking anything of the sort of this catlike figure. At 5'7" she is neither considered tall nor short, and although she is slim it is from a lithe, feline readiness to spring into action, a strength hidden by her preferred loose clothing. Her eyes, with one a striking gold and the other constantly changing colors are attention grabbing to say the least, despite her attempts to shadow the right, shifting eye, with a hanging of her hark brown and red streaked hair. Her gaze is piercing to say the least, and along with her light skin and other features she is very intimidating when caught in a mood. Her arms and back are covered in surpirsingly few scars for one of such a disreputable upbringing, especially for one of her skill, but they are there nonetheless.
Instead of attempting to appear unremarkable and unassuming as so many others of her profession she instead chooses to play up her oddities, making herself even more noticeable in appearance. After all, it is hard to make a shadow out of someone so clearly seen...
Mirae's clothing of preference, at least in public, is simple and elegant at the same time. She generally wears a soft tunic-styled shirt with long sleeves and a modest neckline, with a long, simply cut vest over it. The vest, reaching just past her fingertips, hangs open comfortably for easy movement and is embroidered with her personal crest, a simple design reminiscent of a cat sitting before a crescent moon. She keeps her dark pants loosely tucked into her high, black boots, along with a number of carefully hidden daggers. At her waist she wears a swordbelt, buckled with the same cat design with extra embellishment. It holds both her sword and her longest dagger, each resting on an opposite hip. Both weapons are simple in design, but masterfully made and well balanced.
Personality
Mirae has a fun loving personality; living for the thrill of the chase it goes to wonder which she enjoys being more--the hunter or the hunted. Although naturally very blunt, life in Tyr where anyone could be willing to slit your throat for the simplest offense has taught her the intricacies of subtlety, and she uses them to the fullest extent of her ability. A quick wit and a cat's patience have kept her alive through a number of dangerous situations. Despite her sometimes flamboyant and lazy outer behavior and unchosen profession she is truly a kindhearted and hardworking person who does her best to help those in her city in need. She can be fierce in the punishment of injustice, but she has never killed except by accident or in self defense. The streets patrolled at night by this wandering rogue are among the safest in the city, for your throat if not your purse. She holds herself a cut above the "dirty crooks" of Tyr, and can just as often be found acting as a thief catcher.
Mirae's greatest fear is being forced to do anything, valuing her independence above all, and she becomes incredibly testy and temperamentally defiant when merchants and other potential employers try to intimidate and bully her into taking a job.
Skills and Talents
Observant by nature, it was only natural for her to pick up the pen to draw, a hobby that she loves more than chasing down "dirty crooks". She is also a quiet listener, and her unique approach to difficult problems makes those who truly know her listen all the more closely.
Raised in a city of daggers she learned the dance quickly from her father, a rightly feared man in his own right. Since he held high influence with many people she was also trained in the sword for a short time until her master died, and although her technique is imperfect by a stiff master's standards she can hold her own with the blade if her daggers fail her. She relies more on speed than strength in combat, but is sometimes forced to fall back on her untrained magic to create simple illusions that can be useful in a thief's line of work.
Biography
Mirae's origins are unknown even to her, though many would link her Li'Mun because of her strange eyes. The man she called father was a lethal assassin in the service of one of the more powerful merchants of Tyr, and until his untimely death he spared no moment in teaching her his trade despite her contempt for the life he led. He brought her with him to Tyr as just a baby and told no one where he had been, as was his way. By the age of seven Mirae was cutting purses as well as any street rat, and at thirteen she was a rogue proper as well as a master of the 'Dance of Daggers', as her so-called father termed it. Shortly afterward she learned from his employer that her father asked an old friend to teach her the sword, and though she hated having to listen to the old codger she took his short number of lessons to heart. When the swordmaster died, her father went half mad, mumbling about old debts before storming off and vanishing, with word of his own demise not far behind. Mirae shrugged it off despite her slight sense of mourning and intended to move one until her father's employer decided to take her in, eliminating any chance of slipping out of Tyr unwanted.
She became the seventh child his house had cared for and the only daughter, a reason for doting from his incessant wife Leanne. Only three of his sons remained with him. One had died in a blood feud and the other two had decided to become mercenaries, for which he immediately and permanently disowned them. Despite the privilege of his house, however, he also meant to put her skills to use, immediately trying to convince her to assassinate one of his enemies upon the eve of her sixteenth birthday. She ardently refused and stormed away, ignoring his yells and demands. Afterward she spent three years in the backstreets of Tyr, both causing trouble and stopping it. Her ways brought bad luck to both criminal and innocent alike and so earned her the name of The Black Cat of Tyr. Recently, the youngest and now only surviving son of her former employer has come to her in need of help. A valuable magical possession of his family was stolen, and being only a year older than her as well as a good friend despite conflicting interests, has moved her to accept the job. She has also has a small black cat that she has trained to help her in her work.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 2:21 pm
Gaia UsernameCli0dnaFull NameFabian Ryoushi ReléAge16GenderMaleRaceHuman AppearanceLink Link He is rather short height with curly, messy hair reaching to his shoulder. The color of the hair stays somewhere between red and light brown, with almost golden highlights. His eyes are green and don't speak much about his personality, changing slightly depending on his mood (shining when he is happy, flickering a bit, when he is sad and so on). He has dark shadows under his eyes from sleepless nights. Jiskat (explained in appearance and bio) doesn’t like, when Fabian sleeps. He has a short, violet cape with a hood, which only point is to hide his head and maybe his face too. His clothes are in a little bit vague color, which looks like really worn out yellow or green, almost gray. Sometimes also has a short pipe (aka. he smokes)
Oh, and there is a creature living in him. You might call it a demon, though it's not certain, what it really is. It is a parasite, growing inside and a bit of outside of him, and under his skin. It breaks out through his skin on his head (the two tentacle like things seen on pictures, they might resemble horns a bit (maybe this demon-creature even has somekind of sense of humor?)), also on both sides of his neck, on his left shoulder and left elbow. The creature also breaks out on his back. It can change it's shape a little bit, but not too much and it can't separate itself from Fabian. Anyway the part of the parasite, that grows out of his back, can take the shape of two wings (or, to tell the truth, it can take the shape of anything not too complicated), though most of the time it is clinged to it's hosts body, under his clothes, almost unnoticeable. The demons body is dark, almost black, with violet highlights. The places, where it is near the skin, are slightly violet, so Fabian has violet stripes on his skin in some places. It grows mostly in Fabians torso, under his skin, making his chest look like it's full of huge blood vessels. A small part of the demon has moved upwards, to his head (or not INTO it, just under his skin. There are some violet lines on his left cheek, and then ofcourse the so-called ''horns'' on his head).
He has a strong accent. That fact isn't related to his appearance, but I'll add it here anyway.PersonalityOn most cases I don't do characters personality, when I've never played with him, but this time... He dislikes mages, but he doesn't dislike magic itself. The demon-like thing has made him careful, because when the demon is hurt or distressed, then he'll be hurt too (it is kind of painful, when this thing moves in him). He is religious, though I'm not sure, what religion it is (it is probably made up, though I probably do know the outline of this religion, but I don't have the name for it yet, I hope to get inspiratsion from the game). He likes nature, but he also likes comfortable places - towns. He doesn't believe in god, but he believes, that everything has a spirit or soul and that to live a good life you have to live in harmony with these spirits or souls. He isn't obsessed with his religion, it has become more like a lifestyle for him. Maybe he prays sometimes, but he doesn't sacrifice creatures to spirits nor does he do satanistic rituals, he is rather peaceful. He is educated, because his parents were monks. Can read and write flawlessly (atleast in his motherlanguage. The language we speak in this roleplay ((english)) isn't his motherlanguage, speaks with strong accent), knows some things about zoology and history. He smokes and drinks alcohol, becoming overly merry after a glass of beer and after fifth glass of beer he'll be on the floor like a rug and then he'll have amnesia the next day (somewhere between first and fifth glass of beer he’ll become outgoing and holds on to morals less than when he is sober, starts hitting on random people and talks about love, whenever possible). He drinks, because it makes the demon-thingie to be less active. Plus the feeling is great. Actually he is craving for attention and affection, he just lacks the resources and social abilities to show it.
And I think it would be worth mentioning, that he is bisexual. He doesn't speak about it much. Because no-one asks him. He isn't ashamed of it, (,,Love makes the world go round! I have more alternatives, thus more people to love’’ – Fabian (after third glass of beer)) but he also doesn't yell it out loud (when sober). Skills and TalentsFabian can ride a horse, but he doesn’t have a horse.
As I said he is rather peaceful, so he isn't the best at fighting. His weapon of choice would be a stonethrower (XD), but that's too heavy to carry with himself (plus he can’t afford one and he would need a small army to wield it), so he settles with three knives he wears, when possible he also uses a sword, but because he doesn't fight that much he hasn't bought himself a sword. He is agile and flexible. He doesn't control the demon, though has gotten into somekind of deal with the creature. If possible, he flees from a fight. He doesn't interfere in fights, that are not related to him, even if people might get hurt because of him. But when someone picks on his friends or loved ones, then he will try to help as best as he can. The parasite-demon-thingie is mostly worried only about it's own health (in other words it is worried about it's hosts health and thus dislikes interfering in fights to help someone else), but if Fabian actually forces the demon to fight, then the demon will be of great help. Because it doesn't understand the value of life. Unless it's it's own life.
BiographyHis birthday is on the 4th of March. Fabian was born in the country of Iostra, in the city of Kandli and was educated from early age. His parents were both monks, meaning that they were kind of educated, had a small private library, knew everything about the religion and spread it, particibated in rituals to keep nature spirits happy, along with reading the texts in the library and re-writing them.
But there were people, who disliked it (because it is probably a minority religion and people just happen to be like it, that they think, that everyone, that think differently of how the world works are either stupid or evil. Both are capable of doing bad things). Stories spread, that they are worshippers of evil and demons. Some people re-told it just because they thought it's interesting or funny, some because they actually believed it. It is not sure, whether they actually did it, or not (because it's also possible, that someone used all the gossip going around them against them to wash his own hands off of guilt), but they were said to be guilty in a series of murders and were executed. Fabian was around 13 then. He was held in prison a few days, no-one was sure, what to do with him. Those, that believed, that his religion is evil thought that he should be executed, a few people wanted to adopt him, others didn't know, what to do with him. In the end they let him go, but sent him out of the city. Just in case he brings bad luck.
He headed for the kingdom of Drell and Tyr and was there being hired by a mage, who introduced himself as Sirid.
About Sirid...it was actually hard to tell, whether he was male or female. He always wore long coats and capes, that made it impossible to tell whether or not he had certain body curves and he also wore a mask with peacock feathers attached to it. And gloves, even when it was warm. To tell the truth then you couldn't see even an inch of his bare skin. There might be a spell on the mask, but it might also be his normal voice, but when he talks, then it's impossible to determine his age or gender by his voice. He, himself, says, that this kind of neutrality is to avoid prejudice associated with genders (that males are violent and robust and women are weak and stupid), though that isn't the real reason, why he doesn't show his face or skin.
Anyway he introduced himself to Fabian, told him, that if he (Fabian) he comes with Sirid, then Sirid wil provide him better life than he could even dream about in the condition he was in. Fabian ofcourse agreed.
Sirid lived near the city of Tyr, away from other magic users at Li'Mun. He had his research and he didn't have very good relationships with other mages. To tell the truth he was rather powercrazed, wanting to kill anyone, who opposes him or threatens his well-being.
His goal was to invent a way to give humans wings (which he later did, as one of my other rpg characters can prove). He didn't want wings for himself. He wanted to get himself power. And servants. If he had a few special servants, then it would give him advantace against other mage. A few assassins, bodyguards, toys or test subjects with wings. When he saw Fabian, he just couldn't do anything else, than to bring the boy back home with him. Maybe there was a bit sympathy in this act, but he might have seen something in this boy that made him a better test subject than the rest of humans.
Sirid kept his word. His bloodline had been rich. He gave Fabian expensive clothes, good foods and a nice bedroom with soft bed.
In exchange Fabian became his ''guinea pig'' - his test subject. For a demon. Or atleast Sirid called this creature a ''demon'', because there was no better word for it. It catched his eye, because the creature theoretically could change it's body enouch to give itself wings.
He gave Fabian a piece of this demon, kind of injected it into his back, where it quickly grew, causing a lot of pain in the progress, trying to get used to it's hosts body. After a few months of suffering it understood at last, that there is something wrong with it's host and became careful, not to cause torture and started to grow outside of Fabian.
Now only thing Fabian needed to do was to learn how to control the demon. He couldn't do this, and, afraid that Sirid will dispose him like all the other beta tests of his research, he escaped, which was actually rather easy, because Sirid had given him a lot of freedom and comfort to make him co-operate. Fabian was 14 years and 10 months old, when he ran away.
I also must say, that he stole a bagful of certain medicine from Sirids house, before escaping. And a syringe to inject it. After the demon became one with his body he became physically weaker and started to have nightmares and some aftereffects from the first few months of the demon living in him still hurt him. The pain gets stronger, if he doesn't inject that medicine, and though he isn't sure why does he have those pains or what that medicine consists of he is sure, that he will die, when he doesn't take it.
He doesn’t need to take that medicine too often (has to use it like...once a month? When the pain and weakness comes back), but he keeps it with care. Every medicine has it deadline, but he doesn't worry about the deadline too much. In his opinion dying of blood poisoning would be a lot more comfortable than dying of the pain of having a demon wrapped around your internal organs, right? But if the medicine would happen to run out he'll probably go back to Sirid and face the consequences. He carries the ampuls and syringe with him in a bag. And that is one way how he has learned to ''control'' the demon. Threatening. The demon knows, that if it acts against it's hosts will too much, then the host might fall into depression and maybe even try to take his life, because it is actually quite of a bad life, when you have this kind of creature in you and that creature practically doesn't let you do anything that might set your life in danger (it probably wouldn't let Fabian to drink nor smoke too, but it hasn't understood yet that those actions harm it's hosts body).
Fabian has travelled around a months, settling here and there, trying to get money by working, begging or even preaching. In the end he went back to Tyr, trying to keep a low profile, not too worried about Sirid or his servants, because Sirid rarely shows his face (I mean mask) outside of his house.
The demon can't control Fabians body. Fabian can't control the demons body. The demon doesn't ''feel'' Fabians emotions, but it does sense changes in Fabians blood (hormonal level, adrenaline etc.). Fabian also doesn't feel demons emotions (incase the creature has them). If demon is hurt or simply in a bad mood, then it might hurt Fabian, though it’s probably unintentional. Some tentacle-like parts are growing inside of Fabians throat, it could technically strangle him to unconcious, if it wanted to, but it doesn't want to. It can not read Fabians thoughts. Fabian can't read the demons thoughts. The demon doesn't have face nor eyes, but it does see. It doesn't understand a lot about brain and it's functions, but it can probably see through Fabians eyes. It probably does have ears, though you can't see them. It can hear too.
Fabian probably has too much free time in his hands. He has named the demon ''Jiskat'', which is a lot shorter to say, than ''that hopelessly damned demon-parasite-thingie''.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 5:11 pm
Gaia Username
Lord Andarel
Full Name
Yeran Silas
Age
19
Gender
Male
Race
Human
Appearance
Yeran's looks and figure make him easy to dismiss, and he likes it that way. Thoroughly unspectacular, he is wiry with hair kept slightly too long for his futile attempts at keeping it in order. Faded to a light shade of brown, said hair tangles in a generally straight mop down to the base of his neck. As he is unable to buy clothes often he sticks with a traveler's cloak, under which a pair of sturdy felt pants and shirt try to keep him warm and safe from the elements. His face is thin, not gaunt yet but his meager diet definitely shows. His eyes are a faded gray-brown similar to his hair, and always have a faintly sad look to them. If asked, he'll claim it's wisdom but that would be a very nice way to state things. He stands loosely and walks lightly, carrying a pack and small pouch for money. The only truly notable things about him are his hands - both his hands are worn from use, and his right hand has burn scars along the palm and three fingers from an old misadventure.
Personality
Tempered by lack of food and generally meager living, Yeran is still upbeat in his words though his eyes don't always seem that way. While respectable at diplomacy, he has the unfortunate habit of being too blunt for his own good and so has taken to saying little when his interest is not piqued. When a topic feels like it might have potential mystery or profit to it, he will almost always perk up and try and get to the bottom of it. Always a foolish dreamer, his dream is to strike it rich and never have to work, or maybe run his own business. By now he rarely gets angry, but will do his best to drive it down when he does reach that point. He is often awkward when speaking, and while he is intelligent he has a tendency to let his thoughts wander.
On a separate note, he has his own share of vices - he has lost a fair portion of his money to gambling and has a compulsive tendency to pick up trinkets, whether bought, stolen, or otherwise. He has a long-standing fear of fire, and while tamed fire (like in a fireplace) is not all that damaging to his mental state he prefers not to get close to it. He likes the cold, and one of the few things he takes pleasure in is snow in an almost childlike, wondering manner.
Skills and Talents
With a small natural talent for magic, Yeran focused on the one thing that he has always loved - frost. Now a respectable ice magician for his age, he can use basic ice spells fairly well, which has served him well over the last few years. He makes a living doing odd jobs nowadays, helping bring goods here and there or helping guard or keep books. Whatever will make him money. Part of this comes from a nose for profit in any form, and an extremely productive stinginess - with the exceptions of the odd trinket that catches his eye, he no longer spends money freely unless it's necessary for survival. He has, over time, developed a cool head and a respectable business sense, though he has yet to actually run a true business. While resorting to thievery is his absolute last requirement, it has happened before and he is quick enough to occasionally get away with it. Still, he hates the feeling and will do what he can so as not to resort to it.
He has some skill in self-defense, but prefers not to fight when possible - he is not very strong or resilient, but he is precise and respectably quick. He has for a long time used an old family heirloom that served as a good-quality weapon: a pair of metal rods about ten inches long, that split into spined, bladed fans. These fan's spines are quite sharp and extremely hard to break, though they are light and are terrible at actually blocking blows.
Biography
Yeran Silas was born to a poor family, whose small farm and business kept them living, if not particularly comfortably. With one sister and no brothers, Yeran worked just like his parents and sibling; tending the farm and trade so as to make things run with the least work for everyone. Still, he was sent for basic if reduced schooling, and picked up the very basics for ice magic on his own, further learning from a family friend. At sixteen his parents were no longer able to sustain the family easily, and so as an act of kindness he took some of his own small savings and left for, hopefully, better living in the cities. This proved to be less than he had hoped, as while he found jobs they didn't always last, and he had to keep moving. Picking up as an odd-jobs traveler, he spent time learning with the gift he had taken from his parents (the fans) and practicing his little magical ability, picking up basic tricks and knowing a respectable amount.
His fear of fire came not long after leaving his house, when a lantern in his hotel room fell over when he was in the middle of writing a letter with its light. Grabbing at it to prop it up again, some oil leaked onto his hand and the floor, both of which caught flames. While he eventually managed to extinguish the flame on his hand by wrapping it in cloth from the cheap bed in his room, the floor's fire was far harder to get rid of and he soon had to resort to the age-old method of running for his life. A fair part of his building burned, and he was forced out and to travel again. He wandered into the town not long ago, and is currently looking for employment in such a large trade city while his meager reserves last.
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