Post by ryan on Oct 26, 2010 15:14:01 GMT -5
Name:Eris
Age:Appears to be thirty-five, but in reality is two hundred.Race:Shade, former Human
Occupation:Wanderer
Allegiance:Independent
Physical Description: At a towering six foot four inches, Eris is an extremely noticeable being. His height makes him stand out like a soar thumb, but this trait is not the one that common folk target in on. His eyes are the two most single attribute about him that really daze people, they're as gold as the sun. To top off the oddly colored eyes, Eris' skin is a pale white. Luckily his sensitive skin forces him to wear full body length clothes, which in turn helps him conceal his true nature.
At all times Eris is seen wearing his gray, moon-colored robes. Whenever outside he has the hood up, he rarely takes it down. If it is down it can only be at night due to his sensitive skin. Underneath his robes is where his one and only weapon lies. Latched around his belt a sword rests in it's scabbard. With a gray hilt, and a blade that matches, everything about Eris seems to be the neutral gray color.
Personality: As cold as his very own skin, Eris cares for no one, but one. Himself. He refuses to divulge his power, or his time, in petty politics. Eris is not one to work with others, the only circumstances would lead to him resorting on others would be is if his life depended upon it. He has no problem using others to ensure his own survival, or rise in power. That's the only motivation Eris has, he knows there is ways to become more powerful. He has does whatever he can to become more powerful, his ultimate goal is to become the ruler of Order. Control the riders, control the world is how he views this current time frame. He's been through his fair share of leaders and realizes now, the riders are at their peak of fame, their highest level of power.
History: Isolation was how Eris spent the majority of his life. He never was one for being civilized, he enjoyed the isolation his father, and him shared since his birth. He was born in the isolation of some forest, the closest town miles away from them. He had never met his mother, nor did he care. He was happy with his father, and how he treated him. As Eris began to age, he noticed something unusual about himself. At the age of twelve, his father revealed his secret to his son. He was a sorcerer, and now Eris was showing the same traits.
As the years began to progress, Eris continued showing improvement every day. His father was a good teacher, but Eris possessed abilities that soon began to even impress his father. His father had not reached this sort of strength at such a young age. Eris was seventeen when he was able to summon spirits to do his bidding. This was an interesting trait for a magic-user, and somewhat frowned upon. Calling upon spirits could be a very dangerous feat, his father explained, and banned the use from the household.
Even though this was banned, Eris continued to train this ability. He lived in a forest, it was not to complicated to find a secluded space to train. He continued learning the weaker form of magic from his father, doing useless feats, and trained himself how to use this sort of darker magic. His father did however teach him how to use a blade, every night the two would spar. This was Eris' second favorite activity, behind summoning spirits.
When he was twenty years old, he decided it was time to move out. His father was still young enough to take care of himself, yet old enough to understand Eris would not stay there forever. He spent the majority of twenty years locked away in forest. The two rarely went to town. Eris packed up his items, and made his way from the home. His father presented him with one last gift, a sword. His father never disclosed how he had such a weapon, but Eris was not worried about the history, he was excited that his father presented him with such a gift.
A swift goodbye, Eris left. He traveled for a few more years. He had finally found a small town to settle in. A place quiet enough for him to get by. This is where he met the girl of his dreams. A fair-skinned, blond, with blue eyes, girl named Aziza. He had met her through the shop that he helped run for an uncle of his. He had seen her around the town countless time, but he never thought she payed him any attention. But she made it evident that she liked him every time he stopped by the shop. After a few years the two grew more and more fond of each other, and finally then the two of them were twenty five, they were married, with a son on the way.
The two were able to buy a house together, she stayed home to tend to their son, Elrich, while he continued to work at the local store. His uncle, however, was growing older. He began to suffer from illnesses, and his appearances at the store became less and less. When Eris was thirty years old, his uncle passed away. Leaving with him everything. The shop, his money, and his home. Eris was saddened by the event, his uncle was like a second father to him, he sold the shop, and the two homes he now owned in the small town. Aziza had no objections, the two were to move to Ceunon, a place where Eris would be able to great a grand shop with the money he had now. The plans were set forth, and over the next five years the two lived happily in Ceunon, and Eris' magic traits remained hidden, only him and his father knew of them.
One day Eris was at the shop, the only one there, except a few customers, just another average day at work for him. As the hours past, and the sales kept coming, Eris decided it was time to close shop. He went through his normal security measures, and was able to close the door behind him with contempt. As he strolled down the street he noticed a struggle happening outside. A group of people were fighting with a single teenager. The boy was only sixteen years old maximum. The group, however, was full of at least twenty year olds. Eris sighed as he moved swiftly toward the group. "Hey, hey. Break it up," he bellowed. His hand was on his waist near his sword. He was trained well, he had to enforce the rules of his shop a few times before. One of the members of the group stepped forward, the beating had stopped for a few moments.
The two began to argue, and the group member drew his own sword. Eris was able to draw his just in time to deflect a blow that would have completely severed his left arm. He used a quick faint, and sent a slash toward the kids rib cage, slicing through his layers of clothes, and blood began to trickle out. He was trying to end the fight without a death, but he was not able to. In the end of the struggle, the member lay on the ground, clutching his stomach. He refused to surrender, and Eris was more powerful then he had thought. He had killed him. The rest of the group quickly ran off, leaving only Eris, the victim, and a body.
He quickly retrieved the boy who was being jumped, and slowly dragged him back to his house, leaving the body of the man he had killed. He knew it was not a smart idea, but he had to tend to the one kid's wounds before he tried to redeem himself. So he brought him back to the house, Elrich, pounding him with questions. Aziza, stood there a worried look on her face. Eris dismissed both of them, and began helping the boy. Not a few hours later, and there was a pounding on the door. Calling Eris' name. He stood from his position, and reluctantly went to the door. As soon as he made it there, it was kicked in. Stunning him for a few moments. Before he knew it, he was being restrained by two men, while he watched as the group swarmed in, swords in all hands. Hacking and terrorizing his whole house. He screamed in anger as Aziza, Elrich, and the teenager were pulled out.
He watched as the blades flew into the air, and came down simultaneously. Blood stained the floor. One of the culprits made his way toward Eris. He stood before him, but as he began to raise his sword, the room shook. A white light illuminated the room, and in an instant spirits flew up. They circled around the room, and in an instant flew into Eris. Eris' hair began to grow in length, it covered his now pale face. The two that were holding him, dropped him in fear. Eris' body stayed in the positioned that he was restrained in, he was on both knees, eyes to the sky now. His long hair began to flow behind him. All of a sudden, he snapped his head back down. Golden eyes were starring now upon the leader.
A gentle voice came from Eris, "Goodbye," he lifted his hand, muttered a few words. And in an instant everything around him was ablaze. Burning down around him. He stood in the fire as it surrounded him, all he could do was laugh. He felt the power within him now. But before anyone could make it to the house, it's inhabitants were dead, and Eris was no where to be seen. He could not explain what happened, nor could he even remember what he was. All he knew now was what he is. An evil spirit, trapped in a vessel, with more power then he could ever imagine.
Time to Eris no longer matter. He had nothing to live for, but he did not plan on dying anytime soon. He only cared for himself. he was now void of emotion. There was not much that he could do. He had become immortal at the age of thirty-five, and not a day had passed that had changed his appearance. Eris' fascination with dark magic had come quickly, and soon consumed his life. That's all he cared about now, was being as powerful as he could ever be. He had to continue training, he had to take lives to gain power, he learned this long ago.
Over the course of the next century he spent his time in isolation. Sneaking out in the night to find victims to use. To try and find ways to overpower people. The elves were known for their magi,c, but shades were as well. They were extremely powerful, and they to could only die due to battle wounds. Eris was two hundred, and he had learned much. He knew he was not all-powerful, that would take time, but he did know that he could make it there some day.
With this new vessel, he could do unimaginable feats, and he was going to try and use it to the best of his ability. He knew that there was a race in Alegasia that everyone at least held respect for, the Order. The Riders were powerful, extremely powerful. He who controls the power is always up to lose that power if someone strong enough comes along, Eris wanted to be that someone.
Roleplaying Sample:
The gasps of the villagers could be heard as an average sized man walked up into the town. His staff planted itself into the ground, sending up a small amount of dirt. As the questions began to bombard the man, he just sighed. He was not here to answer questions, nor was he here to tell stories. He had only one reason, and that was to find Yuna, his daughter. Ever since he felt life again, he had not been able to meet up with his daughter. This was the first place he decided to check, for various reasons. He would travel the roads again, making route to the temples once more, like he was re-newing his pilgrimage.
His multi-colored robes stood out in the crowd. The reds, purples, blues and silvers all seemed to flow together. Creating a superior image of the man. His golden tipped staff was held in his right hand, and his odd shaped hat continued to rest upon his head. He still maintained the image of a High Summoner, because he still held that rank.
"Yes, yes, Sin is gone. Yes, of course. No, that did not happen," He circled around, trying to answer as many questions as he could. He figured that if he didn't answer the questions the villagers would turn angry. The eternal calm was still hard to believe in the eyes of the people of Spira, but it was true. Sin was surely gone. There was really no need to worry anymore, creatures still lingered among the roads, and were still a threat, but they were nothing compared to the destructiveness that Sin once was.
"I am looking for my daughter, Lady Yuna, is she here?" The crowd went silent, mutters could be heard, and finally one spoke up.
"No, sorry. She is not," He reluctantly answered.
Lord Braska just grinned, they somewhat hesitant to disappoint the man. He was not surprised that he did not find her here. She was still as important, if not more, than anyone else in Spira, and there were still things that needed tending too. He was just surprised that even after witnessing everyone else return that she had not gone to search for him. But of course, for all he knew she was looking for him, the two just had yet to meet up. "Very well, I must visit the temple, and then I shall be on my way. If you will excuse me, I will gladly answer any questions, and share my tale with you before I embark on my journey. But now, I must pray," he announced with a bow, and in front of him a clearing seemed to appear.
Stepping from the crowd was a major relief for the summoner, he did not enjoy being surrounded, to be pounded by hundreds of questions. During his pilgrimage many just ignored him, doubting his abilities. He was not used to the new reputation he had. He was seen as a hero now, not as a joke. People respected the man, even envied him. Before he was just another summoner who would fail. Shaking his head as he continued to walk. Right now all he wanted to do was see a familiar face.
Age:Appears to be thirty-five, but in reality is two hundred.Race:Shade, former Human
Occupation:Wanderer
Allegiance:Independent
Physical Description: At a towering six foot four inches, Eris is an extremely noticeable being. His height makes him stand out like a soar thumb, but this trait is not the one that common folk target in on. His eyes are the two most single attribute about him that really daze people, they're as gold as the sun. To top off the oddly colored eyes, Eris' skin is a pale white. Luckily his sensitive skin forces him to wear full body length clothes, which in turn helps him conceal his true nature.
At all times Eris is seen wearing his gray, moon-colored robes. Whenever outside he has the hood up, he rarely takes it down. If it is down it can only be at night due to his sensitive skin. Underneath his robes is where his one and only weapon lies. Latched around his belt a sword rests in it's scabbard. With a gray hilt, and a blade that matches, everything about Eris seems to be the neutral gray color.
Personality: As cold as his very own skin, Eris cares for no one, but one. Himself. He refuses to divulge his power, or his time, in petty politics. Eris is not one to work with others, the only circumstances would lead to him resorting on others would be is if his life depended upon it. He has no problem using others to ensure his own survival, or rise in power. That's the only motivation Eris has, he knows there is ways to become more powerful. He has does whatever he can to become more powerful, his ultimate goal is to become the ruler of Order. Control the riders, control the world is how he views this current time frame. He's been through his fair share of leaders and realizes now, the riders are at their peak of fame, their highest level of power.
History: Isolation was how Eris spent the majority of his life. He never was one for being civilized, he enjoyed the isolation his father, and him shared since his birth. He was born in the isolation of some forest, the closest town miles away from them. He had never met his mother, nor did he care. He was happy with his father, and how he treated him. As Eris began to age, he noticed something unusual about himself. At the age of twelve, his father revealed his secret to his son. He was a sorcerer, and now Eris was showing the same traits.
As the years began to progress, Eris continued showing improvement every day. His father was a good teacher, but Eris possessed abilities that soon began to even impress his father. His father had not reached this sort of strength at such a young age. Eris was seventeen when he was able to summon spirits to do his bidding. This was an interesting trait for a magic-user, and somewhat frowned upon. Calling upon spirits could be a very dangerous feat, his father explained, and banned the use from the household.
Even though this was banned, Eris continued to train this ability. He lived in a forest, it was not to complicated to find a secluded space to train. He continued learning the weaker form of magic from his father, doing useless feats, and trained himself how to use this sort of darker magic. His father did however teach him how to use a blade, every night the two would spar. This was Eris' second favorite activity, behind summoning spirits.
When he was twenty years old, he decided it was time to move out. His father was still young enough to take care of himself, yet old enough to understand Eris would not stay there forever. He spent the majority of twenty years locked away in forest. The two rarely went to town. Eris packed up his items, and made his way from the home. His father presented him with one last gift, a sword. His father never disclosed how he had such a weapon, but Eris was not worried about the history, he was excited that his father presented him with such a gift.
A swift goodbye, Eris left. He traveled for a few more years. He had finally found a small town to settle in. A place quiet enough for him to get by. This is where he met the girl of his dreams. A fair-skinned, blond, with blue eyes, girl named Aziza. He had met her through the shop that he helped run for an uncle of his. He had seen her around the town countless time, but he never thought she payed him any attention. But she made it evident that she liked him every time he stopped by the shop. After a few years the two grew more and more fond of each other, and finally then the two of them were twenty five, they were married, with a son on the way.
The two were able to buy a house together, she stayed home to tend to their son, Elrich, while he continued to work at the local store. His uncle, however, was growing older. He began to suffer from illnesses, and his appearances at the store became less and less. When Eris was thirty years old, his uncle passed away. Leaving with him everything. The shop, his money, and his home. Eris was saddened by the event, his uncle was like a second father to him, he sold the shop, and the two homes he now owned in the small town. Aziza had no objections, the two were to move to Ceunon, a place where Eris would be able to great a grand shop with the money he had now. The plans were set forth, and over the next five years the two lived happily in Ceunon, and Eris' magic traits remained hidden, only him and his father knew of them.
One day Eris was at the shop, the only one there, except a few customers, just another average day at work for him. As the hours past, and the sales kept coming, Eris decided it was time to close shop. He went through his normal security measures, and was able to close the door behind him with contempt. As he strolled down the street he noticed a struggle happening outside. A group of people were fighting with a single teenager. The boy was only sixteen years old maximum. The group, however, was full of at least twenty year olds. Eris sighed as he moved swiftly toward the group. "Hey, hey. Break it up," he bellowed. His hand was on his waist near his sword. He was trained well, he had to enforce the rules of his shop a few times before. One of the members of the group stepped forward, the beating had stopped for a few moments.
The two began to argue, and the group member drew his own sword. Eris was able to draw his just in time to deflect a blow that would have completely severed his left arm. He used a quick faint, and sent a slash toward the kids rib cage, slicing through his layers of clothes, and blood began to trickle out. He was trying to end the fight without a death, but he was not able to. In the end of the struggle, the member lay on the ground, clutching his stomach. He refused to surrender, and Eris was more powerful then he had thought. He had killed him. The rest of the group quickly ran off, leaving only Eris, the victim, and a body.
He quickly retrieved the boy who was being jumped, and slowly dragged him back to his house, leaving the body of the man he had killed. He knew it was not a smart idea, but he had to tend to the one kid's wounds before he tried to redeem himself. So he brought him back to the house, Elrich, pounding him with questions. Aziza, stood there a worried look on her face. Eris dismissed both of them, and began helping the boy. Not a few hours later, and there was a pounding on the door. Calling Eris' name. He stood from his position, and reluctantly went to the door. As soon as he made it there, it was kicked in. Stunning him for a few moments. Before he knew it, he was being restrained by two men, while he watched as the group swarmed in, swords in all hands. Hacking and terrorizing his whole house. He screamed in anger as Aziza, Elrich, and the teenager were pulled out.
He watched as the blades flew into the air, and came down simultaneously. Blood stained the floor. One of the culprits made his way toward Eris. He stood before him, but as he began to raise his sword, the room shook. A white light illuminated the room, and in an instant spirits flew up. They circled around the room, and in an instant flew into Eris. Eris' hair began to grow in length, it covered his now pale face. The two that were holding him, dropped him in fear. Eris' body stayed in the positioned that he was restrained in, he was on both knees, eyes to the sky now. His long hair began to flow behind him. All of a sudden, he snapped his head back down. Golden eyes were starring now upon the leader.
A gentle voice came from Eris, "Goodbye," he lifted his hand, muttered a few words. And in an instant everything around him was ablaze. Burning down around him. He stood in the fire as it surrounded him, all he could do was laugh. He felt the power within him now. But before anyone could make it to the house, it's inhabitants were dead, and Eris was no where to be seen. He could not explain what happened, nor could he even remember what he was. All he knew now was what he is. An evil spirit, trapped in a vessel, with more power then he could ever imagine.
Time to Eris no longer matter. He had nothing to live for, but he did not plan on dying anytime soon. He only cared for himself. he was now void of emotion. There was not much that he could do. He had become immortal at the age of thirty-five, and not a day had passed that had changed his appearance. Eris' fascination with dark magic had come quickly, and soon consumed his life. That's all he cared about now, was being as powerful as he could ever be. He had to continue training, he had to take lives to gain power, he learned this long ago.
Over the course of the next century he spent his time in isolation. Sneaking out in the night to find victims to use. To try and find ways to overpower people. The elves were known for their magi,c, but shades were as well. They were extremely powerful, and they to could only die due to battle wounds. Eris was two hundred, and he had learned much. He knew he was not all-powerful, that would take time, but he did know that he could make it there some day.
With this new vessel, he could do unimaginable feats, and he was going to try and use it to the best of his ability. He knew that there was a race in Alegasia that everyone at least held respect for, the Order. The Riders were powerful, extremely powerful. He who controls the power is always up to lose that power if someone strong enough comes along, Eris wanted to be that someone.
Roleplaying Sample:
The gasps of the villagers could be heard as an average sized man walked up into the town. His staff planted itself into the ground, sending up a small amount of dirt. As the questions began to bombard the man, he just sighed. He was not here to answer questions, nor was he here to tell stories. He had only one reason, and that was to find Yuna, his daughter. Ever since he felt life again, he had not been able to meet up with his daughter. This was the first place he decided to check, for various reasons. He would travel the roads again, making route to the temples once more, like he was re-newing his pilgrimage.
His multi-colored robes stood out in the crowd. The reds, purples, blues and silvers all seemed to flow together. Creating a superior image of the man. His golden tipped staff was held in his right hand, and his odd shaped hat continued to rest upon his head. He still maintained the image of a High Summoner, because he still held that rank.
"Yes, yes, Sin is gone. Yes, of course. No, that did not happen," He circled around, trying to answer as many questions as he could. He figured that if he didn't answer the questions the villagers would turn angry. The eternal calm was still hard to believe in the eyes of the people of Spira, but it was true. Sin was surely gone. There was really no need to worry anymore, creatures still lingered among the roads, and were still a threat, but they were nothing compared to the destructiveness that Sin once was.
"I am looking for my daughter, Lady Yuna, is she here?" The crowd went silent, mutters could be heard, and finally one spoke up.
"No, sorry. She is not," He reluctantly answered.
Lord Braska just grinned, they somewhat hesitant to disappoint the man. He was not surprised that he did not find her here. She was still as important, if not more, than anyone else in Spira, and there were still things that needed tending too. He was just surprised that even after witnessing everyone else return that she had not gone to search for him. But of course, for all he knew she was looking for him, the two just had yet to meet up. "Very well, I must visit the temple, and then I shall be on my way. If you will excuse me, I will gladly answer any questions, and share my tale with you before I embark on my journey. But now, I must pray," he announced with a bow, and in front of him a clearing seemed to appear.
Stepping from the crowd was a major relief for the summoner, he did not enjoy being surrounded, to be pounded by hundreds of questions. During his pilgrimage many just ignored him, doubting his abilities. He was not used to the new reputation he had. He was seen as a hero now, not as a joke. People respected the man, even envied him. Before he was just another summoner who would fail. Shaking his head as he continued to walk. Right now all he wanted to do was see a familiar face.
