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"Surprising what you can dig out of books if you read long enough, isn't it?" - Rand al'Thor
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I am a writer and a story teller. I love tales of myth and magic as much as I love tales set in the distant future. I prefer to roleplay with good writers who use words with purpose and write with imagination. If you are ever in need of such a player yourself, please don't hesitate to send word.
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Sorry. Been away for a while owing to a medical complication. Give me time to read through the rest of the OOC and the IC before I post.
I am ready to begin anytime.
@MacabreFox Not for Gengorid. He will remain a nameless, formless fear for the most part and Ashmodin will be his hand.
Teluvil - of course! She will be the guiding hand for the seven and prophecies speak of the royal line of Elinor being instrumental for the world's survival. So, perhaps she has a part to play.
Teluvil - of course! She will be the guiding hand for the seven and prophecies speak of the royal line of Elinor being instrumental for the world's survival. So, perhaps she has a part to play.
Well, @MacabreFox, I don't know when the show will be on the road, but my first CS is up. Feast your eyes on your main antagonist.
Name: Ashmodin
Age: In reality, nearly 200, but looks a youthful 40
Gender: Male
Physical description: Tall, dark and handsome - that's how they would have called him back in his day before he was sealed inside Durbatur. Having arisen again as a dreadlord, he has chosen to keep his earlier visage. But that chiseled beauty that had been his face was now something else. He still had the same sharp nose, the same deep-set eyes, the same strong cheekbones - but there was a palidness to them that was beyond the mere decay of age. It now had an ivory quality to it - and a certain something. One look at Ashmodin is enough to resolve questions about life after death. It did not exist. That face, despite its expressions, despite the blood flowing behind it, was dead. But his eyes, coal-black and hard, shine like black diamonds.
Personal history: Nearly 200 years ago, Ashmodin was born as Tel Janin to a minor noble family in Elinor. As the second son, he was relatively free of expectations and found it much more enjoyable to lose himself in ancient text rather than match swords with some fool out in the yard. He yearned for knowledge. He devoured books that merchants brought from far-away places. As soon as he had been old enough, he had started traveling around the land. The more he saw, the more he realized the ways of the world.
It was in present-day Carmalan that he found out he was a somarin. There, he entered the tutelage of Armad Dupan. Master Dupan was known as a scholar throughout the lands, and he also secretly headed the Gien Rebellion that sought to overthrow the monarch. Under Dupan, Tel quickly mastered several spells of the somar. The relationship didn't last for long though. Dupan wanted Tel to join his rebellion. The younger man wanted no part of a lost cause and said as much. The two never spoke after that.
He was a keen observer of human nature. As he traveled and interacted with different peoples, he realized that despite their differences, humans were all the same. They yearned to be controlled though they believed otherwise. The freer a man became, the more muddled his life became. Control - control of lesser lives - fascinated him. He did not seek it with desire to control. He wanted to study the effects of total control on humans. He considered himself a scholar.
He returned to his homeland at the age of 32, by which time he had already gained reputation as a scholar and a thinker. A few also knew of his abilities with the soms. High King Themunil immediately saw in him a mind sharp and agile. He took Tel Janin on as a counselor and trusted his judgement. Tel, for his part, remained slavishly loyal. For, by the side of Themunil, he would have ringside view of control. With a king as his friend, he could put his theories into practice. He swore on his life to stand by Themunil till the end. Thus he found himself riding to Durbatur in the wake of Tamas invasion.
With the last counterstroke of Tamas, he was imprisoned along with his king in the depths of time. In that nebulous void, where time did not pass, he lay for 200 years. For 200 years, without thought, he watched his king fight with the darkness and finally succumb to it.
He has now reemerged as Ashmodin along with his dear king, Lord Gengorid. Not an inch has he wavered in his loyalty. The Great Lord is still too weak to walk the world, and thus Ashmodin has been appointed the head of the dreadlords. Till the Day of Rebirth, Ashmodin will control the armies of the night and the agents of the dark. He sees no conflict in his present condition and welcomes the chance to pull the strings of millions.
Currently, Ashmodin lives in an unknown location in the White Plains, planning his opening moves against the kingdom of Elinor.
Character traits: Intelligent, Cunning, Imaginative, Ruthless, Dispassionate
Skills:
- Ashmodin is a powerful somarin with the ability to kill with the power (something no other somarin can do because of the vow)
- He is a brilliant shara player. (Shara is a game played with small toy soldiers on a circular grid)
- He understands military strategy and is able to formulate large-scale military plans
Age: In reality, nearly 200, but looks a youthful 40
Gender: Male
Physical description: Tall, dark and handsome - that's how they would have called him back in his day before he was sealed inside Durbatur. Having arisen again as a dreadlord, he has chosen to keep his earlier visage. But that chiseled beauty that had been his face was now something else. He still had the same sharp nose, the same deep-set eyes, the same strong cheekbones - but there was a palidness to them that was beyond the mere decay of age. It now had an ivory quality to it - and a certain something. One look at Ashmodin is enough to resolve questions about life after death. It did not exist. That face, despite its expressions, despite the blood flowing behind it, was dead. But his eyes, coal-black and hard, shine like black diamonds.
Personal history: Nearly 200 years ago, Ashmodin was born as Tel Janin to a minor noble family in Elinor. As the second son, he was relatively free of expectations and found it much more enjoyable to lose himself in ancient text rather than match swords with some fool out in the yard. He yearned for knowledge. He devoured books that merchants brought from far-away places. As soon as he had been old enough, he had started traveling around the land. The more he saw, the more he realized the ways of the world.
It was in present-day Carmalan that he found out he was a somarin. There, he entered the tutelage of Armad Dupan. Master Dupan was known as a scholar throughout the lands, and he also secretly headed the Gien Rebellion that sought to overthrow the monarch. Under Dupan, Tel quickly mastered several spells of the somar. The relationship didn't last for long though. Dupan wanted Tel to join his rebellion. The younger man wanted no part of a lost cause and said as much. The two never spoke after that.
He was a keen observer of human nature. As he traveled and interacted with different peoples, he realized that despite their differences, humans were all the same. They yearned to be controlled though they believed otherwise. The freer a man became, the more muddled his life became. Control - control of lesser lives - fascinated him. He did not seek it with desire to control. He wanted to study the effects of total control on humans. He considered himself a scholar.
He returned to his homeland at the age of 32, by which time he had already gained reputation as a scholar and a thinker. A few also knew of his abilities with the soms. High King Themunil immediately saw in him a mind sharp and agile. He took Tel Janin on as a counselor and trusted his judgement. Tel, for his part, remained slavishly loyal. For, by the side of Themunil, he would have ringside view of control. With a king as his friend, he could put his theories into practice. He swore on his life to stand by Themunil till the end. Thus he found himself riding to Durbatur in the wake of Tamas invasion.
With the last counterstroke of Tamas, he was imprisoned along with his king in the depths of time. In that nebulous void, where time did not pass, he lay for 200 years. For 200 years, without thought, he watched his king fight with the darkness and finally succumb to it.
He has now reemerged as Ashmodin along with his dear king, Lord Gengorid. Not an inch has he wavered in his loyalty. The Great Lord is still too weak to walk the world, and thus Ashmodin has been appointed the head of the dreadlords. Till the Day of Rebirth, Ashmodin will control the armies of the night and the agents of the dark. He sees no conflict in his present condition and welcomes the chance to pull the strings of millions.
Currently, Ashmodin lives in an unknown location in the White Plains, planning his opening moves against the kingdom of Elinor.
Character traits: Intelligent, Cunning, Imaginative, Ruthless, Dispassionate
Skills:
- Ashmodin is a powerful somarin with the ability to kill with the power (something no other somarin can do because of the vow)
- He is a brilliant shara player. (Shara is a game played with small toy soldiers on a circular grid)
- He understands military strategy and is able to formulate large-scale military plans
@clericbeast Fair enough. Out with stereotypes! Proceed freely :)
@clericbeast Well, even mutts have backgrounds. Like the alley in which they were born and all. It's okay if you portray a character who lives sort of like a gypsy/wildman/nomad who doesn't recognize borders and cultures, and thus is ignorant of them. Or perhaps an urchin of the streets with no idea of the wider world. But that shouldn't be an excuse for not writing a convincing character. I need to see life. If it is to be found under a rock, so be it.
Redoran stiffened momentarily, his hands twitching towards his scabbard, when he saw the hulking wolf. He had been fully ready to come between Alexis and the beast should it pounce. But to his utter astonishment, the wolf merely bowed before skulking away. He failed to conceal his surprise as he looked at the others. No one else was mentioning the wolf. Was he seeing things?
When the Prince arrived, Redoran bowed and touched his gauntled fist to his heart. "I am pleased to see you again, sire," he said, meaning it. But for this man, Obrethon would have been swallowed by the darkness. He would ever be grateful for that.
He ran a professional eye over the newcomer. The knight hadn't introduced himself and stood with his broad shoulders hunched. He was a good head shorter than Redoran, but his eyes blazed in the dim light as a warning to anyone who might take this as an advantage. Not to mention the fact that he very surely possessed a stone.
So this was Shi'larra. He didn't know what he was expecting, but certainly not that ageless face. He didn't have time to fully appraise her though. It looked like events outside were overtaking them. He nodded his agreement and mounted Shamran.
"Where are we headed? South of here lies Naeron," he said, more as an assurance to himself that this was still the realm in which he grew up. "If we are riding into peril, I suppose we must make for the Tower?" And I suppose we must have a plan, he didn't add.
When the Prince arrived, Redoran bowed and touched his gauntled fist to his heart. "I am pleased to see you again, sire," he said, meaning it. But for this man, Obrethon would have been swallowed by the darkness. He would ever be grateful for that.
He ran a professional eye over the newcomer. The knight hadn't introduced himself and stood with his broad shoulders hunched. He was a good head shorter than Redoran, but his eyes blazed in the dim light as a warning to anyone who might take this as an advantage. Not to mention the fact that he very surely possessed a stone.
So this was Shi'larra. He didn't know what he was expecting, but certainly not that ageless face. He didn't have time to fully appraise her though. It looked like events outside were overtaking them. He nodded his agreement and mounted Shamran.
"Where are we headed? South of here lies Naeron," he said, more as an assurance to himself that this was still the realm in which he grew up. "If we are riding into peril, I suppose we must make for the Tower?" And I suppose we must have a plan, he didn't add.
@fantasyfan28 Excellent! You are accepted! Please copy the CS over to the Characters section. A word of caution: do take care of your punctuation and formatting.
@clericbeast I thought people like you were mythical! :) Of course applications are open. We have barely started. I haven't put down my own CS yet. Currently we have only two accepted characters. Considering my own writing style and the other RPers here, I would say we are in for a long haul. So no pressure to hurry up with your post or anything. Take your time, write up a storm, and brace for the feedback.
@clericbeast I thought people like you were mythical! :) Of course applications are open. We have barely started. I haven't put down my own CS yet. Currently we have only two accepted characters. Considering my own writing style and the other RPers here, I would say we are in for a long haul. So no pressure to hurry up with your post or anything. Take your time, write up a storm, and brace for the feedback.
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