- Taliir Vaeliir -
Taliir Vaeliir.
Age:Unknown.
Gender:Male.
Race:Tainted Elf.
Personality:Taliir is, for lack of a better word, insane. Though at quick glance he could potentially seem rather normal. Though given his tendency of mood swings that's about fifty-fifty chance to find him acting normal. And normal being used quite loosely. The likelihood of guessing a coin flip is much more likely then figuring out what Taliir will do next in any given situation. People just meeting Taliir would have a hard time figuring out what side he is actually on. The more one gets to know the man it's quite clear he is a good person. Deep down, deep deep down. He just has a twisted way of showing it.
Abilities:- Searing Wounds ~ Given the large of magical power scorching through his veins they lend a sort of healing factor. Whenever he is cut or wounded the magical properties hidden beneath his ashen skin seem to sear the wound shut. Like a hot iron rod to a wound would sear it closed. This actually causes additional pain to Taliir then just the pain from the injury. With focus Taliir can stop this process from acting instinctively.
- Hell Claws ~ Taliir being a maniac brawler type his magical energy seeps out of his skin as a smoke and solidifies into a cast over his hands and a bit up his forearms. This resembles that of demonic claws, able to fluidly move with his musculature as if they were simply an extension of himself. Which they technically are.
- Guardian Shell ~ Without even a thought Taliir constantly has an invisible barrier an inch off of his skin. The tainted magic coursing through him grants him a slight defense against attacks. Whenever a strike would land against Taliir it would simply stop or be deflected off this barrier that turns blue upon contact. This barrier only becomes solid when Taliir is threatened. Otherwise it is ethereal and goes unnoticed until needed. Though this can be over powered and broken through given the right amount of power or weakening his magic reserves.
- Thrusters ~ They are exactly as named. Taliir is able to use his magical power to release small burst that thrust him how he sees fit. He can use this to rapidly change directions, boost him forward, slow his falling before hitting the ground to dampen the crash, increase the strength of his attacks, etc. Despite its appearance this is quite taxing. Needing to condense magical energy in a small area and shoot it out takes a toll on his magical reserves.
- Hellion Blast ~ This is sort of like Taliir's last resort move. Summoning all of his magical reserves (or whatever is left) he pools the energy into an open space between his hands. The energy pools and condenses into a small sphere that sparks with power, no longer blue but pitch black. Once all or as much Taliir sees fit of his energy has condensed into this sphere he shoots it forward. The blast wave is near eight feet in radius at its base and only grows wider as it travels outwardly. The blast can be strong enough to evaporate any life form in its path.
Draw Backs: The strain this technique has on Taliir is unimaginable. After using it he becomes completely powerless. The muscles in his forearm and biceps are torn apart under the skin, sometimes actually rupturing the skin. Because it uses all of his magical power his Searing Wounds doesn't work. This leaving Taliir's arms in tatters for several hours until he regains enough magical power to sear the wounds and heal. Taliir only ever used this ability once and it nearly killed him.
Notable Equipment:A white ribbon spotted in black stains that he wraps around his hand before getting into a fight.
Traits:The magical energy inside Taliir's body has given him heightened physical abilities; to a minor degree. He is faster and stronger then your average person, by a small degree. A trained soldier could keep up with him though.
The magic that has tainted Taliir has also warped his mind, making his mind constantly and rapidly running. His reflexes are probably his finest asset. In a fight he is able to adapt and change tactics on the drop of a hat. But because his mind is so active he can, sometimes, get distracted and lose focus right in the middle of a fight. So a double edged sword.
History:Taliir was born as a normal elf, simply in turbulent times in his tribe. They were at war with another clan that was much bigger and with much better resources. But one thing his tribe had that the other didn't was a lack of ethics. In an attempt to get the upper hand on our opponents the elders thought of a plan. To infuse young children into a Well of Power. They knew that adults who entered the Well of Power couldn't with stand the change. See, they were already fully developed. Now children were still growing and changing, physically. So why not try them? So that is what they did.
Now, most of the children they put inside this Well of Power didn't survive. But they did not combust like the adults, and actually lasted much longer. Some even a couple of days. They simply screamed in agony the entire time before the magic overwhelmed them and silenced their cries permanently. But they were desperate, the other tribe was had nearly wiped out Taliir's. So they kept trying. Taliir was the last of the experiments at the age of four. Like the most he came out of the well alive and screaming. Though before they could determine if it was successful, the rest of the tribe was wiped out. Leaving the wailing Taliir alone in his crib. Streaks of blue shining under his skin and eyes. The opposing tribe tried to pierce the child though a barrier inches off his skin protected him from the blade. This peaking the tribe leader they decided to instead take the boy with them.
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Now we have the present day. A grown Taliir, alive and well. His skin ashen white with glowing blue eyes. A wanderer. A Mercenary. A collector of tea cups.
Other:He collects tea cups.
Theme Song
Festive
