Post by Trippy Hare on May 21, 2006 17:44:18 GMT -5
Character Name: Waeleth III
Race: Terran
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Waeleden, Horus District
Arcane or Secular: Secular
Physical Description: Waeleth is a thin man, standing 5'4" tall and weighing just under 130 lbs. He has quiet, unassuming facial features, and the typical brown hair and eyes that most terrans share. He wears the finest clothing available anywhere in Waeleden, as one would expect from its King. His jacket is made from the finest Stygian-hide leather in existence anywhere in Eshathar...also, it is the ONLY stygian-hide leather anywhere in Eshathar...and nearly 100 terrans died to gather it. His crown is forged not of gold, but of Mithril Steel, an alloy made from the combination of the two metals. Jewels of every describable variety line the outside of it, with an enormous, fist-sized Onyx in the center, hanging down to cover his forehead between the eyes. This Onyx is purest black, and only one small nick, from a failed assassination attempt, marks its surface.
Personality: Waeleth appears to be a softspoken, unassuming terran...and nothing could be further from the truth. He wields his position as King like a cudgel, and thanks to his oratory skills, and his brilliant propagandists, he has convinced most of the Terran race that he is, in fact, a God among mortals, placed upon the world to guide the destiny of the Greatest Of Peoples, the terran race.
His personality reflects this elaborate mythology. He acts as if it is his word alone that determines the fate of the entire world. He demands utter loyalty and obedience, and swiftly punishes those who do not bend to his every whim. Although he is not a very skilled tactician, his advisers are too terrified to countermand his orders, no matter how suicidal.
Background: Waeleth was not always the unquestioned ruler of the Terran world. He was born the bastard son of a robber-vassal, who promptly had his mother murdered, and tried to murder the young Waeleth as well, stuffing the infant in a sack and throwing it into the river Alamy.
Luckily for Waeleth, the Alamy's currents can be quite strong, and he washed ashore on a parcel of land belonging to another of Waeleden's many vassals, a man named Otiel. Otiel was a scholar, specializing in genealogy. He had no children of his own, though he was very fond of them, even going as far as to watch over the children of his servants and hired hands while they went about their work.
That would have been the end of the tale, with Waeleth as the serving-boy of a grizzled old scholar, were it not for Waeleth's fierce sense of pride, and ambition for power. He was determined to make his name known throughout the kingdom, and was not afraid of using others to achieve this end.
Otiel liked children, and often told stories. Some of these, were of the lost line of Waeledenian kings, not seen since the War of Oblivion. Seeing an opportunity, Waeleth made a point to keep the old man talking about this line of kings, and how a descendant could be recognized, if he ever emerged. Otiel, thinking it just youthful exuberance, described, in great detail, a sigil of twin snakes, coiled around a diamond. This was the Great Seal of the ancient kings, and the legends stated that each child born into the line had a birthmark in the shape of the seal.
Waeleth spent the next three years researching the exact form of the seal. This study took the young man all over the countryside, from Failewyn to Doshor Avaroth. He, at one point, even attempted to speak with the mythical figure Cael Oreth about the history and lineage of the Wael kings, though her proclamation that there was not a drop of royal blood in his veins enraged him to the point that he nearly attacked the old crone. As it was, two of his servants pulled him away, while a third fell to her insatiable thirst.
There are rumors that he even journeyed to Erchaea, to speak with the Lich Lord. Some say he offered to send all of his convicts to Erchaea in exchange for some sinister gains, but none of these rumors can be proven. Conspiracy theorists claim that the fist-sized Onyx in his crown was a gift from the Lich, and it is magically enhanced to be able to see Death approaching, and that is why Waeleth always knows who is trying to assassinate him. These rumors are whispered in hushed tones at small, clandestine meeting places, as saying anything like that about the King is grounds for immediate arrest, and usually ends in execution.
Eventually, Waeleth returned to Otiel's home, only he seemed much prouder, more boastful. He eagerly showed the old scholar his 'birthmark', which was in reality nothing more than a self-inflicted tattoo. His eyes failing him, Otiel exclaimed that the birthmark was the sign of a royal descendant. They journeyed to the capital, where Waeleth stood in front of a council that would determine if he was legitimately the heir apparent to the long-empty throne.
While the council was deciding, Waeleth paid an assassin a great sum of gold to poison the council's wine. Once the assassin did so, Waeleth strangled him. The next day, the council that had ruled in place of a king was dead, and Waeleth stepped forward and announced that he had the mark. From that point on, he has ruled as King. He has held the post for nearly two decades, and thanks to his handpicked cabinet of brilliant propagandists, and an intense campaign of indoctrination, the overwhelming majority of the Terran race now sees him as he has always seen himself: as God.
Skills/Talents: Waeleth is a brilliant public speaker, and can easily sway the masses however he chooses. He is also very talented at weeding out potential insurgencies and traitors, and seems to simply 'know' who is going to betray him, and how. Some suspect he stages the occasional treason or assassination attempt in order to whip the commoners into a patriotic fervor.
Weaknesses: Waeleth is arrogant in the extreme, believing himself to be absolutely and unequivocally correct in every single thing, from his attire to his treatment of his own people to his ruthless expansions. This pride often causes blunders that the simplest child could point out.
Mary Sue Rationale: Softspoken and also a great orator. That's just one of the many contradictions here.
Race: Terran
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Waeleden, Horus District
Arcane or Secular: Secular
Physical Description: Waeleth is a thin man, standing 5'4" tall and weighing just under 130 lbs. He has quiet, unassuming facial features, and the typical brown hair and eyes that most terrans share. He wears the finest clothing available anywhere in Waeleden, as one would expect from its King. His jacket is made from the finest Stygian-hide leather in existence anywhere in Eshathar...also, it is the ONLY stygian-hide leather anywhere in Eshathar...and nearly 100 terrans died to gather it. His crown is forged not of gold, but of Mithril Steel, an alloy made from the combination of the two metals. Jewels of every describable variety line the outside of it, with an enormous, fist-sized Onyx in the center, hanging down to cover his forehead between the eyes. This Onyx is purest black, and only one small nick, from a failed assassination attempt, marks its surface.
Personality: Waeleth appears to be a softspoken, unassuming terran...and nothing could be further from the truth. He wields his position as King like a cudgel, and thanks to his oratory skills, and his brilliant propagandists, he has convinced most of the Terran race that he is, in fact, a God among mortals, placed upon the world to guide the destiny of the Greatest Of Peoples, the terran race.
His personality reflects this elaborate mythology. He acts as if it is his word alone that determines the fate of the entire world. He demands utter loyalty and obedience, and swiftly punishes those who do not bend to his every whim. Although he is not a very skilled tactician, his advisers are too terrified to countermand his orders, no matter how suicidal.
Background: Waeleth was not always the unquestioned ruler of the Terran world. He was born the bastard son of a robber-vassal, who promptly had his mother murdered, and tried to murder the young Waeleth as well, stuffing the infant in a sack and throwing it into the river Alamy.
Luckily for Waeleth, the Alamy's currents can be quite strong, and he washed ashore on a parcel of land belonging to another of Waeleden's many vassals, a man named Otiel. Otiel was a scholar, specializing in genealogy. He had no children of his own, though he was very fond of them, even going as far as to watch over the children of his servants and hired hands while they went about their work.
That would have been the end of the tale, with Waeleth as the serving-boy of a grizzled old scholar, were it not for Waeleth's fierce sense of pride, and ambition for power. He was determined to make his name known throughout the kingdom, and was not afraid of using others to achieve this end.
Otiel liked children, and often told stories. Some of these, were of the lost line of Waeledenian kings, not seen since the War of Oblivion. Seeing an opportunity, Waeleth made a point to keep the old man talking about this line of kings, and how a descendant could be recognized, if he ever emerged. Otiel, thinking it just youthful exuberance, described, in great detail, a sigil of twin snakes, coiled around a diamond. This was the Great Seal of the ancient kings, and the legends stated that each child born into the line had a birthmark in the shape of the seal.
Waeleth spent the next three years researching the exact form of the seal. This study took the young man all over the countryside, from Failewyn to Doshor Avaroth. He, at one point, even attempted to speak with the mythical figure Cael Oreth about the history and lineage of the Wael kings, though her proclamation that there was not a drop of royal blood in his veins enraged him to the point that he nearly attacked the old crone. As it was, two of his servants pulled him away, while a third fell to her insatiable thirst.
There are rumors that he even journeyed to Erchaea, to speak with the Lich Lord. Some say he offered to send all of his convicts to Erchaea in exchange for some sinister gains, but none of these rumors can be proven. Conspiracy theorists claim that the fist-sized Onyx in his crown was a gift from the Lich, and it is magically enhanced to be able to see Death approaching, and that is why Waeleth always knows who is trying to assassinate him. These rumors are whispered in hushed tones at small, clandestine meeting places, as saying anything like that about the King is grounds for immediate arrest, and usually ends in execution.
Eventually, Waeleth returned to Otiel's home, only he seemed much prouder, more boastful. He eagerly showed the old scholar his 'birthmark', which was in reality nothing more than a self-inflicted tattoo. His eyes failing him, Otiel exclaimed that the birthmark was the sign of a royal descendant. They journeyed to the capital, where Waeleth stood in front of a council that would determine if he was legitimately the heir apparent to the long-empty throne.
While the council was deciding, Waeleth paid an assassin a great sum of gold to poison the council's wine. Once the assassin did so, Waeleth strangled him. The next day, the council that had ruled in place of a king was dead, and Waeleth stepped forward and announced that he had the mark. From that point on, he has ruled as King. He has held the post for nearly two decades, and thanks to his handpicked cabinet of brilliant propagandists, and an intense campaign of indoctrination, the overwhelming majority of the Terran race now sees him as he has always seen himself: as God.
Skills/Talents: Waeleth is a brilliant public speaker, and can easily sway the masses however he chooses. He is also very talented at weeding out potential insurgencies and traitors, and seems to simply 'know' who is going to betray him, and how. Some suspect he stages the occasional treason or assassination attempt in order to whip the commoners into a patriotic fervor.
Weaknesses: Waeleth is arrogant in the extreme, believing himself to be absolutely and unequivocally correct in every single thing, from his attire to his treatment of his own people to his ruthless expansions. This pride often causes blunders that the simplest child could point out.
Mary Sue Rationale: Softspoken and also a great orator. That's just one of the many contradictions here.