Post by fluttershy on Mar 16, 2013 2:56:23 GMT -5
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Fluttershy
Character's name:
Keter Joshua Ardent
Character's age:
29
Persona:
Keter is a boy at heart with the weight of the world hanging on his shoulders, an over belligerent dragon Keter could sometimes be considered a slave to its will. Though little is further from the truth. Tired, and eternally anxious he is prone to self harm and is generally chronically depressed or overwhelmed by guilt and greed at the deeds he has been subjected to.
Keter hates conflict, though is often forced against it, as well as death, pain, suffering and what makes this current world a cruel and inhospitable place. He longs to right the wrongs of the world, but often feels like he is the only one fighting a war on his own against unattainable odds.
Keter enjoys his time without his dragon, often finding excuses to send him away on whatever mission he sees fit. Peace and serenity calm him to the point of often breaking into unrelenting tears and seeking refuge in whatever arms will bare the shame of holding him.
Character's Race:
Human
Character's appearance:
Keter is a young male though his quite bright light brown hair is often dirty and filled with ashe and soot colouring it black, clinging to itself in forming long bags which often hang around his face often covering his eyes and falling down to the base of his neck at the back.
He wears hardened leather skinned from his dragon over most of his body. It is thick, fire resistant and sturdy. Wearing it in a long dark rawhide coat with a shield on his back a steel plate covering his heart, imbued with elvish symbols, which afford no real protection.
Character's Allegiance:
Many people are neutral in the sense they attempt to avoid war, though on the contrary, Keter supports the side of good. Though is often forced to fight against it at the will of Thamiel. Often choosing to aid evil in minor skirmishes, until he has the opportunity to perform few deeds of great good.
Equipment:
Keter's Lance: Kira
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What better weapon is there to battle dragons, than a lance?
Keter's lance is special to him. Named after his mother whom was killed by Thamiel recently after the dragon was overcome by foul spirits. The blade's steel darkened to a midnight blue, red cracks running through it. The weapon is his Rider's blade, and thus elven made, its cracks do little to its functionality, the blades on either side sharp, with lethal points.
Steel Shield
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Keter's shield is imbues with some magic, though little. It is often worn on his back for further protection and seldom used in battle. The effects on the shield do nothing more than making the light shield more durable. Behind the shield at its stringest point, sits a spectacular gem. the Eldunarí of his former dragon.
Sidearm:
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A one sided sword often sheathed at his side. The weapon is well made though otherwise unspectacular.
Other Info:
A semi-skilled sorcerer, with a touch of inherent talent. Keter is somewhat of an all rounder in a fight. Okay at magic, okay in combat, and okay when it comes to tactics. Though excelling in nothing.
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Character's name:
Thamiel
Character's age:
900
Character's attitude:
Dark, brooding and murderous. Thamiel is a draconic shade, and loves the form he had come into, short of a single anchor, its rider. The spirits who had taken residence in the dragon thought themselves powerful enough to override the sacred bond of life they share... They were wrong.
Infuriated, Thamiel does whatever he can to overpower his rider and dominate his mind through threats and physical violence. But agonises at the rider's capability of suicide.
Prideful at his capabilities, Thamiel sees himself as the worlds' most powerful dragon. Though his form is young, his power grows with each day pinch by pinch. The body of the dragon proving an excellent channel for it's power.
Character's Race:
Dragon-Shade
Character's appearance:
Once a spectacular midnight blue dragon, the blue dimmes to shades of ash, while the blacks became oil'like. veins of shimmering red running over the dragon in arcane symbols custom for a shade, compiling to what can only be described as a single, solitary eye. The heart of the dragon's power.
Character's allegiance:
Shades
Weapons:
Thamiel has all of the natural traits of a dragon, large Carnivorous Teeth, Sharp Claws, Strong whiplike tail, & Batlike claws at the apex of its wings, though he is smaller than most dragons, Thamiels true power comes from its magic.
Powerful in the dark arts Thamiel is capable of great feats of dark magic. Supported by superior size to most shades, he still has the same weaknesses.
Other Info:
Thamiel has the weaknesses and strengths of a shade in dragon form. Meaning penetrating the heart kills Thamiel instantly, though he is very hard to kill by other means. But also being bound to the weaknesses of a dragon rider, poses a greater threat, meaning he will die if Keter dies. As he does not have the power needed to break the bond.
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History:
The story of the pair is a tragedy, like most of the world Keter befell harsh times in this era of great strife...
From a Young age Keter lived in a household comprised of his Mother and Father, Himself and his younger sister Elaine. Living in the forest of the Silverthorn woods. Born into magic, as a magician, much like his own parents he was born into a live of hard work. His sister however, like her father held no particular magical talent.
As an aspiring young lad, he was gifted the opportunity to learn a trade from his father, a jack of many trades, as he studied magic and the nature of spirits under his mother in his spare time... Taking to the arts of Smithery, his father began to raise him as a young man of craft, and solid, honest work. Loving every second of the bonding time they spent moulding iron, brass and steel. Keter never thought anything about the marking on the hand of his father, a curved burn of admittedly strange shape. Though he thought nothing of it at the time.
Years passed, and Keter, like any young boy who got to make REAL swords, fought with his father often. Generally using a large poll or stave, an art of his mother, no less. Never beating his father of course, he often landed hard on his ass laughing. His father making him work hard to attempt to land a hit, though any Keter seemed to make in jest, caused his father to become serious and in seconds Keter would find himself surrendering to his father's twin blades.
It was a night in Autumn Keter found his egg, A brilliant dark blue, bought to his parents by another rider seeking its master the egg responded. It was that night his parents told him an old story. About how they met, sorceress and Dragon rider, fighting together. Their father's dragon, a creature of deep earthy colours fell in battle, a great sadness they consoled in each other, and fell in love.
His father, produced what seemed to be two broken blades which came to wicked points. Explaining how his riders blade and broken in twine against another rider's. But they could be his now, and that he was proud of his son. His father cried, not in sorrow but joy, as he could not reforge the sacred steel, he could adapt it to his son, with all of his experience over many long years his greatest work, was editing another crafts mans for his son.
Two more years past, and Keter's father fell desperately ill. A magical sickness which their mother's natural talent could not heal, even with Keter at her side. So she turned to the spirits, summon after summon, each stronger than the last, until by her husbands deathbed she took a gamble out of grief and desperation, and something a Being known as Thamiel...
Thamiel did not heal her husband, but turned its malice on the family. Keter entered the room and witnessed the devastating mistake... the spirit saw a dragon rider and young sorcerer, and an opportunity. Rushing to possess him Keter's dragon leapt to his aid at a young age. Fending off its advance and coming to a standstill, meeting the spirits power hungry nature, it offered itself up as a vessel to save its rider... a rare opportunity, one Thamiel's pride could not resist. And so He possessed the young draconian. Warping its body, and growing in strength.
As their psychi fought to maintain control, his dragon spat out its Eldunarí, which Keter swooped up, hiding it from view quickly as the fight for control ended instantly. Thamiels first task in its new host, after letting another spirit in, was to destroy Keter. Devastated to discover the bond between rider and dragon were still strong... turning on his family in anger... Keter watched helplessly as they were set ablaze by black flame.
Taking to the road, forever hiding the Eldunarí of his dragon from the senses of Thamiel with his own magic, Keter seeks freedom and the undoing of his curse, but the quest is overbeared by a great danger. Should Thamiel discover his plans, become too much trouble, or should Keter come too close to succeeding, Thamiel would attempt to kill Keter with all its power out of spite, which would, in turn end his dragon.
Role Play Sample:
Keter bounded through the brush of the Silverwood with all the speed his legs could carry, he could hear the enemy coming up from behind. "The Elves are here!? HOW!? " crossed his mind violently as he leapt over a protruding root. Landing and rolling so to maintain his speed, Thamiel rocketed overhead, roaring loudly and crashing through the overgrowth. To collide with a soldier on the ground, crushing him.
"Thamiel, KILL THEM..! Boetk istalrí!!!"
Fire exploded from Keter's fingers erupting a wall of flames behind him in an attempt to seal his escape. The toll of his magic was minimal, his own natural talent and talent of his bloodline was not too weak. Drawing his spear he continued to run from the location of the Elven village in the heart of Silverwood Forest.
It was not long before he realised was trapped.
Keter stopped for but a moment, as an arrow cascaded through the air toward him. Turning and lowering his head he felt the impact knock off the kite shield fastened to his back. Following through with his rotation, and with great force he hurled his spear. Thamiel's eye glowing brightly as the blades irradiated with dark supernatural power. On impact, the blade detonated with arcane force, as shrapnel and enemies alike were blasted aside.
Looking to Thamiel, Keter nodded, though guilt welled up in his chest. Running through the shattered attempt at a garrison. Scooping up his undamaged lance and carrying on to freedom, while what remained of his captors recovered. It had been a tough day, but it seemed his repution as the owner of the winged shade had finally caught up to him...
"So much for home That route... well... we seek sanctuary from the elves... they watched us enough, lets get out of here..." Keter spoke softly, in a low depressed tone, sheathing his blade and lowering his pace to a quick stride north. Where the life filled trees began to look more dead, the leaves seldom on their branches scattering the floor.
"You;re guilt for the loss of their lives is pitiful..." The dark dragon spoke, its voice echoing in his mind like lightning coursed words.
"Why would I, the only fight for the life of this earth? Nothing can be done about it, after all. Look we're here..." Eli saw the lanterns of a border settlement. Picking up his pace to a stumbling jog, using his lance as a walking stick.
"Such a strange human you are... So much power at your fingertips, yet you do not let it out. Humans were born to control the world around you, and we to control you... you deny your nature... a dangerous path... heheheh, We leave in two days, I shall scout, and rest. Be ready, Keter..."