Post by aleX on Sept 4, 2008 18:04:24 GMT -5
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Username: alex
Gender: male
Other Character(s): aleX's Chain
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Name: Maedra Daosin (May-druh dow-sin)
Alias: None
Age: 147 (about 23 for a human)
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Alignment: Evil
Origin: Unknown (Twilight Town)
Appearance: Maedra has very pale skin, almost ghostly. It used to be a lovely cream color, but once he started delving in the dark magiks, he started to change.
His eyes became a sickly white, surrounding a sharp, blinding blue. Gaunt cheeks, a sharp chin, and thin, pointed ears, Maedra is not the most pleasant individual to look at.
He is about six and a half feet tall, which is a bit shorter than average for the rest of his race, but he makes up for it by being extremely physically fit. No body builder, Maedra doesn't have external muscle, but he has extensive stamina, allowing him to run, jump, swim or any other variety of physical activity for quite a length of time. Oddly thin for his fitness, he weighs about 50 kilograms, yet still average for an elf.
Maedra is often clothed in earth-toned fabric, perhaps a light cotton. Underneath, however, he has hardened leather armor to help lessen the majority of blows he may receive. It won't stop a claymore, but it would protect him from the quick slash of a dagger.
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Class: Mage
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History: Maedra had a secret. He was involved in so many guilds and clans and courts that he lost count. But he was very good at not letting them mix. In fact, he was a spy for some of them. A double agent for others. But he didn't care. He got paid well. Very well, in fact. But being involved in all of these groups, he couldn't help but finding out things. Dirty little secrets that everyone had. But these secrets were tied together.
The elven government is more or less a monarchy. It has a king and queen with two heirs. One male, one female. The relationship between the king and queen was usually this sibling bond, but every now and then, when one of the heirs died or disappeared or abdicated or became unable to serve for some reason or another, the living heir took a spouse when they took the throne. The spouses of the king and queen, in the case of a sibling bond, were the two heads of the two councils.
A council of mages and a council of guards. Really, both councils acted as guards. One knew defensive magic (shields, healing, and status ailment/curing magic, mostly), the other was made up of practiced archers and swordsmen. The councils don't have any official say in political matters, but the monarchs often go them for advice. Each is made up of six members, hand selected by the leaders of the council. The identities of these members was kept secret from everyone except for the those in the council. Sometimes, even the monarchs didn't know who was part of the council. This secrecy was used to prevent a political take over by the general populace by assassinating the members of the councils.
Maedra just happened to be part of both councils. The council of guards was fairly neutral right now, as there wasn't anything politically pressing. Things were running as smoothly and efficiently as they could. Or they were as far as the guards knew.
The mage council was a different story. Despite their lack of true proficiency in arms (other than self-taught, or elder-taught), the council wanted blood. And they wanted it badly. The queen had been so bold as to suggest a tithe. Not the normal one tenth of one's pay tithe. This tithe was brutal and used to keep the people in check. Every ten years, according to her suggestion, the ten total members of both councils (not counting the two members who happen to be the spouses of the monarchs) would be sacrificed in front of the people as a reminder that the king and queen had total and absolute power and weren't afraid to exercise that power. But since this was the queen's idea, the only people that knew about it at the time were her husband (naturally), and the members of his council - the mages. Upon hearing this suggestion, the entire council raised their concern, calling for the blood of the queen. Even her husband was in agreement. But Maedra was not. And for this he was cast out of the council.
However, he felt a sense of loyalty to the monarchs still. So, to stop the bloodthirsty mages, he decided to teach himself a new kind of magic. Dark magic that very, very few elves knew. It was a societal faux pas in the greatest sense to know dark magic. And it wasn't like you could pretend like you didn't know it, either. It was clearly visible. The magic changed you. Your body, your mind, even your soul, some went as far as to assume. But this dark magic was the only way that he could stop the mages. As he learned this magic, he crafted himself a weapon of chain. Unique and deadly. Hopefully it would be enough to stop them.
Being a part of a band of assassins, Maedra also heard whisper of another plot. One to kill both of the heirs and throw the government into anarchy and chaos. Oh, the idea was grand. It would free every elf from their strict rule and allow them to live the way they wanted. Maedra didn't dare voice an objection against this group though. Why should he? Any resistance was instantly met by a blade. He would lose his life by opening his lips. Or at least, opening them to that clan.
So, instead, he warned the heirs. They took his advice soundly, very aware of the possible threat. Everyone hated the current monarchs. They were cruel, and yet not selfish. Everything they did to make someone suffer was not for their own pleasure. The monarchs did not live above the upper class. In fact, their style was very similar to middle class citizens. But their hearts were made of stone and power ran through their veins. The heirs knew, upon hearing the news of the bounty on each of their heads, that the world would fall to chaos. They had no choice there. What they could decide, however, is whether or not they kept their lives. So they fled. To where, Maedra didn't know.
The day after news of their disappearance had spread, the assassin's met once more, some furious that they could not make the kill, but much of this was replaced with a smug confidence. Their goal had been accomplished either way. The city would burn. Darkness was in their hearts, and as Maedra sat there watching, silent, they turned into the most demonic of creatures. He didn't have a word for them, not even in elvish. They were simply black, four legged creatures with yellow eyes. He called them shadows for now. Shortly after their transformation, they attacked. They started to attack each other, but stopped, sensing his presence in the room. Then he took the clue and ran, fighting with his hand-made weapon, Satan's Fetters, burning and slashing and whipping and striking the creatures.
But they wouldn't die. They absorbed every bit of magic, and the physical attacks went straight through them. He stopped attacking, and just started backing up. And sped up as the creatures sped up. Then he bumped into a door. He was already in the forest, so a door out here was very odd, but in his current situation, he didn't question it. He went through it, only to come out to a new, very different world. Twilight Town.
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Sorry for the extended history... I wanted to be as thorough as possible. It just kept flowing from my brain through the keyboard to the screen.
EDIT:: The following edits have been made -
Ctrl+F - Find "extremely long"
Ctrl+G - Replace with "extended"
.user.information.
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Username: alex
Gender: male
Other Character(s): aleX's Chain
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.general.character.information.
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Name: Maedra Daosin (May-druh dow-sin)
Alias: None
Age: 147 (about 23 for a human)
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Alignment: Evil
Origin: Unknown (Twilight Town)
Appearance: Maedra has very pale skin, almost ghostly. It used to be a lovely cream color, but once he started delving in the dark magiks, he started to change.
His eyes became a sickly white, surrounding a sharp, blinding blue. Gaunt cheeks, a sharp chin, and thin, pointed ears, Maedra is not the most pleasant individual to look at.
He is about six and a half feet tall, which is a bit shorter than average for the rest of his race, but he makes up for it by being extremely physically fit. No body builder, Maedra doesn't have external muscle, but he has extensive stamina, allowing him to run, jump, swim or any other variety of physical activity for quite a length of time. Oddly thin for his fitness, he weighs about 50 kilograms, yet still average for an elf.
Maedra is often clothed in earth-toned fabric, perhaps a light cotton. Underneath, however, he has hardened leather armor to help lessen the majority of blows he may receive. It won't stop a claymore, but it would protect him from the quick slash of a dagger.
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Class: Mage
Weapons:
Weapon Name: Satan's Fetters
Weapon Description: Satan's Fetters is a set of two long chains with spikes welded onto the links. They are made of a carbon steel alloy, so they are light, but still very strong. The first ten inches of each isn't chain, but instead a bar of the same material, wrapped in thin leather cord to act as a handle. The last foot has 9 spliced lengths of one foot chains (to give a "cat-of-nine-tails" effect). Each chain (not including the handle) is about 7 feet long.
Drawing coming soon.
Unique Notes: The chains are most often used as whips, to take full advantage of the nine ends, but Maedra can channel bursts of fiery energy into them to make certain portions of it rigid.
Also, Maedra crafted the weapons himself.
Abilities:
Base Ability: Fire
Sub Abilities:
Devil's Embrace: Tremors surge through the ground towards where the enemy/enemies is/are standing. It breaks up the ground with a 15 foot radius around a point set by Maedra. Fire shoots up through these cracks, as if from hell itself, and scorches anything within that 30 foot circle.
Lick of the Flame: Fire shoots through Satan's Fetters when it is snapped and tongues of flame attack the enemy, causing fire damage (separate from damage done by the chain itself).
Ring of Fire: Maedra calls a circle of flame to surround himself, blocking any magical attack. These rings then duplicate and shift slightly, then duplicate again, until Maedra is surrounded by flame above, below, and around: a sphere with a diameter of about 3 metres. The flames are thick, so it's impossible to see through (both for Maedra as well as enemies). Lasts one round.
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History: Maedra had a secret. He was involved in so many guilds and clans and courts that he lost count. But he was very good at not letting them mix. In fact, he was a spy for some of them. A double agent for others. But he didn't care. He got paid well. Very well, in fact. But being involved in all of these groups, he couldn't help but finding out things. Dirty little secrets that everyone had. But these secrets were tied together.
The elven government is more or less a monarchy. It has a king and queen with two heirs. One male, one female. The relationship between the king and queen was usually this sibling bond, but every now and then, when one of the heirs died or disappeared or abdicated or became unable to serve for some reason or another, the living heir took a spouse when they took the throne. The spouses of the king and queen, in the case of a sibling bond, were the two heads of the two councils.
A council of mages and a council of guards. Really, both councils acted as guards. One knew defensive magic (shields, healing, and status ailment/curing magic, mostly), the other was made up of practiced archers and swordsmen. The councils don't have any official say in political matters, but the monarchs often go them for advice. Each is made up of six members, hand selected by the leaders of the council. The identities of these members was kept secret from everyone except for the those in the council. Sometimes, even the monarchs didn't know who was part of the council. This secrecy was used to prevent a political take over by the general populace by assassinating the members of the councils.
Maedra just happened to be part of both councils. The council of guards was fairly neutral right now, as there wasn't anything politically pressing. Things were running as smoothly and efficiently as they could. Or they were as far as the guards knew.
The mage council was a different story. Despite their lack of true proficiency in arms (other than self-taught, or elder-taught), the council wanted blood. And they wanted it badly. The queen had been so bold as to suggest a tithe. Not the normal one tenth of one's pay tithe. This tithe was brutal and used to keep the people in check. Every ten years, according to her suggestion, the ten total members of both councils (not counting the two members who happen to be the spouses of the monarchs) would be sacrificed in front of the people as a reminder that the king and queen had total and absolute power and weren't afraid to exercise that power. But since this was the queen's idea, the only people that knew about it at the time were her husband (naturally), and the members of his council - the mages. Upon hearing this suggestion, the entire council raised their concern, calling for the blood of the queen. Even her husband was in agreement. But Maedra was not. And for this he was cast out of the council.
However, he felt a sense of loyalty to the monarchs still. So, to stop the bloodthirsty mages, he decided to teach himself a new kind of magic. Dark magic that very, very few elves knew. It was a societal faux pas in the greatest sense to know dark magic. And it wasn't like you could pretend like you didn't know it, either. It was clearly visible. The magic changed you. Your body, your mind, even your soul, some went as far as to assume. But this dark magic was the only way that he could stop the mages. As he learned this magic, he crafted himself a weapon of chain. Unique and deadly. Hopefully it would be enough to stop them.
Being a part of a band of assassins, Maedra also heard whisper of another plot. One to kill both of the heirs and throw the government into anarchy and chaos. Oh, the idea was grand. It would free every elf from their strict rule and allow them to live the way they wanted. Maedra didn't dare voice an objection against this group though. Why should he? Any resistance was instantly met by a blade. He would lose his life by opening his lips. Or at least, opening them to that clan.
So, instead, he warned the heirs. They took his advice soundly, very aware of the possible threat. Everyone hated the current monarchs. They were cruel, and yet not selfish. Everything they did to make someone suffer was not for their own pleasure. The monarchs did not live above the upper class. In fact, their style was very similar to middle class citizens. But their hearts were made of stone and power ran through their veins. The heirs knew, upon hearing the news of the bounty on each of their heads, that the world would fall to chaos. They had no choice there. What they could decide, however, is whether or not they kept their lives. So they fled. To where, Maedra didn't know.
The day after news of their disappearance had spread, the assassin's met once more, some furious that they could not make the kill, but much of this was replaced with a smug confidence. Their goal had been accomplished either way. The city would burn. Darkness was in their hearts, and as Maedra sat there watching, silent, they turned into the most demonic of creatures. He didn't have a word for them, not even in elvish. They were simply black, four legged creatures with yellow eyes. He called them shadows for now. Shortly after their transformation, they attacked. They started to attack each other, but stopped, sensing his presence in the room. Then he took the clue and ran, fighting with his hand-made weapon, Satan's Fetters, burning and slashing and whipping and striking the creatures.
But they wouldn't die. They absorbed every bit of magic, and the physical attacks went straight through them. He stopped attacking, and just started backing up. And sped up as the creatures sped up. Then he bumped into a door. He was already in the forest, so a door out here was very odd, but in his current situation, he didn't question it. He went through it, only to come out to a new, very different world. Twilight Town.
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Sorry for the extended history... I wanted to be as thorough as possible. It just kept flowing from my brain through the keyboard to the screen.
EDIT:: The following edits have been made -
Ctrl+F - Find "extremely long"
Ctrl+G - Replace with "extended"
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao