Protest the Wish [OOC]

[Sarpedon]

dying in battle is always good.

[Andre Valias]

You guys... o.o
I like how the gender balance is absolutely male-dominant. It makes things seem pretty sexist. >w>

[Dlayeth]

You haven't seen my character yet >.>

Then again, one character isn't going to make a difference.

[Sarpedon]

How often do you see women kicking bloody ass and taking violent names Derek? exactly. War is a man's game.

[Zephyr116]

Well, I'm assuming the players are male-dominant, so...

I MIGHT make a female character as well, since you mentioned it, but it may be difficult since it would be my first.

[HyperRyan66]

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Name:
Naunix Xeduun

Race:
Half Elf

Gender:
Male

Age:
25 in human years

Appearance:
The half elf known by the name Naunix does not display many of his late mothers elfish features, in fact the only clear resemblance he exhibits are his cleanly shaved face and the pointed ears whose tips poke out the sides of his mane-like hair. Naunix takes great pride in his birthplace to the north and demonstrates this pride with the color and style of his hair. His hair is quite long and splits color straight down the middle of his hairline. The right side of his hair is an ice-blue color and is spiked from his forehead all the way across his head and down his neck; it represents the ice that spikes across the frozen lands and waters in the frozen northern zones. The left side of Naunix’s hair is dyed as white as the snow that blankets across his homeland and is styled just so: his hair falls in front of his face on the left side and his cleanly laid over his head and down the back of his neck like a fresh coat of snowfall.

The features of his face do not akin him to his elven brothers in anyway. Whereas most elves and half-breeds have a gorgeous complexion and fair skin free of marks; Naunix’s face shows that his years, although not numerous, have been unfriendly. The time spent away from the dark and cold seasons of the north have darkened his kind face into rough tan. Along with mother natures harsh treatment has come the equally unforgiving dealings of her children. Whether it be beast bothered or people prejudiced Naunix has faced his fair share of struggles empowering and demeaning. His journeys away from home accompanied by these brawls have bared his body beaten and bruised. Despite the racist nature of some of his skirmishes, Naunix wears his scars as proudly as medals because he believes they show his ability to overcome. In terms of actual size his good genes and active lifestyle have rewarded him with a strong frame capable of continuing his vigorous existence. He stands proudly at 6 feet 2 inches with his head held high atop his broad shoulders. Depending on the season of year and his luck in nature he weighs anywhere between 200 and 210 pounds on a good day.

However; the most recognizable feature of Naunix Xeduun are his eyes. The pupil and iris of both eyes are just as white as the sclera in which the red veins are visible. Upon first glance many believe that his is blind, but within his culture it is considered a great omen to be blessed with eyes so pure. The apparel in which Naunix is general witnessed reflects his specific clan and upbringing. His arms from the elbow down and his legs from knee down are wrapped in cloth and tightly bound giving his appendages the slight appearance of a mummy’s attire. Underneath his armor he wears a thick leather pair of chaps and a tanned hide vest with no sleeves. Atop his casual under-garb he is donned with a combination of lightweight metal plates that cover his chest, shoulders, biceps, thighs, and shins. These plates are held together by white pelts of various bears, rabbits, foxes and other winter-coated animals that where skinned for the purpose of this armor. The overall set guards Naunix’s most vital areas while still allowing him to move as freely as possible. The armor is a perfect compromise of protection and speed.

Background:
Naunix was raised by his mother deep in the mountains of the north where the elven clan of Xeduun resides. Naunix’s father was a human from the central continents of the known world, but was outcaste for reasons unknown to Naunix nor his mother. He wandered across the vast countries of the north in search of friendly faces and was eventually met with open arms throughout his journey. However; no village was able to welcome him as a permanent resident due to the condition of living in such a harsh environment. So his father became a nomad moving from village to village managing his survival. Eventually he made it to the one truly established town in the northern territories and settled in as a blacksmith. While there he eventually fell in love with an elven woman who would come from the deep mountains to trade goods within the frozen metropolis. After impregnating her with the unlucky half-breed that was to be their son Naunix, he set out for the Zael Desert in search of the riches he wanted to support his struggling life and family. Due to the nature of the situation it was unlikely that he would return and alas he did not.

Naunix’s mother did not give up on waiting for him to return until a true human lifespan had expired and Naunix had reached manhood. Her son fully capable of caring for himself and her only other reason for living clearly deceased his mother peacefully surrendered to death’s embrace and left Naunix in the safety of the clan. After years of the some routinely boring life the very human feelings of wonder, greed, and the need for change had began to prick at Naunix’s thoughts day by day until he gave in to his long-ignored urges and left home without so much as a goodbye. Since that day Naunix has been living like his father did in the middle of his younger years. However, his inability to truly belong to one race has made it harder for him to find the same open doors and welcoming faces his father stumbled into before him. With another decade passing since his father’s disappearance, rumors of the city from the sands have reached the pointed ears of Naunix the northern half-breed. He is now dead-set on finding what his father got himself caught in so many years ago.

Personality:
Naunix is calm and collected and always thinks before he acts. His decisions’ are based on what they may affect later rather than just a current judgment. He is generally quiet, understanding, and not easily angered. Although he tends to avoid conflict if it comes to him he will deal with it the most appropriate means. Despite his casual nature he is a deadly force to be reckoned with and it is recommended that you don’t stand in between him and what he wants. Naunix’s secluded life has also resulted in being a very independent individual. He is far from trustworthy and expects rudeness or a bluntly race-based assault from the majority of the people he meets.

All the previous aside: if someone manages to get on Naunix’s good side his personality adjusts to his more human side or the way he would act among his clan mates. He will start to become cocky around them, but remain clever enough to not make himself look like an idiot. During a serious moment he will still focus on the situation at hand and take on a no bulls**t attitude. However, if he’s outside of any danger he can become quite talkative and amusing to be accompanied by. Regardless of how comfortable he may get with another he still keeps most of his true feelings bottled up inside and is very good at hiding his emotions. Along with that Naunix will still try pass off as the strong silent type that no one would dare to bother when busy despite the obvious camaraderie he may currently be sharing.

Occupation:
N/A

Power/Weapon:
The blades carried by Naunix were crafted by none other than his father and were considered to be his greatest achievement. The blades where specifically made for Naunix before his birth. Each blade represents one half of who he is. Both blades are Grosse Messer’s but have specific differences that pertain to each side of Naunix’s gene pool. The blade representative of his father’s southern desert homeland is pitch black from handle to tip and has metal twisted around a ruby in the center of the hilt. The blade itself is jagged like a saw on both sides, but still proficient for stabbing or quickly slashing through an opponent. This is because the teeth along the blade are larger(but still tiny) near the hilt and become very miniscule as they reach the tip of the blade. The blade representative of his mother’s north elven culture is pure white with sapphire in the exact spot as the ruby in the juxtaposing blade. The blade of his white sword is smooth from edge to edge without the slightest hint of an indentation.

At first glance these two Grosse Messer’s seem like well crafted ornamental blades and unsuccessful for the heat of battle. However; the metal that his father used to craft he blades resulted in two massive swords as light as a needle used to sew hide into clothing. Naunix’s invaluable time spent training with his deceptively powerful blades have turned him into a well oiled machine of killing efficiency against a variety of armament or numbers. Naunix is able to maximize his killing power with these unnatural tools due to him having trained with blades of regular weight for the majority of his life. The swords rest in an 'X' shaped sheath that is strapped across Naunix's chest, resting the blades across his back with the handles too each sword on opposite sides. The black blade rests upside-down on Naunix's right side(held in place by it's small teeth) and the white blade rests with the hilt directly behind Naunix's left shoulder.

Although Naunix does not practice the magic of his mother’s people he does contain the same blood as his ancestors and therefore has a power within him that is dangerous to himself and his adversaries. When Naunix reaches a point of pure hatred or rage his body does more than go into an adrenaline rush. The berserkerage releases a magic within his very core that dissolves logic from his thoughts and in it’s place pours the fuel for a blood-lust that can only be stopped by a success in his slaughter or his own death. While other elves are much better at containing this issue Naunix’s human side weakens him to it’s dawning threat.


THIS IS A GROSSE MESSER ^

Emotional Weakness:
The Beserkerage previously mentioned^, innocents in need (especially female elves or male humans), the same willpower that drives him may push him to achieve too much, and the need for knowledge of his fathers end/existence.

Physical Weakness:
Strong Magics from a considerable distance, I assume being stabbed or shot with arrows also harm him.

Dislikes/Fears:
Racism, humidity, stupidity, and most green foods.

Wish:
Enough power or influence to end any feuds between the races of those who inhabit the world so that they make work together to solve greater problems at hand, rather than be blinding by the ignorance of unreasoned hate. OR a full understanding of his ancestry on both sides (especially knowledge about his father)

Other:
Has an awkward soft-spot for animals…didn’t feel this as enough of a weakness to put it in the emotional list.

[Andre Valias]

Was gonna say...
"What the heck is the other half...?"

Then I read the father part.

Also:
Rawr, who says women have to tear out your insides with their bare hands?
That's what magic is for, silly~

[HyperRyan66]

Yeah that awkward 15 seconds of utter suspense made you read the whole thing huh? =D

Lol I'm Ryan, nice to meet ya.

[Sarpedon]

YYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS! ANOTHER POUND OF FLESH!

[Rtron]

His wish is to die in a final battle. Yours?

GLORIOUS. Not just a "Final battle" A final GLORIOUS Battle. Nothing like 5 vs one stabbed in the back. Single combat, evenly matched, brutal combat. That type of stuff.