UserName: ArchangelUriel
Character name: Nhane Freyanon (NAH-nay)
Age: 25, Appears 20ish.
Mageblood type: Obiligatio
Favoured Magic Class: Motemnecromancy (hates mortumnecromancy)
Previous Magic training: No official training
Race: Wood Elf; Vampire
Appearance: Nhane is pale, white haired, tall, and lithe of form, as any elfish vampire would be. HIs features are as angular as most elves, though he bares a scar running under his left eye. The elf usually keeps his hair short, though unkempt. He carries a somber visage under a dark hood most of the time. However; few have caught him off guard laughing or smiling with Shala. He wears a grey cloak with a fur trimmed hood and many pockets either sewed to the cloak itself one of the several belts he wears. Several tribal markings line the underside of his jaw stretching under his cloak,
Short Bio: Nhane was born in the forests of Ghannos like most other wood elves, and grew up in the trade village of Bayahm. Everything about his life as a youth could be defined as quaint, not unlike most of the wood elf culture, and for the most part Nhane greatly enjoyed it. The part he didn't enjoy was being son of the Farathel, the elven equivalent of a Duke, meaning Nhane inherited all the responsibilities of royalty without any of the benefits or titles. So while Nhane would rather be out climbing, or swimming in the river like the others, he had to attend a ceremony, meeting, or whatever preparative garble his father designed. On the rare occasion he could join the other children, they would avoid him for reasons he didn't understand until got older, so his only friend was a wolf dog, Shala.
At the age of ten, Nhane stumble upon a bear's cave, and to protect him Shala attacked the bear. While the bear did retreat, Shala received a fatal injury. Nhane managed to get the wolf back to Bayahm, but nothing could be done for her. In a fit of rage and despair over the loss of his only friend, Nhane animated the dead wolf in front of the healer and his parents. His parents pleaded with the healer to keep it to herself, but to no avail, everyone soon knew how Nhane defile the natural order, breaking a sacred connection to nature. He was shunned from that point forward.
Nhane soon started to become a man, but between the constant pressure his father put on him, and the disgust from the villagers he had to endure daily, the young elf only wished for freedom. On the night he tried to escape Bayahm, he witnessed his father and two other men outside his home, arguing. His father and one of the other men came to an agreement, and in the blink of an eye, took the third's life. It clearly wasn't the first time it had been done, and it dawned on him why everyone always seemed cautious of him. His father was nothing short of a tyrant, and that's what Nhane had in his future. That was that last straw; that night Nhane fled.
Travelling beyond the mountains, Nhane found himself in Hearth. The town seemed so different from what he knew; stone structures, round-ears, and the purest lack of connection to the natural order. In short, Nhane finally felt freed of those bindings; the shame, the responsibility, and the misery. However, it was soon that he would pay the price for freedom. A couple moons passed, Nhane found himself on a late delivery for a some coin. An ambush sprang on him; three or four hooded figures surrounded him. They attacked pinning him down, biting him. Final thoughts of his dreary life passed through his mind, just as a few arrows met the attackers, causing them to flee. It seemed a few passing guards saved him, but little did they expect the elf to have survived. When he woke, he was met with a wolfish grin, one of a vampire named Meyia. She told him what he'd become, and told him of her plans to make use of his magic. He didn't know how she knew this, but he didn't let her finish. He fled, heading for the only place he could think of, Bayahm.
When he arrived, stumbling in out of exhaustion, and fatigue, he expected the shunning, but what he got shocked and frightened him; fleeing villagers. Making his way to his home, his parents met him with shocked expressions. He pleaded with them to help, but they wouldn't get within ten feet of him. Nahne got angry, letting all of his frustration out, blaming his father, and yelling with all the energy he had left in his body. A the height of his furry, he mindlessly tackled his father, feeding on him. After the first taste, he couldn't stop himself. His mother was next, then whoever he could get his hands on. Finally, when the hunger subsided he found himself in a pool of his parents blood.
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A soft dripping echoed through motionless blood-spattered surrounding. The room had once been an eloquent living space, entirely of woods, and soft fabrics and furs. Now it stood, a monument to a shattered way of life, devastated and devoid of the living. Two bodies, fallen limp, lay in a pool of their blood, shrouded by the night, sorrow twisting their faces in the pale moon light. A soft sob broke the relentless dripping. Another figured, a silhouette almost as dead as his company, kneeled in front of them. A tear caught the light of the moon as it hit the blood. If felt like time stood still, and living this moment forever seemed the punishment for wrongs committed. Something shifted on one of the fallen figures, falling into the light. The figured looked up as it glistened, then crawled to it and held it in his hand, a necklace. He gripped it in his crimson soaked hand and stared at it.
Almost as if in response, and voice broke, "Nhane, stand," it said in the soft caressing tone of a woman.
"Mother?" he responded desperately.
"No," the voice said carefully.
"Who...," he said as he stood.
"I don't know, but I know you," the voice seemed to sooth Nhane. A shadow moved into the soft light, and Nhane turned toward it quickly. A wolf moved gracefully toward him, and circled, not breaking eye contact. "Nhane, my master." Looking closer, the elf noticed fur did not cover the animal, just stone. Before him stood the statue that cover the grave of Shala, Nhane's only life friend. "Come master, they will soon be on us," the beast strode off through the door. Still baffled, Nhane hesitated, but eventually followed out into the brisk night air.
The nocturnal light pressing through the treetops filled him with a strange energy, something he could not get used to for a lifetime. The golem moved deftly between blackened oaks. "Wait," he called as he quickened his pace.
"There is no time," the voice called back, almost a whisper, "You are in danger, master. Can not stop moving." With a growl, Nhane quickened to a run. The forest floor seemed to begin to slope, though he could not recall any hills around Bayahm. Soon, the statue vanished into the night. "Shala- she wolf?"
"Shala," a soft voice echoed behind him, "That is a fitting name." The stone wolf padded softly passed him. Nhane's expression grew stern at the discomfort with the wolf taking to Shala's name. Another voice echoed, but this time not the golem's. Shala looked back quickly, "Hurry," she urged. The elf bounded up the ever sharper slope. Finally the two emerged over the top of the mound, looking over the expanse of the forest just as it touches the mountains beyond. The moon shimmered brilliantly of the treetops, and countless stars lit the night sky like a thousand souls dancing across the sky plane. Nhane could not help but gap.
When it finally seemed to settle, the young elf looked at the statue, "Where did you come from she-wolf?"
With the most unexpected yet soothing chuckle Shala looked up, "I came from you, master. I came from your pain, from you tears and your blood. I came from magic."
After escaping Bayahm that night, Nhane and Shala went where the wind took them. She reminded of his friend once lost, but more importantly, she became the one friend he had in the world. One whom without, he would have died or gave into another rampant thirst.
Finally, years later, the she-wolf asked the young elf why they had not considered traveling to the mage's college, where they would not be persecuted, but in fact accommodated. Nhane reluctantly agreed, and the two set off.
Good Attributes:
Kind: When it matters, Nhane is always willing to help, but the situation is usually dire one's before he get's involved with others.
Adventurous: Being naturally inquisitive, and an outcast by most standards, he has traveled to many corners of the land and grown keen, and agile as a result.
Quick-Learner: When he was younger, nothing was more imperative to his father than being quick of mind and hand, and so it is something that he still strives toward.
Fighter: Though he's never raised a weapon to another, being attacked comes with being a vampire, and so he has gained skill in observing and reacting quickly to such attacks.
Agile: From both being an elf of the forest, and a strengthened monster, he has gained incredible speed and agility when compared to the average human.
Vampire: Stronger, faster, and keener than most.
Bad Attributes:
Introverted: Nhane keeps to himself, for obvious reasons, and often lashes out at those who intrude upon him bubble.
Sarcastic: Not the most pleasant conversationalist, often coming across arrogant and a bit narcissistic.
Vampire: Thirst, sunlight, etc.
Fear of the Undead: Ironic, but since bringing Shala back to life, when he was young, it sickens and angers him.
Secret Word: Rebirth