Post by Elaniver on Feb 7, 2012 17:45:39 GMT -5
Name: Elaniver
Age: 35 (spirits), 27 (body they inhabit)
Race: Shade
Occupation: Dictator
Allegiance: Himself
Physical Description: Elaniver is a figure that would be considered rather attractive by the opposite sex were it not for his rather brash personality. A slim bearing belies his athletic capabilities and his glossy white hair cascades down his back, giving him an almost feminine look which he has in the past been mocked for. He has a sharp angle to his face and slightly faded orange eyes. His posture his straight backed and proud, generating from his arrogance and allows him to rise to his full height of 6.5 with ease. His clothing is usually composed of black leather armour adorning his legs and torso, covered by a coat of white with peculiar black markings that have no significance to anything in particular, but Elaniver composed them himself in the hope that when his goals are finally fulfilled, he will have made the markings represent fear and loyalty throughout the land. He is rarely seen with any weapons as he does not believe them to be a necessary addition to his magical prowess, however he has developed a spell which allows red glowing blade like objects to appear from his palms which appear to have the quality of swords, some might say this is a rather unnecessary addition when he could just have a sword, but he believes that it is necessary to cement in everyone’s mind that he is better than them
Personality: The word ‘psychotic’ is bandied about far too often these days, however if there was ever a word that would describe Elaniver then it would be that. However, most would find it infuriatingly difficult to actually pinpoint the characteristics that make him so as he has a habit of explaining his actions, an act which most psychotics’ are kind enough to not bother with. For example he is by nature a sadistic being but when this is raised in his presence his argument would be that when you’re a compilation of restless spirits and your main source of income is terrorising the weak, it would be odd and not in the least bit beneficial to not be rather sadistic. His is of course a selfish being as his philosophy of ‘well I did most of the work’ (admittedly its usually terrified villagers who actually do most of the work, but Elaniver is the one who has to stand there making sure they do their ruddy job) is put to play fairly often. His arrogance ranges somewhere between self satisfied and through the roof due to his magical prowess and firm belief that he is simply better. However he also likes to think that he has a sense of humour, cracking jokes as he murders and often remarking on the joys of life which sadly rarely means anything pleasant for anyone else.
History: Elaniver’s past is somewhat sketchy however most people would start at the shade’s formation or summoning. A sorcerer named Gruin and his apprentice and daughter Ecruin were researching into ways of controlling the spirits that amalgamated within one body when a shade was formed, running through possible scenario’s and even testing the theory on geese (most of which died in the process). However one day a specimen got far closer to success than ever before, surviving long enough to absorb the spirits that would soon be known as Elaniver and flapping wildly at Ecruin before disintegrating. Gruin took that as a sign that they had found the correct method and that the spirits wished to inhabit Ecruin, thus an excited Ecruin was prepared and the two eagerly performed the rite. The spirits poured into Ecruin and announced themselves as Elaniver, laughing at Gruin’s confusion as Ecruin wasn’t in the least bit of control and explaining that their limited time in the goose allowed them to convince him to use his own daughter so they might have a human body to control. A grief stricken Gruin, realising his foolishness and cursing his work, asked Elaniver if there was a way that they could release Ecruin and possess him instead. Amused and struck with a sudden idea, Elaniver said that there was one way but that it would be very painful for both of them. Gruin of course was only too keen to accept this as fact and begged that Elaniver grant him this gift, at which Elaniver smiled, saying that as he was ‘such a devilishly brilliant person if he does say so himself’, he could probably take the immense pain for the idiot who summoned him. He then requested that Gruin close his eyes as “the human mind isn’t built to witness such horrors”. Once Gruin had done so, Elaniver grabbed a carving knife and slit his (or her) own throat, screaming as he was wrenched from the young girls form and immediately swept into Gruin’s, forcing him to open his eyes and see his dead daughter, causing his last thoughts before his psyche was extinguished to be of total despair.
Elaniver’s next action was to flee the small village and take refuge in the woods while he recovered from the pain of death and reforming within another, which took approximately 5 months. When he recovered he noticed that since his new fusion he felt far stronger than when he had taken Ecruin, causing him to realise that he only got stronger when the body he inhabited was killed and that so long as he was close enough to another living thing when it happened and had time to recover from the experience, he could probably do it again. Struck by this thought he returned to the village, the occupants of whom had by this time found Ecruin’s corpse and assumed that Gruin (an unpopular man around town due to his experiments) had killed her before fleeing. Upon seeing the form of Gruin but not knowing what dwelled within, the villagers formed a mob and marched him to the town hall, demanding his execution. Elaniver was strapped to a barrel and the town’s most leading academic was elected the executioner, as he was asked if he had any last words Elaniver screamed “the world will hear my voice from the shadows, all will see my face in their dreams, none will be ignorant of the name of their nightmare, and its name is-“ at which point the executed him, cutting off his sentence. The courtyard was filled with a scream as the spirits left Gruin’s now useless corpse and flooded into the academic who’s scream joined that of the spirits, the villagers cowered in fear and scattered into their houses, when the screams died down, the possessed academic was the only one left in the courtyard, still he whispered the name “-Elaniver” before swiftly disappearing back into the woods to recover once more.
It took Elaniver an entire two years to recover this time, in which time he concluded that he probably wouldn’t be able to take that much pain again and so decided to not try it again. Once he had finally recovered however, he marched back into the village once again, magically assembling a podium out of the market stalls that surrounded the courtyard where he had both been executed and performed the execution, killing half of the town’s population and declaring to the other half that the village was now his.
Since then the villagers have been terrified under his rule, forced to go about their daily business whilst knowing that at any point Elaniver could decide that they weren’t pulling their weight and ‘do the rest a kindness’ by killing them. He forced the town’s embroiderers to weave his coat with the bizarre markings he sketched himself, claiming that it was his robe of office. He has even had the villagers chalk up the words ‘days since possible uprising’ and the corresponding day (he has quelled approximately 4 since his reign began). He has declared that any new born child must be delivered to him so that he might use them as dummies for spells. The villagers are subdued to their poor lot life has now given them, Elaniver now thinks of the village as a model railway, the precursor to far greater things, now he has his eye roaming the rest of the world.
Roleplaying Sample: Elaniver stared off into the middle distance, not really paying attention to the man currently grovelling in front of him. Why did this building happen to have a window opposite where he sat? Was it really that much of a niggle in the architects side that Elaniver should be able to see the horizon that lay beyond the town? It doesn’t even seem to do anything other than selfishly sit there taunting him with its un-explored, unconquered nature that he found so offensively smug. Meanwhile this tiresomely boring man was busy crying about his family or whatever, not paying any heed to Elaniver’s subtle hints (such as occasionally yawning or resting his head on one hand) that he just didn’t give a shrivelled turd about the plight of his son.
Now the irksome man was even having the gumption to bring the rest of his family into the room, all 5 of his sobbing children and his wife who looks awfully as though she has a Y chromosome. ‘All I ask is that we be given a bit more time lord! The harvest is failing in this cold!’ Stuttered the man, his snivelling backing vocalists wailing along in agreement.
Elaniver sighed openly a raised his hand, murmuring a few words and sending a well aimed fireball at one of the children which went straight through the child and carried on through that blasted window. The stunned father looked at where his son used to be as the wailing doubled in volume, much to the exasperation of Elaniver. “Why on earth do you insist on having these things?” He finally said, getting out of his chair and slowly walking towards the family, eyeing the wife meaningfully. “I could nail her shut or something if you like” he said, twirling his fingers so the nails in the doors of the room, shot out of their allotted homes to hover around the wife’s pubic region. ‘NO!’ Gibbered the man, waving his hands and saying ‘please don’t, we just want some more time to deliver the harvest!’
Elaniver sighed in irritation, allowing the nails to fall and pacing back to his chair as the wife almost fainted. “I’ll tell you what,” Elaniver started, “I’ll allow you more time for the harvest if you allow your children to take part in a little improvised drama ive been thinking of.” The father halted his gibbering, weighing his options, knowing full well that whatever drama this may be it probably wouldn’t be very pleasant. ‘Will it be painful?’ He asked tentatively as his wife looked at him in shock that he was actually considering accepting the offer. “I shouldn’t think so, its probably too quick” Elaniver responded cheerfully.
Sadly the farmer sorely lacked much brain power to think about anything more complex than scythe work, if he had been then he wouldn’t have nodded furiously with a surprised grin on his face. A grin that Elaniver shared, only it wasn’t a surprised one, more a satisfied smirk. “Well then, let us begin. For this drama, your children will play a small colony of ants, while I will play a child with a magnifying glass”, he waited for the farther to work out what was about to happen as his wife started to weep, when he didn’t see any lights flicker to life behind his gormless grin he continued, “aaand, begin”.
Many miles away, a wolf was trying to bully his brain into thinking exactly why a flaming hot ball of light had just ploughed into a tree nearby, sadly, it never managed to bully it to an accurate conclusion as the second one was about as concerned with the wolf’s will to live as it was the 4 children it had just evaporated.
Age: 35 (spirits), 27 (body they inhabit)
Race: Shade
Occupation: Dictator
Allegiance: Himself
Physical Description: Elaniver is a figure that would be considered rather attractive by the opposite sex were it not for his rather brash personality. A slim bearing belies his athletic capabilities and his glossy white hair cascades down his back, giving him an almost feminine look which he has in the past been mocked for. He has a sharp angle to his face and slightly faded orange eyes. His posture his straight backed and proud, generating from his arrogance and allows him to rise to his full height of 6.5 with ease. His clothing is usually composed of black leather armour adorning his legs and torso, covered by a coat of white with peculiar black markings that have no significance to anything in particular, but Elaniver composed them himself in the hope that when his goals are finally fulfilled, he will have made the markings represent fear and loyalty throughout the land. He is rarely seen with any weapons as he does not believe them to be a necessary addition to his magical prowess, however he has developed a spell which allows red glowing blade like objects to appear from his palms which appear to have the quality of swords, some might say this is a rather unnecessary addition when he could just have a sword, but he believes that it is necessary to cement in everyone’s mind that he is better than them
Personality: The word ‘psychotic’ is bandied about far too often these days, however if there was ever a word that would describe Elaniver then it would be that. However, most would find it infuriatingly difficult to actually pinpoint the characteristics that make him so as he has a habit of explaining his actions, an act which most psychotics’ are kind enough to not bother with. For example he is by nature a sadistic being but when this is raised in his presence his argument would be that when you’re a compilation of restless spirits and your main source of income is terrorising the weak, it would be odd and not in the least bit beneficial to not be rather sadistic. His is of course a selfish being as his philosophy of ‘well I did most of the work’ (admittedly its usually terrified villagers who actually do most of the work, but Elaniver is the one who has to stand there making sure they do their ruddy job) is put to play fairly often. His arrogance ranges somewhere between self satisfied and through the roof due to his magical prowess and firm belief that he is simply better. However he also likes to think that he has a sense of humour, cracking jokes as he murders and often remarking on the joys of life which sadly rarely means anything pleasant for anyone else.
History: Elaniver’s past is somewhat sketchy however most people would start at the shade’s formation or summoning. A sorcerer named Gruin and his apprentice and daughter Ecruin were researching into ways of controlling the spirits that amalgamated within one body when a shade was formed, running through possible scenario’s and even testing the theory on geese (most of which died in the process). However one day a specimen got far closer to success than ever before, surviving long enough to absorb the spirits that would soon be known as Elaniver and flapping wildly at Ecruin before disintegrating. Gruin took that as a sign that they had found the correct method and that the spirits wished to inhabit Ecruin, thus an excited Ecruin was prepared and the two eagerly performed the rite. The spirits poured into Ecruin and announced themselves as Elaniver, laughing at Gruin’s confusion as Ecruin wasn’t in the least bit of control and explaining that their limited time in the goose allowed them to convince him to use his own daughter so they might have a human body to control. A grief stricken Gruin, realising his foolishness and cursing his work, asked Elaniver if there was a way that they could release Ecruin and possess him instead. Amused and struck with a sudden idea, Elaniver said that there was one way but that it would be very painful for both of them. Gruin of course was only too keen to accept this as fact and begged that Elaniver grant him this gift, at which Elaniver smiled, saying that as he was ‘such a devilishly brilliant person if he does say so himself’, he could probably take the immense pain for the idiot who summoned him. He then requested that Gruin close his eyes as “the human mind isn’t built to witness such horrors”. Once Gruin had done so, Elaniver grabbed a carving knife and slit his (or her) own throat, screaming as he was wrenched from the young girls form and immediately swept into Gruin’s, forcing him to open his eyes and see his dead daughter, causing his last thoughts before his psyche was extinguished to be of total despair.
Elaniver’s next action was to flee the small village and take refuge in the woods while he recovered from the pain of death and reforming within another, which took approximately 5 months. When he recovered he noticed that since his new fusion he felt far stronger than when he had taken Ecruin, causing him to realise that he only got stronger when the body he inhabited was killed and that so long as he was close enough to another living thing when it happened and had time to recover from the experience, he could probably do it again. Struck by this thought he returned to the village, the occupants of whom had by this time found Ecruin’s corpse and assumed that Gruin (an unpopular man around town due to his experiments) had killed her before fleeing. Upon seeing the form of Gruin but not knowing what dwelled within, the villagers formed a mob and marched him to the town hall, demanding his execution. Elaniver was strapped to a barrel and the town’s most leading academic was elected the executioner, as he was asked if he had any last words Elaniver screamed “the world will hear my voice from the shadows, all will see my face in their dreams, none will be ignorant of the name of their nightmare, and its name is-“ at which point the executed him, cutting off his sentence. The courtyard was filled with a scream as the spirits left Gruin’s now useless corpse and flooded into the academic who’s scream joined that of the spirits, the villagers cowered in fear and scattered into their houses, when the screams died down, the possessed academic was the only one left in the courtyard, still he whispered the name “-Elaniver” before swiftly disappearing back into the woods to recover once more.
It took Elaniver an entire two years to recover this time, in which time he concluded that he probably wouldn’t be able to take that much pain again and so decided to not try it again. Once he had finally recovered however, he marched back into the village once again, magically assembling a podium out of the market stalls that surrounded the courtyard where he had both been executed and performed the execution, killing half of the town’s population and declaring to the other half that the village was now his.
Since then the villagers have been terrified under his rule, forced to go about their daily business whilst knowing that at any point Elaniver could decide that they weren’t pulling their weight and ‘do the rest a kindness’ by killing them. He forced the town’s embroiderers to weave his coat with the bizarre markings he sketched himself, claiming that it was his robe of office. He has even had the villagers chalk up the words ‘days since possible uprising’ and the corresponding day (he has quelled approximately 4 since his reign began). He has declared that any new born child must be delivered to him so that he might use them as dummies for spells. The villagers are subdued to their poor lot life has now given them, Elaniver now thinks of the village as a model railway, the precursor to far greater things, now he has his eye roaming the rest of the world.
Roleplaying Sample: Elaniver stared off into the middle distance, not really paying attention to the man currently grovelling in front of him. Why did this building happen to have a window opposite where he sat? Was it really that much of a niggle in the architects side that Elaniver should be able to see the horizon that lay beyond the town? It doesn’t even seem to do anything other than selfishly sit there taunting him with its un-explored, unconquered nature that he found so offensively smug. Meanwhile this tiresomely boring man was busy crying about his family or whatever, not paying any heed to Elaniver’s subtle hints (such as occasionally yawning or resting his head on one hand) that he just didn’t give a shrivelled turd about the plight of his son.
Now the irksome man was even having the gumption to bring the rest of his family into the room, all 5 of his sobbing children and his wife who looks awfully as though she has a Y chromosome. ‘All I ask is that we be given a bit more time lord! The harvest is failing in this cold!’ Stuttered the man, his snivelling backing vocalists wailing along in agreement.
Elaniver sighed openly a raised his hand, murmuring a few words and sending a well aimed fireball at one of the children which went straight through the child and carried on through that blasted window. The stunned father looked at where his son used to be as the wailing doubled in volume, much to the exasperation of Elaniver. “Why on earth do you insist on having these things?” He finally said, getting out of his chair and slowly walking towards the family, eyeing the wife meaningfully. “I could nail her shut or something if you like” he said, twirling his fingers so the nails in the doors of the room, shot out of their allotted homes to hover around the wife’s pubic region. ‘NO!’ Gibbered the man, waving his hands and saying ‘please don’t, we just want some more time to deliver the harvest!’
Elaniver sighed in irritation, allowing the nails to fall and pacing back to his chair as the wife almost fainted. “I’ll tell you what,” Elaniver started, “I’ll allow you more time for the harvest if you allow your children to take part in a little improvised drama ive been thinking of.” The father halted his gibbering, weighing his options, knowing full well that whatever drama this may be it probably wouldn’t be very pleasant. ‘Will it be painful?’ He asked tentatively as his wife looked at him in shock that he was actually considering accepting the offer. “I shouldn’t think so, its probably too quick” Elaniver responded cheerfully.
Sadly the farmer sorely lacked much brain power to think about anything more complex than scythe work, if he had been then he wouldn’t have nodded furiously with a surprised grin on his face. A grin that Elaniver shared, only it wasn’t a surprised one, more a satisfied smirk. “Well then, let us begin. For this drama, your children will play a small colony of ants, while I will play a child with a magnifying glass”, he waited for the farther to work out what was about to happen as his wife started to weep, when he didn’t see any lights flicker to life behind his gormless grin he continued, “aaand, begin”.
Many miles away, a wolf was trying to bully his brain into thinking exactly why a flaming hot ball of light had just ploughed into a tree nearby, sadly, it never managed to bully it to an accurate conclusion as the second one was about as concerned with the wolf’s will to live as it was the 4 children it had just evaporated.
