[hider=Olivaster Wrathmont] [b]Name:[/b] Olivaster Wrathmont [b]Age:[/b] 29 years [b]Appearence:[/b] [center][img]https://i.imgsafe.org/135a0eb2ac.jpg[/img][/center] His appearance was often daunting. Drawing attention from even the most dastardly of rapscallions. Not because he was the epicenter of charisma or a particular savory target. But as he traipsed through the beaten paths of some of the world’s larger cities in search of knowledge, an ominous aura pulsated from his very being. His frail body, not even eighteen hands and just around eleven stones was draped in blue cloth. Arcane robes decorated with black trim embroidered with gold hung loosely around his frame as if to suggest that in fact his outfit was wearing him. The only thing that fit snuggly were the black breeches about his legs and the leather boots that covered his feet. A hood hung loosely about his slender face, features retreating amongst the shadows of silvery locks of hair. Slender lips rarely curled into anything more than a snarl. His glaring eyes shrouded by dark circles seemingly burning into one’s soul. Four particular accoutrements drew particular attention to this man’s beings. The first of which was a staff. A wooden staff, twisted and knotted - the top of which gnarled around a dulcet orb-shaped gem like that of a serpent’s mouth as his swallowed its prey hold. The second was a head turner, a brilliant broach of intricate gold work beneath his chin fastening his cloak about him. Then, a collection of small bead sized gems dangling from thin ropes about his person well-secured to the robe that accompany them. Finally, slung over his shoulder by a leather strap was book covered in inscriptions in a tongue quite unfamiliar that appeared well taken care off. Sliding between the masses he barely touched the crowd he pushed through caressing those only slight enough to beguile that he had even been near them at all. He moved with precision and intent remaining close yet keeping his distance all the same. Spittal gathered at the corners of his mouth as he was often overcome by a wracking cough. But the look in his eyes were certain, he was not to be trifled with. And those who caught the fire in his amber eyes quickly looked away. [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Diety:[/b] Enathrae - Olivaster has taken up belief in the deity Enathrae, all but lost to the world of Efetra. Now remembered by few as the Weeping Mother she was revered as the Goddess of the Moon, Death, Oaths and Arcane Might. Long since forgotten in the wake of the War of Ruin, the history books declared that she may have been the immortal mother of all mankind for what is the promise of death without life to lead. Stories have also told that she was not the mother of mankind but the mother of the most powerful deities themselves, showing great favor to Nethelin and Belia. Only the most well-learned scholars would even dare speak of her in mixed company as a piece of history, a legend of the pious world. However, to Olivaster and the few who remain bound by her pact find solace in Enathrae’s suffocating embrace. For she grants a sliver of her true power in exchange for the youthfulness of new life to maintain her own vanity in the form of porcelain skin and raven locks. It is by this exchange, this pact that of her Olivaster is granted life and of her doing he will return. [b]Personality:[/b] Olivaster methodically takes what he wants within the limits of his code of conduct without regard for whom it hurts - of course, what the sorcerer could seek in which he could not conjure it anyone’s guess. He cares about tradition, loyalty, and order if only to suit his personal pursuits of life, knowledge, and a way to overcome his youthful indiscretions. But little does he care for freedom, dignity, or the lives of others. He plays by the rules without mercy or compassion. While he may be comfortable in an hierarchy or better yet as a leader, little care does he place in the travesty of man without finding some means of personal gain. He serves not as a means to better the group as a whole but to foster his own ego as an intellectual. He condemns others not according to their actions but by their lack of knowledge and misplaced faith, looking down on those that follow what he believes to be the “new” gods. He is loath to break promises or laws. Of course, this reluctance comes partly from a fear of Enathrae’s retribution and partly because he depends on order to protect himself from those who might oppose him. Like many he too holds particular taboos such as absconding from disturbing places of worship or eliciting widespread destruction. He believes these particular compunctions put him above some of the more unprincipled men in his field. While some commit themselves to their pursuit of magic like a crusader committed to good, he is not beyond hurting others to achieve his own ends but little pleasure does he take in it. Because of this Olivaster is quite dangerous as his mind is methodical, intentional, and frequently successful. [b]Skill:[/b] [i]Here you get to specify what your character is particularly good at (These can be anything from Swordmanship and bowmanship to athletics, acrobatics or similar. You pick one Masterfull skill, and two Skilled, Adept and Novic skill. This indicates what you’re good at and will be taken into consideration later on. Magic skills are written as the particular school, such as Affliction.[/i] [b]Masterful:[/b] Divine Magic [b]Skilled:[/b] Combat Casting, Spellcraft [b]Adept:[/b] Affliction, Linguistics [b]Novice:[/b] Potion Craft, Simple Two-handed Melee Combat (Staff of the Weeping Mother) [b]Backstory:[/b] Like many others, Olivaster’s involvement in the war against the undead does not from a search for glory or some dire need to revenge his family. It comes from a matter of happenstance. The undead have become a problem for him getting in the way of his life’s pursuit. While he journeys across Efetra in search of the ever insightful knowledge of Enathrae hoping to find a means to break the Weeping Curse, he has inevitably came across the rotting masses. In his life’s pursuit of the most archaic and powerful gifts Enathrae has left behind for her followers, the undead are drawn to the power that reverberates across the land from their Queen Mother. His upbringing was quite common to Aith Anur. Born to a prominent family of blacksmiths, the Wrathmont name has grown since the Crusade has taken over the land. Born to a family of three brothers and a sister he was the only child to abscond from learning the family trade. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, brothers, sister, cousins, and even his parents - armorsmiths, blacksmiths, fletchers, ferrymen, siege builders, weaponsmiths, and yeoman. The Wrathmont name is as well known and pervasive as the Crusade itself. But despite all of those pushing him to pursue a career in the trade, it only forced his disdain to grow. Olivaster was not like those in his family, built for the careers they were provided by the family. Even as a child he struggled to stay on keel with his siblings carrying out his daily chores and trying to help in the foundries where he failed to maintain the status quo. Nothing he attempted even remotely suggested that this particular trade was the path for him. But all his family saw was the disgrace that he brought them. The family soon enlisted him to the local Temple of Belia to participate as a member of the clergy. While learning the ways of Belia, to carry out her message to the masses he spent his time enthralled in dusty tomes and stale parchments that contained such a vast array of knowledge. Enthralled by the prospects suggested in the ancient texts he began requesting leave to visit other temples in the city to learn what information they had locked away in the catacombs. Before his consumption of information in the city was finished he would come across knowledge of Enathrae. Soon he would absorb all the information the temples in the city had to offer. Enthralled by what little information he was able to consume, he constantly felt drawn to this one being - Enathrae. He would beg for leave from his temple to visit other cities and search out the knowledge they had lost within. Soon it was as if the information was calling him, dragging him along from temple to temple learning as much as he could about not only magic but Enathrae. Soon he would become infatuated, turning his life into a pursuit for knowledge, information and being driven towards piece of history long since forgotten with a great tie to the Weeping Mother. After close to a decade of historical research, devotion, prayer, and reflection about the Weeping Mother and what she could offer to the world. It was amongst the frozen wastes of the Last Respite that Olivaster stumbled across what seems to be the last coven of Enathrae, It was within those walls that he was convinced to take strike a deal with the goddess, to pledge an Oath to the Weeping Mother as so many have done before her. It was an oath that would trade his youthful existence for arcane might. It was at this point that his true pursuit had begun. While searching the land for artifacts touched by the Weeping Mother, his true search is for a means to break free of this oath which he now sees as a curse. [b]Weapons and Armor:[/b] Olivaster does not carry any traditional weapons upon his form with the exception of the Staff of the Weeping Mother but it is too valuable to regularly risk damaging it. However, beneath the sleeve of his left arm is a tattoo. A tattoo of a dagger in which such an item is concealed with appropriately activated through means of magic. It is the only physical weapon he carries on him. The robes that enshroud his body represent the only bit of armor that protects him beside his magical presence. A mixed woven material composed of the silken web of a drider and a the thick fur of a dire bear. While it isn’t as effective as some metal armors it does not hinder his magical prowess. However, the woven fabric may be capable of preventing minor or weak slashing attacks [i](similar to real life cut resistant gloves)[/i] leaving him vulnerable to many close encounter assaults or unsuspected arrows. [b]Misc Gear and Possessions:[/b] [i]The Tears of Enathrae:[/i] About his person dangle a number of tiny gems on woven silken ropes that resonate with a soft, high pitch hum and a radiant a dulcet blue illumination. A lost artifact, a gift from the Mother Enathrae acts as a form of arcane armor. While the gems need not be struck themselves if a blow is made to assault his person (whether piercing, bludgeoning, or slashing) the gems release a potent protective magic in a tiny eruption of broken shards and a high pitched scream loud enough to shake those unprepared for the onslaught to their ears. However, there are a finite number of gems - perhaps sixteen in all. Some attacks will require more than one gem to effectively be turned away. Once expended they will remain missing until the next new moon when the sky is dark, and Enathrae’s eye has turned away from the mortal realm where the gems will form like tears on their fasteners. [i]Staff of the Weeping Mother:[/i] A wooden staff made of ebonwood, twisted and knotted - the top of which gnarled around a dulcet orb-shaped gem like that of a serpent’s mouth as it swallowed its prey whole. A parchment discovered amongst the dusty tomes of a Belia temple spoke of the staff and that is how Olivaster discovered its location. The history of such an item is riddled in mystery yet to be solved by Olivaster. The power in which it contains is yet to be uncovered despite his constant examination. [i]Lunar Oath, Enathrae’s Grimoire:[/i] A wizard’s spellbook is quite the unique piece of literature. For not only does it contain a plethora of arcane information from spells and the importance of components but it also contains every real bit of arcane knowledge that the wizard may have come across in which he deems important. In the case of Olivaster, this book contains a great deal of information - in fact it contains every piece of information Olivaster has ever uncovered since the book fell into his possession. For that is part of its power. This artifact of Enathrae lost to time remembers everything written within despite its disappearance from the pages. It remembers everything read even though it may not have been read from pages of its own bindings. It can produce any bit of information with just a turn of the page, despite it never being written on its parchment. The book tangled within the depths of the owner’s mind, yet containing a mind of its own. Protected by inscriptions invisible to the naked eye this book is a very dangerous piece of history often noted that it may have been better that it had never been lost. Merely trying to open the book could be enough to kill the uneducated. [/hider]