Post by jayo159 on Feb 5, 2011 18:19:41 GMT -5
Name:
Xianex Arcane
Age:
Roughly 176 years old. He lost count.
Race:
Elvish
Occupation:
Xianex is a Nomad by choice. He works for his survival.
Allegiance:
The Race of the Elves, not the politics involved.
Physical Description:
Xianex is, as any elf is, completely vain. The first thing any being's eyes are drawn to is the markings on his arm. Placed there when he turned 100, they resemble a wild cats fur, or sometimes, like snake designs up his arm. The next feature one would notice would be his eyes. The marks on his arms were magically put there, but his electric blue eyes are completely natural.
Xianex's long hair is next on the list of being noticed. It is almost completely black with a few patches of dark, bark brown throughout. While it seems counterproductive, he keeps his hair rough and shaggy. Like other elves, he has no facial hair, and in fact, cannot grow it.
His body is also like almost every other elves. He isn't muscle bound but is tone, his slender body being the type that doesn't look like it could survive TOO much abuse. In truth, he is faster, stronger, and just more athletically suited than any human could hope to be.
Lastly, Xianex generally dresses in plain cloth clothes, though he is known to carry a sword, sheathed and at his belt. He also can be found with a quiver full of arrows on his back, and a bow either in hand, or extremely close by.
Personality:
Xianex tries to not be a serious person though when he needs to be serious, his concentration can not be broken. The smile never fades off his face, and he is the first to crack a joke at his own expense. He is physically conceited, but morally humble. He would rather work his way out of a fight than to engage in a violent confrontation.
Xianex is also the type of person to try to think things before he says them outloud; he tends to listen before he talks. The spoken word is extremely valuable to him.
History:
Xianex was born in Ellesméra. His parents were not rich, but they were extremely old, which made them powerful in the politics of the elves. His family was in the public eye for as long as he could remember.
Growing up was easy for him. His parents image got him far into the friendship of quite a few of the elves, but kept him in the eye of their enemies. When he turned 20 he discovered his keen eye for magic. He was considered a great magic user as he was learner, due to his incredible self control, and creativity of the art. Like any other elf, he learned to better his magic from the riders.
When he went through the typical egg hatching test of elves, he was disappointed to find that he was no match for any of the available eggs, but a wise elder told him to "not worry, you're time is neither then or now, but perhaps may be in the future of time."
At the age of 75, he had been living a completely typical elvish life. He was starting to participate openly in his families politics, and his childhood magical power was starting to fade to a normal limit. He was educated and interested in poetry. Things were about to change for him though.
A few weeks after his birthday, he was called to a meeting with his parents, and the parents of another powerful family. They were talking about uniting their power to make an alliance, but were not sure how to accomplish this without arousing suspicion from the other elves. They had decided to marry Xianex and the other family's daughter together, with or without their permission. Xianex was shocked and boldly told his father no. His father was extremely mad, and cursed Xianex, removing him from the family for treachery. Seeing this as another political move, Xianex left Ellesméra and vowed to never go back in the ancient language.
In his heart though, he knew he could never completely leave Du Weldenvarden, so he began to wander the forest. He didn't know what he was seeking, but just that he was seeking. It was an open book.
Years and years later, Xianex still wanders. His borders have moved to include all of Algaesia, but he is still searching, unsure of what he is looking for.. That pages are turning, and ink is drying. This is the next chapter.
Roleplaying Sample:
The moon shown down onto the clearing of tree's in front of him, but he was uninterested in what it might reveal to him. He wasn't here to enjoy nature, but instead to investigate a disturbance on the edge of the forest, closest area to a human city that he knew of. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let the tendrils of his energy and personality shoot out of his body, looking for life. He saw the burning energy of ants and rodents, and even a few squirrels, but nothing bigger.
Xianex sighed and opened his eyes. Looking at the sky, he arched his back in a cat like fashion, stretching, and continued silently through the night. Another hundred yards of the forest past by him and he stops again. Looking toward the tree in front of him, he gets a very clever idea. Climbing up it, he lets his tendrils go again, this time, seeing the shape of a human like creature laying at the base of a tree about 10 yards further.
Wanting to examine the shape without being noticed, he closes off his mind from any mental attacks and jumps his was from tree to tree, progressively getting closer to the ground. When he finally got to the tree in particular, he was shocked to see that it wasn't a human that was laying there, but an elf....
