Post by Tismri on Mar 3, 2010 17:43:12 GMT -5
Last character for this burst of creativity...or at least I think so. lol
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Daemon
Character's age: 19
Character's attitude: Daemon is a rather loud fellow. He's not afraid to let his opinion be known and has often gotten into trouble for it. He'll fight for his friends to the death and is loyal. If he's having a disagreement, he'll easily lay that difference aside for the moment and help his comrades. However, he won't stand for anyone disrespecting magic or fellow magicians. He still loves his twin sister, Saenon, but knows he can't see or speak with her anymore.
Character's Race: human
Character's appearance: Daemon has blue eyes and long blonde hair, half of which is pulled up in a ponytail. His long bangs tend to cover his left eye. He wears a sky blue shirt and medium-gray pants. In winter, or when he travels, he'll wear a long black cloak that's outlined inside with red. He appears young and innocent, but he can be a deadly fighter and magician.
This is his innocent look.
And this is him being a bit more devious, such as when he's about to watch his magic work.
In contrast to the apparently flawless skin on his arms and face, his chest and back are covered with hundreds of scars in all shapes, sizes, and colors, all of which he received during his training with the Black Hand. Many of them are from experimenting with new spells. Others are from fights he'd gotten into with the other kids of the organization. The two that stand out the most are one that extends from the middle of his chest and wraps around to this lower back that, in the sunlight, glitters with colors from crystals permenantly embedded in there and often cause him discomfort; the other is a scar directly over his heart, from a time when he was stabbed and, were it not for the quick action of the healers, he would have died from the attack. The damage to his heart was healed, but it's still very delicate. There are also many burns, brands, and other marks showing his many different mishaps and confrontations, such as scars along his sides from when he'd broken his entire rib cage after being thrown off a rooftop. The reason he has so many scars is because the Black Hand would only heal what they had to in order to keep him functioning.
He hides all these scars from his new comrades in Du Vrangr Gata and the Varden. They are unpleasant reminders of what he had been and he would just as soon forget them.
Character's allegiance: Varden, Du Vrangr Gata (my first affiliated with this organization! Amazing!)
Weapons: He can use a sword, bow, spear, and has been trained in many other weapons. He doesn't regard his magic as a weapon, though he uses it as such for both offense and defense. He thinks of it more as an art form.
Other Info: Until he was about fifteen, he had been raised by the Black Hand, but later defected to the Varden. He has an older twin sister who is still a member of the Black Hand. He has a sickening fear of heights and dragon rides, as both remind him of being thrown off a building when he was a kid.
History: Daemon was born an orphaned twin in Uru'baen. No one knows who his and Saenon's father is. His mother was a key member of Galbatorix's magicians. As such, these magicians, later to be known as the Black Hand, raised themm and taught them magic. By the time he was ten Daemon found he could make elegant and beautiful pieces of magic, which were also just as deadly as they were lovely. This made him perhaps one of the most dangerous magicians, for his enemies could hardly believe something so beautiful could be destructive.
It was also during this time that he started to begin thinking and seeing things for himself, and he started to see through the lies and propaganda that his superiors were teaching him. He could see that Galbatorix was a cruel master, though he was not fully convinced that the Varden were right.
Growing up in the Black Hand also had many other problems. There were a few other children being raised by the magicians, and they were all taught to rival each other. This resulted in numerous fights, often encouraged by their respective masters, and many times turned almost deadly. One such time, when Daemon was about eight years old, another boy, who was almost thirteen, stabbed him in the heart. Luckly for him, Saenon, who was an expert healer, was close at hand and was able to repair the damage and heal him to a certain extent. Another time, when he was only five, his own master became angry with him and threw him off the rooftop they were training on. When he landed on the ground, his rib cage took the burnt of the blow and every one of the ribs snapped like twigs, sticking grossly out of his sides.
Daemon also had quite a few mishaps with creating new spells. While he was still learning how to crystalize stone, the rock in his hand exploded, tiny shards ripping in a line down his chest, and, as he tried to turn away from the explosion, down to his back. He never was able to get all the shards out of his body, so in light that scar appears to sparkle with many different colors. Whenever anything presses against the scar it feels like thousands of pins are stabbing into him, and he's constantly in discomfort from it.
When he was fifteen he was sent on a mission with a few other Black Hand members. The mission took them into Varden territory. The mission failed and he and his teammates were captured. One of them killed himself before the Varden could question him, and the other angrily refused to say anything. Daemon feared for his life and answered the questions aimed at him. His teammate called him a traitor, and for a long time Daemon felt guilty for that. But he requested to join the Varden. They agreed, but also kept him under close watch for a long time, seeing if he would turn on them. He hasn't, but a few of the older members who watched him perform his magic and remember tales of what he'd done on earlier missions for the Black Hand still distrust him.
He quickly joined Du Vrangr Gata and continued his work on magic. He has many friends among the magicians, though he often gets into arguments with them other the concepts of magic, as some believe it is merely a tool used to gain advantage in battle. This goes completely against his belief that magic is artistic and can be used for simple pleasure.
Daemon hides the evidance of his abuse in the Black Hand from Du Vrangr Gata. No one has ever really asked about his life in the Empire, and he's never brought it up. No one knows anything about his scars, and other than his chest and back there's nothing to show for them.
Role Play Sample: Daemon sat out in a field outside the Varden camp. He'd come here to be alone, having frustrated himself getting into another argument. Why was it that they simply refused to see the delicate beauty that magic held? Beauty that was so fragile, lasted only for a second, but was all the more beautiful for its short term.
He stared out at the line of bright flowers he'd caused to grow. They would die before the sun had set, and if they were stepped on, they would instantly wilt and release a poisonous gas in the air. Off to his left, he caused the sunlight to refract into every color of the rainbow. It was lovely, but everywhere the refracted light touched, the grass was burning.
So beautiful. So deadly. So artistic.
Daemon sighed and left his creations. The others refused to understand. It was the same with the Black Hand. But at least he felt more like he belonged here.
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Daemon
Character's age: 19
Character's attitude: Daemon is a rather loud fellow. He's not afraid to let his opinion be known and has often gotten into trouble for it. He'll fight for his friends to the death and is loyal. If he's having a disagreement, he'll easily lay that difference aside for the moment and help his comrades. However, he won't stand for anyone disrespecting magic or fellow magicians. He still loves his twin sister, Saenon, but knows he can't see or speak with her anymore.
Character's Race: human
Character's appearance: Daemon has blue eyes and long blonde hair, half of which is pulled up in a ponytail. His long bangs tend to cover his left eye. He wears a sky blue shirt and medium-gray pants. In winter, or when he travels, he'll wear a long black cloak that's outlined inside with red. He appears young and innocent, but he can be a deadly fighter and magician.
This is his innocent look.
And this is him being a bit more devious, such as when he's about to watch his magic work.
In contrast to the apparently flawless skin on his arms and face, his chest and back are covered with hundreds of scars in all shapes, sizes, and colors, all of which he received during his training with the Black Hand. Many of them are from experimenting with new spells. Others are from fights he'd gotten into with the other kids of the organization. The two that stand out the most are one that extends from the middle of his chest and wraps around to this lower back that, in the sunlight, glitters with colors from crystals permenantly embedded in there and often cause him discomfort; the other is a scar directly over his heart, from a time when he was stabbed and, were it not for the quick action of the healers, he would have died from the attack. The damage to his heart was healed, but it's still very delicate. There are also many burns, brands, and other marks showing his many different mishaps and confrontations, such as scars along his sides from when he'd broken his entire rib cage after being thrown off a rooftop. The reason he has so many scars is because the Black Hand would only heal what they had to in order to keep him functioning.
He hides all these scars from his new comrades in Du Vrangr Gata and the Varden. They are unpleasant reminders of what he had been and he would just as soon forget them.
Character's allegiance: Varden, Du Vrangr Gata (my first affiliated with this organization! Amazing!)
Weapons: He can use a sword, bow, spear, and has been trained in many other weapons. He doesn't regard his magic as a weapon, though he uses it as such for both offense and defense. He thinks of it more as an art form.
Other Info: Until he was about fifteen, he had been raised by the Black Hand, but later defected to the Varden. He has an older twin sister who is still a member of the Black Hand. He has a sickening fear of heights and dragon rides, as both remind him of being thrown off a building when he was a kid.
History: Daemon was born an orphaned twin in Uru'baen. No one knows who his and Saenon's father is. His mother was a key member of Galbatorix's magicians. As such, these magicians, later to be known as the Black Hand, raised themm and taught them magic. By the time he was ten Daemon found he could make elegant and beautiful pieces of magic, which were also just as deadly as they were lovely. This made him perhaps one of the most dangerous magicians, for his enemies could hardly believe something so beautiful could be destructive.
It was also during this time that he started to begin thinking and seeing things for himself, and he started to see through the lies and propaganda that his superiors were teaching him. He could see that Galbatorix was a cruel master, though he was not fully convinced that the Varden were right.
Growing up in the Black Hand also had many other problems. There were a few other children being raised by the magicians, and they were all taught to rival each other. This resulted in numerous fights, often encouraged by their respective masters, and many times turned almost deadly. One such time, when Daemon was about eight years old, another boy, who was almost thirteen, stabbed him in the heart. Luckly for him, Saenon, who was an expert healer, was close at hand and was able to repair the damage and heal him to a certain extent. Another time, when he was only five, his own master became angry with him and threw him off the rooftop they were training on. When he landed on the ground, his rib cage took the burnt of the blow and every one of the ribs snapped like twigs, sticking grossly out of his sides.
Daemon also had quite a few mishaps with creating new spells. While he was still learning how to crystalize stone, the rock in his hand exploded, tiny shards ripping in a line down his chest, and, as he tried to turn away from the explosion, down to his back. He never was able to get all the shards out of his body, so in light that scar appears to sparkle with many different colors. Whenever anything presses against the scar it feels like thousands of pins are stabbing into him, and he's constantly in discomfort from it.
When he was fifteen he was sent on a mission with a few other Black Hand members. The mission took them into Varden territory. The mission failed and he and his teammates were captured. One of them killed himself before the Varden could question him, and the other angrily refused to say anything. Daemon feared for his life and answered the questions aimed at him. His teammate called him a traitor, and for a long time Daemon felt guilty for that. But he requested to join the Varden. They agreed, but also kept him under close watch for a long time, seeing if he would turn on them. He hasn't, but a few of the older members who watched him perform his magic and remember tales of what he'd done on earlier missions for the Black Hand still distrust him.
He quickly joined Du Vrangr Gata and continued his work on magic. He has many friends among the magicians, though he often gets into arguments with them other the concepts of magic, as some believe it is merely a tool used to gain advantage in battle. This goes completely against his belief that magic is artistic and can be used for simple pleasure.
Daemon hides the evidance of his abuse in the Black Hand from Du Vrangr Gata. No one has ever really asked about his life in the Empire, and he's never brought it up. No one knows anything about his scars, and other than his chest and back there's nothing to show for them.
Role Play Sample: Daemon sat out in a field outside the Varden camp. He'd come here to be alone, having frustrated himself getting into another argument. Why was it that they simply refused to see the delicate beauty that magic held? Beauty that was so fragile, lasted only for a second, but was all the more beautiful for its short term.
He stared out at the line of bright flowers he'd caused to grow. They would die before the sun had set, and if they were stepped on, they would instantly wilt and release a poisonous gas in the air. Off to his left, he caused the sunlight to refract into every color of the rainbow. It was lovely, but everywhere the refracted light touched, the grass was burning.
So beautiful. So deadly. So artistic.
Daemon sighed and left his creations. The others refused to understand. It was the same with the Black Hand. But at least he felt more like he belonged here.
