Post by Deva on Aug 5, 2009 2:06:11 GMT -5
Player Name: David
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Character Name: Deva ‘Sturm’ Belepheriel
Race: ½ Elf- ½ Stygian
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: A deep antechamber inside of Stygg
Arcane or Secular: Arcane
Physical Description: In his elfish form, Deva is around 6’7, 300lbs of solid muscle, and a caramel shade of brown. His hair is in many thin dreadlocks, which cascade down his neck, ending slightly below his shoulders. While dreads are already a rarely seen hairstyle, Deva has taken it to another level, the tips on the right side are red, the left orange, and the dreads that lay down over the back of his head are tipped gold. (He’s eccentric like that) His features can be called sharp, both of his heritages made sure of that, and he is handsome, very handsome most would say. His eyes are a piercing gold, and his teeth are unnaturally white, and unnaturally sharp if one were to look closely. He is usually garbed in something similar to what a bandit or assassin would be seen in. A cloak with a hood, an open, sleeveless shirt, long pants, and boots, however, all of his clothes show his financial status is very high.
In his Great One form, Deva is around 12’5/13’feet tall, his coloring is pitch black, and his eyes, while keeping their same color, increase in intensity, and become slitted. His skin is covered in thick scales, and his hand and feet become claws and talons. He has a thick, prehensile tail, half the length of his body, and he has retractable wings with a 14’5 foot span. His already sharp teeth become fangs, and his face resembles that of a dragon, complete with two horns pointing back.
Personality: Despite being the bastard child of two of the most cold hearted races around, Deva still manages to have some semblance of emotions, and while he may seem a bit…distant, it’s mainly because he’s observant. He won’t just be friends with you when you first meet, he’ll take into account how you act, your own personality, things like that, before he’ll open up. Even then, he’s still a bit reserved, it’s just his nature. While most of the time he’s a loner, Deva can stand being in groups, but being alone suits him just fine. He has something of a fiery temper, but it’s controlled, he can be angered, but he can control that anger, to a degree. Most are loyal to one power or another, and that holds true to Deva, but he is only loyal to a few things, himself first and foremost, those he considers friends, and those who can afford his services, all others are out of luck.
Background: Born from the union of a very powerful Stygian Warlord, and an equally powerful Elven Warrior Priestess, Deva has a strange back-story, made even stranger as his his life continued. One of his father’s scouts spotted his mothers convoy passing through Stygg territory. It wasn’t long before they were overrun by the Daemons, and in the aftermath, only one Elf survived, Deva’s mother Shion. She was the spoils of the battle, so she went to the most powerful Stygian warrior, Deva’s father. For 9 whole months, the Daemon made use of her however he saw fit, but at the end of those 9 months, Deva was born. His mother cursed he and his father’s name before she died. His father was intrigued, but he knew his offspring couldn’t stay in Stygg with him, so he cast an ancient spell over him so he could live normally, till the day came that he was needed. With such a delicate task of getting his son out of the realm, he couldn’t even trust any of his underlings, so he left, took him to a small, walled village far from any other. Once there, he demolished a large portion of the main gate, then left. He didn’t look back to see the guard pick up his son and take him in. From then on, Deva was raised in the village, which as it turns out, was an ancient and secret community of assassins. They worked for whoever could find them, since that showed they had the connections, and the financial stability to afford them. However, his clan also had a secondary purpose, to ensure stability. All of the power shifting assassinations and wars over the years, the Clan Oberon had something to do with it. Growing up in a coven of assassins meant that Deva grew up learning skills that would make him the best at what he would eventually do, subterfuge, stealth, everything someone in his field would need to know. As he was growing, Deva started to become separate from the other children, he learned lessons much faster than them, he healed faster, and he was stronger by leaps and bounds. Nobody knew why, or how, but they did know that once he was ready to go out in the world, he would do great things. Years passed until finally he was on the cusp of adulthood, that was when he was sent out to the world, he would have to make his own way, yet keep his ties with the Oberon. To this day, he is still trying to make his own way.
Skills/Talents: Being raised as an assassin, he learned skills needed for the line of work, as a result, Deva’s skill set is very diversified, and very useful. Despite his large frame, Deva is capable of moving silently, and without being seen, especially in darkness. He is also skilled in diplomacy, and the usage of words, often times he eases the tension of his mark before completing his job. He is also a skilled fighter, trained in many forms of armed and unarmed combat, plus the use of magic. Also, thanks to his half Stygian heritage, he is much stronger, and heals faster than most others. He also learns and retains knowledge at such an accelerated rate, it makes others wonder about him.
Weaknesses: He is still getting used to his Great One form, and when he does transform, he tends to get a little overzealous, more savage than normal, things of that nature. While he usually keeps a cool head, once he is angered, it takes a lot to get him back to normal. Even in his elven form, his appearance makes others suspect him, not always, but it has happened enough times for him to be wary of it.
Sample Roleplay: At the moment, Deva was in a dark room, lit only be a few wall torches. It was the Briefing Room of the Clan of Oberon. It was here that Initiates into the Clan got their assignments from the higher ups, usually Acolytes or Shades.
As he kneeled in the center of the room, his head bowed, he listened carefully to what Acolyte Morlun had to say, and what his mission was. Everyone in the Fraternity had their real name, and their assassin name, a code name so to speak.
Each member’s code name reflected something about them. Deva’s was Sturm, the reason being because of his battle prowess. Once he got into a fight, he was like a force of nature, a storm, savage, ruthless, and unstoppable.
“Initiate Sturm, there is a moderate sized village called Black Wood about a days walk from here, it’s leader is a corrupt man, his actions stain the very name of this empire. Normally he wouldn’t be worth our notice, but a small group has brought to our attention that every year, as a tribute, he takes half of the villages goods for himself, and 10 girls to be his personal play things until he tires of them….then kills them.
He must be removed from his seat of power, before things get more out of hand then they are. Once that is done, make sure that you pick a suitable replacement, this is your 1st assignment since you completed your training, you are now an Initiate in the Clan of Oberon, go, be swift, be silent, be successful.”
Nodding his head to show he understood, Deva stood up, and made his way to the door, as he reached it, he spoke, yet not looking back. I will not disappoint my brethren Acolyte Morlun, this I swear. As Deva closed the door behind him, Morlun muttered something barely audible. “See that you don’t…Initiate.”
Once he was out of range of the village, Deva broke into a full fledged run, and in only a few hours, he was at his destination. Most would be surprised that he hadn’t even broken a sweat, but not Deva himself, he knew what he was, and he knew why.
Entering Black Wood just as the sun was setting, Deva made his way to the largest tavern in town. He wasn’t surprised when the 1st person he saw was the extremely large man sitting near the back, surrounded by jolly men, angry serving staff, and frightened girls. It was a simple deduction that this man was the mayor of Black Wood. Walking inside, he deduced that this was a nice place, it just had bad people, taking a seat at the bar, he ordered the strongest drink they had. This was going to be a long night.
(I can write more if needed)
Contact Information: PM me
Character Name: Deva ‘Sturm’ Belepheriel
Race: ½ Elf- ½ Stygian
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: A deep antechamber inside of Stygg
Arcane or Secular: Arcane
Physical Description: In his elfish form, Deva is around 6’7, 300lbs of solid muscle, and a caramel shade of brown. His hair is in many thin dreadlocks, which cascade down his neck, ending slightly below his shoulders. While dreads are already a rarely seen hairstyle, Deva has taken it to another level, the tips on the right side are red, the left orange, and the dreads that lay down over the back of his head are tipped gold. (He’s eccentric like that) His features can be called sharp, both of his heritages made sure of that, and he is handsome, very handsome most would say. His eyes are a piercing gold, and his teeth are unnaturally white, and unnaturally sharp if one were to look closely. He is usually garbed in something similar to what a bandit or assassin would be seen in. A cloak with a hood, an open, sleeveless shirt, long pants, and boots, however, all of his clothes show his financial status is very high.
In his Great One form, Deva is around 12’5/13’feet tall, his coloring is pitch black, and his eyes, while keeping their same color, increase in intensity, and become slitted. His skin is covered in thick scales, and his hand and feet become claws and talons. He has a thick, prehensile tail, half the length of his body, and he has retractable wings with a 14’5 foot span. His already sharp teeth become fangs, and his face resembles that of a dragon, complete with two horns pointing back.
Personality: Despite being the bastard child of two of the most cold hearted races around, Deva still manages to have some semblance of emotions, and while he may seem a bit…distant, it’s mainly because he’s observant. He won’t just be friends with you when you first meet, he’ll take into account how you act, your own personality, things like that, before he’ll open up. Even then, he’s still a bit reserved, it’s just his nature. While most of the time he’s a loner, Deva can stand being in groups, but being alone suits him just fine. He has something of a fiery temper, but it’s controlled, he can be angered, but he can control that anger, to a degree. Most are loyal to one power or another, and that holds true to Deva, but he is only loyal to a few things, himself first and foremost, those he considers friends, and those who can afford his services, all others are out of luck.
Background: Born from the union of a very powerful Stygian Warlord, and an equally powerful Elven Warrior Priestess, Deva has a strange back-story, made even stranger as his his life continued. One of his father’s scouts spotted his mothers convoy passing through Stygg territory. It wasn’t long before they were overrun by the Daemons, and in the aftermath, only one Elf survived, Deva’s mother Shion. She was the spoils of the battle, so she went to the most powerful Stygian warrior, Deva’s father. For 9 whole months, the Daemon made use of her however he saw fit, but at the end of those 9 months, Deva was born. His mother cursed he and his father’s name before she died. His father was intrigued, but he knew his offspring couldn’t stay in Stygg with him, so he cast an ancient spell over him so he could live normally, till the day came that he was needed. With such a delicate task of getting his son out of the realm, he couldn’t even trust any of his underlings, so he left, took him to a small, walled village far from any other. Once there, he demolished a large portion of the main gate, then left. He didn’t look back to see the guard pick up his son and take him in. From then on, Deva was raised in the village, which as it turns out, was an ancient and secret community of assassins. They worked for whoever could find them, since that showed they had the connections, and the financial stability to afford them. However, his clan also had a secondary purpose, to ensure stability. All of the power shifting assassinations and wars over the years, the Clan Oberon had something to do with it. Growing up in a coven of assassins meant that Deva grew up learning skills that would make him the best at what he would eventually do, subterfuge, stealth, everything someone in his field would need to know. As he was growing, Deva started to become separate from the other children, he learned lessons much faster than them, he healed faster, and he was stronger by leaps and bounds. Nobody knew why, or how, but they did know that once he was ready to go out in the world, he would do great things. Years passed until finally he was on the cusp of adulthood, that was when he was sent out to the world, he would have to make his own way, yet keep his ties with the Oberon. To this day, he is still trying to make his own way.
Skills/Talents: Being raised as an assassin, he learned skills needed for the line of work, as a result, Deva’s skill set is very diversified, and very useful. Despite his large frame, Deva is capable of moving silently, and without being seen, especially in darkness. He is also skilled in diplomacy, and the usage of words, often times he eases the tension of his mark before completing his job. He is also a skilled fighter, trained in many forms of armed and unarmed combat, plus the use of magic. Also, thanks to his half Stygian heritage, he is much stronger, and heals faster than most others. He also learns and retains knowledge at such an accelerated rate, it makes others wonder about him.
Weaknesses: He is still getting used to his Great One form, and when he does transform, he tends to get a little overzealous, more savage than normal, things of that nature. While he usually keeps a cool head, once he is angered, it takes a lot to get him back to normal. Even in his elven form, his appearance makes others suspect him, not always, but it has happened enough times for him to be wary of it.
Sample Roleplay: At the moment, Deva was in a dark room, lit only be a few wall torches. It was the Briefing Room of the Clan of Oberon. It was here that Initiates into the Clan got their assignments from the higher ups, usually Acolytes or Shades.
As he kneeled in the center of the room, his head bowed, he listened carefully to what Acolyte Morlun had to say, and what his mission was. Everyone in the Fraternity had their real name, and their assassin name, a code name so to speak.
Each member’s code name reflected something about them. Deva’s was Sturm, the reason being because of his battle prowess. Once he got into a fight, he was like a force of nature, a storm, savage, ruthless, and unstoppable.
“Initiate Sturm, there is a moderate sized village called Black Wood about a days walk from here, it’s leader is a corrupt man, his actions stain the very name of this empire. Normally he wouldn’t be worth our notice, but a small group has brought to our attention that every year, as a tribute, he takes half of the villages goods for himself, and 10 girls to be his personal play things until he tires of them….then kills them.
He must be removed from his seat of power, before things get more out of hand then they are. Once that is done, make sure that you pick a suitable replacement, this is your 1st assignment since you completed your training, you are now an Initiate in the Clan of Oberon, go, be swift, be silent, be successful.”
Nodding his head to show he understood, Deva stood up, and made his way to the door, as he reached it, he spoke, yet not looking back. I will not disappoint my brethren Acolyte Morlun, this I swear. As Deva closed the door behind him, Morlun muttered something barely audible. “See that you don’t…Initiate.”
Once he was out of range of the village, Deva broke into a full fledged run, and in only a few hours, he was at his destination. Most would be surprised that he hadn’t even broken a sweat, but not Deva himself, he knew what he was, and he knew why.
Entering Black Wood just as the sun was setting, Deva made his way to the largest tavern in town. He wasn’t surprised when the 1st person he saw was the extremely large man sitting near the back, surrounded by jolly men, angry serving staff, and frightened girls. It was a simple deduction that this man was the mayor of Black Wood. Walking inside, he deduced that this was a nice place, it just had bad people, taking a seat at the bar, he ordered the strongest drink they had. This was going to be a long night.
(I can write more if needed)
