Post by Rainbow Dash on Jan 1, 2012 20:14:08 GMT -5
Username: Jamesshyvur
Character: Mammon (this is an alias, true name remains unknown.)
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 859
Height: 6'5
Weight: 247 lbs
Hair: White, Mammon like many elves as long flowing locks of hair that fall well past his shoulders.
Eyes: Grey, due to the prolonged corruptive effects of Dark Magic, Mammon has lost his original eye color.
Distinguishing Marks: Mammon's skin holds slim to no color (rumored to be another effect of dark magic.)
Armor:
Mammon wears an ancient set of armor given to him as a young Rider centuries ago. This armor was crafted from a lightweight, yet durable alloy and was further enhanced by protection wards from both the smith and himself.
Weapons:
Freohr - Death
Freohr is Mammon's Rider blade, it matches the color of his massive dragon Baal. The white blade is kissed with random streaks of a deep rust coloration. Freohr's pommel stone also contains a large piece of Mammon's fractured soul, making this blade Mammon's most prized possession.
Combat Forms:
Mid-Guard:
The most balanced of all sword forms, this form allows the user to strike precisely and react quickly due to the ready position of the blade.
High Guard:
A more aggressive sword stance, allows for quick and brutal strikes from above, commonly used on dragon back.
Personality:
While Mammon has been known for open acts of seemingly unprovoked aggression in the past, he has recently began to value manipulation and deceit over brutal force. His "silver tongue" allows him to catch the ear of many high ranking officials and if they do not pay close attention to his words be led astray. This combined with his massive intellect make Mammon an excellent schemer, as he plots various events against whomever opposes him.
Mammon has the personality to charm a bird from a tree, he is capable of making "friends" easily. In reality however, these "friends" are merely pawns to him, for he never is friendly towards another being without some reason that would aid in reaching his own goals.
Mammon is highly sexual, he uses his attractive appearance, charm, and intellect to attract maidens to his bedroom with false whispers of an unrequited, eternal love.
Mammon is power hungry, he uses all of his skills to gain power over others whither through black mail, manipulation, or brute force. His desire and ultimate goal is to rule over every living being as a Godlike deity.
Mammon:
Death? You know nothing of death, or loss, or bitterness, or of darkness, you are just as misguided as the flocks that follow that foolish boy Eragon. I am Mammon, a being of purpose, the wielder of Freohr, the Rider of Baal, the Master of Dark Magic. Once the true king of this land fell I returned to my seclusion, deepening my knowledge of Darker Arcane arts, furthering my connection to this usually untapped well of power.
In my nightmares I see a different version of myself, a selfless creature, a patient teacher, a being that thwarted darkness with it's own flickering flames. Thankfully these horrendous nightmares fade from reality when I open my eyes, leaving only my true self to bask in my near complete solitude.
But as every being has I too have a past, a place from which I was birthed, a story to tell which winds intricately into a time few can claim to remember. I was born into a small elven village, to a relatively young elven couple, I was the younger of a pair of screaming elven twins, a rarity amongst my people. I was raised as any elf was, to respect nature, to cherish life and the magic that flowed through it, I was untouched by the wondrous corruptive properties of Dark Magic, that was until I became a Dragon Rider.
I personally blame my foolish Master, Jaygon the Wise, he bestowed upon my clean soul a ring of unimaginable power, and taught me the darkest of secrets, the most foul of spells, to this day I am at a loss for his reasons. As I grew in age as did my knowledge, as did my strength, as did my understanding that these Riders were filled with nothing but folly, so I left them, in pursuit of a greater calling, one that cost me so much.
For decades I studied in peace, learning more about this arcane art, a vain attempt to quench a thirst that was eternal, a hunger for a greater power, immortality. When I speak of immortality I don't mean the cheap parlor tricks that I use, soul binding or illusions, I mean the ability to withstand anything, to survive all things that opposed me, it was a goal I never achieved and likely never will.
Jaygon with the aid of my twin sister ripped that possibility from my hands, and tore the power I had gained from me, they claimed it to be from love, but why does this love stink of betrayal? I watched helplessly as my life's work, the scroll that held the incantation to eternal life was burned, a process which extinguished my sister's life, a moment I would never forget.
After this a hid from my Master, I took to uncharted regions and regrew in strength, I stayed there for centuries, learning, killing, growing. That was until the day I felt the winds of change, it was time for my return, and return I did. The land I had left, the order I had once blindly served was no more, in it's place was an Empire worthy of awe, led by an old friend, Galbatorix.
I served my lord unwaveringly, empowering his Empire, enforcing his laws, hunting his enemies, I was his hound. My insatiable appetite for knowledge never ended, I found myself flaying the minds of lesser mages just to withdraw the secrets they held, it helped pass the decades. My time with Galbatorix wasn't destined to last forever, and at his fall I vanished, taking to the furthest regions of the North, I hid from his enemies.
It is here that I stay, it is here Freohr calls for blood, it is here Baal calls out for destruction, soon I will heed their calls, soon I will return to the land I left, soon I will return to Alagaësia, not as a mere rider but as her rightful Emperor!
Name: Baal
Race: Dragon
Gender: Male
Age: (from hatch date) 743 years, (from the day the egg was laid) 1253 years
Color: White with random streaks of a rustic brown
Personality:
[WIP]
Baal:
Peace? I have long forgotten that term. Purity? It is something I long to return to. Love? It is the only reason I remain at his side.
Baal, a name I wasn't born with, it was forced upon me as many things are with my Rider. I once sat proudly amongst my fellow dragons, I once knew nothing but bliss, that was so many lifetimes ago. Now I am made to slaughter, to butcher, to kill all in the name of an ideal I have long since abandoned, the price was far too high. However, to truly understand how it came to this you must start at the beginning, my beginning.
For a hatchling the single most exciting moment is that time of bliss when you and your rider come together, it was no different for me. I remember the moment he touched my egg, I saw the purity in his heart, the drive to protect others, the selflessness that oozed from his body. I knew instinctively he had been the one I was waiting for, and I had waited patiently for a very long time.
The moment our minds melded into one was the most exhilarating experience of my young life, it was a sign of my freedom from that prison, that egg which held me for over a century. He was the first thing I was greeted by in this world, his emerald eyes peering back into mine, I had found peace.
Unfortunately, it was a peace not destined to last, my rider and I began training under a Grand Master of the Order, Jaygon the Wise, some days I wonder if all his decisions were truly as wise as he made them seem. The curriculum we were placed to.study was unnerving to me, Dark Magic, apparently we were to pave a new way, "fight fire with fire" as they say, they were so foolish. On the exterior my Rider seemed to exhibit no changes, he seemed to be the same elf he had been when he joined the Order, however only I saw through his clever guise.
My Rider had fallen deeply into the sways of Dark Magic, he believed himself to be a God it seemed, I should have done something...however I was still but a young and naive hatchling, I saw this as a mere phase.
As evident now this was no phase, my Rider is not the Elf I hatched for, just a demon that resides in a husk which happens to resemble him. I however cannot leave, I still see glimpses of who he used to be, it is through those glimpses I gain hope, and hope is the most powerful ally of all.
Role Plays:
The Return: Mammon returns to Alagaesia after sixteen years, and must avoid detection when he encounters Trinn. Why has he returned? What does he has planned? And will Trinn recognize him?
Relationships:
Trinn: Mammon first met Trinn when she was a woman, this occurred just before he left the order and during the beginning of his long corruption process.
100th was such a cheat 
