About
Name: Shessio (Shessy)
Age: Don't ask, don't tell
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 245lb
Favorite Things: I draw and I like to play video games, basically what 99% of all gaian's like to do.
A little tid bit: Im laid back, and treat this like a game. So don't let personal feelings get mixed in.
Pictures and History of Dahlgren, my RP character
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In the world of Midguard, Dahlgren was born human. His father was a farmer, and his mother would run a small shop that sold assorted groceries. Dahlgren lived a normal life, helping his dad on the farm, playing with the other humans, elf's, and half-elf's. When he became older, he decided he wanted to become a scholar, and learn the History of his world. From the elf's knowledge to humans; Dahlgren's thirst for it was never quite clinched. To better understand Magic, a form of power through supernatural means, Dahlgren needed to study ancient elven books. The problem with this however, is that humans were not allowed into the elf colony in the great forest Yimr, due to their destructive nature. Dahlgren just saw this as a mere obstacle he had to pass, he had to learn magic, he had to understand it all. During that night, he flew over the colony using a crude hot air balloon and dropped down into the capital using some old rope. He was very cautious not to get spotted by the guards as he made his way to the library. Once inside, he started rummaging through the books until he came upon a very peculiar one entitled "Ragnarok". The book stated history about a time and world before his, when gods were mortal and ate the apples of I�unn to gain their powers, as he read on, he learned that the source of all the elf's magic was entitled mana, and as long as the great tree Yggdrasill produced these apples, magic could be used. continuing, Dahlgren found out that the apples, once eaten, would instill your body with a series on magical circuits, to which you could channel the mana into a physical form known as magic, He was jellious because elf's were naturally born with this circuit, and humans had none. Dahlgren finished that book and started on another entitled "Magic Circuits and Crymeals". In this book, it had information on how a human could obtain the use of mana, this was too good to be true he thought to himself. He tucked the book into his pocket and fled the colony. For the next few weeks, no one saw Dahlgren, as he was locked up in his basement. He read on and on, studying all of the pages that book had to offer. He was particularly interested in the Fire Crymeal "Effret" and decided that should be his power. He would sacrifice many things for this, as he carved into his body the magic circuits for fire knowing that this would allow him to channel mana into fire magic. As he could now control fire, he tried to make a pact with the Crymeal Effret, but thats when things went horribly wrong. "Foolish Human!" a voice cried out, "Did you think by giving yourself my markings, and using my magic, would mean that you would be able to control me?" Dahlgren lets out a scream of pain as his markings caught fire. The flames shooting out of Dahlgren made him feel like his body was being cooked by the inside out, and he passed out. When he woke up, everything was burning; his entire villiage was set ablaze. Dahlgre, withought waisting anymore time, ran out of his house to see Effet in the middle of all the carnage. "Let this be a lesson to you human, you need not meddle in things you cant understand!" with that, Effret exploded and dissapeared leaving Dahlgren to watch his village burn to the ground. Having no where else to go, and with his body still burning, he went to the only place he could think of; back to the half-elf colony, maybe there he could learn to harness this uncontrollable power. To his astonishment they took him in, and as years passed by, he begain to master his element. All was happy once again in Dahlgrens life, he had friends, and a new family. Until that one fateful night that would tear the sky itself. Dahlgren was awoken to the sounds of screaming, Lightning going off, Fire being lit, Ice crackling, Water rushing. He ran outside to find his people at war with the elf's.
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"We are here seeking the human how can use magic, do not resist, bring him forth and those left will be spared." Arrogant bastards, Dahlgren thought to himself. However, all around him his friends were fighting and dying, he could not stand there and watch. "Enough!" Dalghren yelled as he stepped forward, "I am the human you seek, leave these people and I will come with you." The leader among the elf's in this raid stepped forward. "On contrair, you will die, and just to prevent further contamination, so will everyone else." Before Dahlgren could react to this, he felt a sharp pierce and suddenly felt very warm, when he looked down, a sword was sticking out of him; and was pulled out. Dalgren couldn't say anything, he just stood with a look of weakness on his face. He dropped to his knees and then fell flat on his face. He was not dead, but worse; he could hear even more screams of his villagers and to top it off the menaical laughter of the leader. It was too much, the screams the laughter, why would it not stop. "Shut up!" Dahlgren screamed as he rose to one knee; blood spilling from the would he was afflicted. The leader was shocked. "Why are you still moving, what keeps you going on?" Dalhgren just smiled as the blood pouring out of him cought fire, "You said it yourself, it's because I'm human, and humans hate to lose!" Dahlren knew everyone was dead, what was the point? All he wanted was vengeance against this one a*****e. "Ill drag your very souls down to niffleheim!" The elf was shocked to a new found level of terror, and ordered all elf's to fire their magic. Dahlgren's flames turned bright white, the pain was too immense for him, but he had to continue. Dalhgren shoved his right hand into his would causing him to cough up blood, however, it was not blood, but more white fire; with the last bit of energy, he draws a circle and some lines on the ground beneath him. With a yell he punches the ground with his fist, "Flarebomb!" An explosion, like a supernova or a sun exploding, spaceship crashing into a steller blight of flame. Dahlgren himself ripped open a very hole in the sky itself. His body was sucked out and his vision went from blurry to neigh. The last picture in his head was a terrified leader being engulfed in white flames. "a*****e."
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This is my Character I RP as, Dahlgren Banestead the Faithless Scholar
Description: An a*****e with a heart (Go figure >.>)
Art By: Myself
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haha...Shessy Amazingness...good one. But yeah I still want to go into animation and stuff =]
I myself have not been without eye patch since first buying one when I was but a two-eyed newb.
and your art is loverly.
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