Post by atrum on Jul 18, 2007 14:40:46 GMT -5
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General Character Information
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Character Name: Atrum Luneth
Character Age: 28
Character Gender: Male
Character Race: Human
Character Position: Evil
Character Personality: Very calm and dedicated, once set upon a certain path it will take allot to deter Atrum from his iron-hard resolve. He thirsts for two things, knowledge which he can use to reach his other goal of ultimate power.
Atrum has few friends, those who know him well enough to claim such a thing often just being a pawn in his games of manipulation. Some may call him a saddest, as he often enjoys watching the suffering of pain of others almost as much as a well written poem.
Atrum only fears one thing, his quest for power all for the key to stop the cold embrace of death. Atrum has no belief of an afterlife in a utopia, much preferring to keep his eyes and mind on reality.
Character's Appearance: img520.imageshack.us/img520/9859/atrumiy9.jpg
Rarely showing his face, Atrum chooses to remain hidden behind a mask of smoke-like shadows. Underneath his illusion is the face of what most would think belonged to a peaceful and possibly quite handsome man, though this facade never lasts long, his true motives and intentions forcing most to discard any positive opinions about him.
Arum's dark hazel hair covers his eyes, which oddly seem to change between a pale grey and black. He stands considerably tall is quite well built tough his skin is white and placid as he barely shows his face. A large tattoo of a Raven covers his back though few have ever seen it.
Atrum's preferred choice of clothing is a long, dark cloak and a hood which he often uses to remain hidden. Underneath is a black and red sleeveless shirt. In battles of a higher magnitude than just a common brawl Atrum prefers to wear a set of dark leather armor.
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Battle Information
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Weapon Appearance: img112.imageshack.us/img112/1840/rpswordzg7.png
Atrum uses a weapon he himself forged out of darkness. He can call or dismiss the blade at will.
Abilities: Dark Orb - Possibly one of Atrum's most used and favored abilities, calling to the shadows he can summon these projectile orbs, which, on command, will collide with Atrum's designated target.
Dark Illusion - With this Atrum can disguise himself as a shadow though anyone with a keen eye could spot him if they looked hard enough. He often uses this to stalk his enemies unnoticed. It is also with this ability that he masks his face and with that, his identity.
Shadowmancer - With this Atrum can control the darkness itself. In theory he could even blot out the sun itself though the energy needed could cause certain repercussions, namely death. He often uses this as a scare tactic more than anything else, panicking his foes by consuming them. Of course, in broad daylight this isn't much use due to the cost on his own life energy, but in a cave or in the evening he can quickly envelop anything in shadows with minimal effort.
Additional Abilities: [Abilities that you have bought/earned. This section is ONLY to be touched by staff upon you buying/earning an Additional Ability.]
Dark Shield: Atrum calls a wall of darkness to defend him from opponents attacks. A strong attack could easily break through this, though in the time it would take to do such a thing Atrum could slip away relatively unharmed. (Cool down 3 posts)
Special Abilities: [Abilities that do not count toward your maximum total amount of Abilities. This section is only to be touched by staff.]
Items: [Items you have bought/earned. This section is only to be touched by staff.]
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Character History
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Atrum was raised by his mother, Sarah, his father long gone. He lived a relatively normal life, as normal as could be with only one parent. He went out with friends and went to school the same as any other child. He was always eager to learn, no matter the subject, but his true passion was for poetry and in his spare time, that was often what he could be found doing.
He finished school, still following his dream of being a poet, though still he remained with his mother. He could not leave her alone, could not abandon her, not leave her alone. He returned home one day, expecting a joyful greeting from his mother. The greeting was certainly not what he had imagined. The house was practically bare, all things of value stripped from his home. The worst of it all was the body of his mother, pale and lifeless, sprawled across the floor. He was torn with grief, the last of his family had finally faded, he was alone. Gathering up his few possessions that remained and the munny he could gather he left, departing on the first ship that could lead him away. It was on that day that seeds of his madness were first sown.
Eventually his funds ran out, his lonely wanderings of the world coming to halt. The time where he had cared for the feelings and well-being of other were over, he would steal or kill, do what was necessary for him to get by. It was during this time that he became entranced by the supposed "beauty" of darkness and shadows. He learned the arts of controlling them, which inhabitants of many worlds refer to as the arts of a Shadowmancer. The time had finnaly came, after all the years the seeds had of madness had bloomed and they were terrible and thorned.
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Other
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Well this profile has been used before by me (On the old KHRPF). I decided to use it here again they I've edited it allot to fit in with the new rules. A slight note on my character, he likes roses xD.
General Character Information
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Character Name: Atrum Luneth
Character Age: 28
Character Gender: Male
Character Race: Human
Character Position: Evil
Character Personality: Very calm and dedicated, once set upon a certain path it will take allot to deter Atrum from his iron-hard resolve. He thirsts for two things, knowledge which he can use to reach his other goal of ultimate power.
Atrum has few friends, those who know him well enough to claim such a thing often just being a pawn in his games of manipulation. Some may call him a saddest, as he often enjoys watching the suffering of pain of others almost as much as a well written poem.
Atrum only fears one thing, his quest for power all for the key to stop the cold embrace of death. Atrum has no belief of an afterlife in a utopia, much preferring to keep his eyes and mind on reality.
Character's Appearance: img520.imageshack.us/img520/9859/atrumiy9.jpg
Rarely showing his face, Atrum chooses to remain hidden behind a mask of smoke-like shadows. Underneath his illusion is the face of what most would think belonged to a peaceful and possibly quite handsome man, though this facade never lasts long, his true motives and intentions forcing most to discard any positive opinions about him.
Arum's dark hazel hair covers his eyes, which oddly seem to change between a pale grey and black. He stands considerably tall is quite well built tough his skin is white and placid as he barely shows his face. A large tattoo of a Raven covers his back though few have ever seen it.
Atrum's preferred choice of clothing is a long, dark cloak and a hood which he often uses to remain hidden. Underneath is a black and red sleeveless shirt. In battles of a higher magnitude than just a common brawl Atrum prefers to wear a set of dark leather armor.
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Battle Information
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Weapon Appearance: img112.imageshack.us/img112/1840/rpswordzg7.png
Atrum uses a weapon he himself forged out of darkness. He can call or dismiss the blade at will.
Abilities: Dark Orb - Possibly one of Atrum's most used and favored abilities, calling to the shadows he can summon these projectile orbs, which, on command, will collide with Atrum's designated target.
Dark Illusion - With this Atrum can disguise himself as a shadow though anyone with a keen eye could spot him if they looked hard enough. He often uses this to stalk his enemies unnoticed. It is also with this ability that he masks his face and with that, his identity.
Shadowmancer - With this Atrum can control the darkness itself. In theory he could even blot out the sun itself though the energy needed could cause certain repercussions, namely death. He often uses this as a scare tactic more than anything else, panicking his foes by consuming them. Of course, in broad daylight this isn't much use due to the cost on his own life energy, but in a cave or in the evening he can quickly envelop anything in shadows with minimal effort.
Additional Abilities: [Abilities that you have bought/earned. This section is ONLY to be touched by staff upon you buying/earning an Additional Ability.]
Dark Shield: Atrum calls a wall of darkness to defend him from opponents attacks. A strong attack could easily break through this, though in the time it would take to do such a thing Atrum could slip away relatively unharmed. (Cool down 3 posts)
Special Abilities: [Abilities that do not count toward your maximum total amount of Abilities. This section is only to be touched by staff.]
Items: [Items you have bought/earned. This section is only to be touched by staff.]
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Character History
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Atrum was raised by his mother, Sarah, his father long gone. He lived a relatively normal life, as normal as could be with only one parent. He went out with friends and went to school the same as any other child. He was always eager to learn, no matter the subject, but his true passion was for poetry and in his spare time, that was often what he could be found doing.
He finished school, still following his dream of being a poet, though still he remained with his mother. He could not leave her alone, could not abandon her, not leave her alone. He returned home one day, expecting a joyful greeting from his mother. The greeting was certainly not what he had imagined. The house was practically bare, all things of value stripped from his home. The worst of it all was the body of his mother, pale and lifeless, sprawled across the floor. He was torn with grief, the last of his family had finally faded, he was alone. Gathering up his few possessions that remained and the munny he could gather he left, departing on the first ship that could lead him away. It was on that day that seeds of his madness were first sown.
Eventually his funds ran out, his lonely wanderings of the world coming to halt. The time where he had cared for the feelings and well-being of other were over, he would steal or kill, do what was necessary for him to get by. It was during this time that he became entranced by the supposed "beauty" of darkness and shadows. He learned the arts of controlling them, which inhabitants of many worlds refer to as the arts of a Shadowmancer. The time had finnaly came, after all the years the seeds had of madness had bloomed and they were terrible and thorned.
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Other
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Well this profile has been used before by me (On the old KHRPF). I decided to use it here again they I've edited it allot to fit in with the new rules. A slight note on my character, he likes roses xD.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao