Post by Griffin on Jul 30, 2008 18:30:33 GMT -5
These two guys have always been my main characters. I can pour so much detail into their lives because I base them roughly off of some of my own experiances. Hope you enjoy.
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Name: Elric Eron
Age: 19
Class: Druid
Hair: Black, shoulder length, short bangs.
Eyes: Dark blue.
Clothing: Generally black clothing (sleeveless vest and pants), dark purple robe, leather boots and gloves.
Weaponry: Necreon tome and five foot yew staff.
Abilities: Elric has fully mastered dark magic. With his staff and tome, he can manipulate darkness and shadow in any which way to suit his needs.
Personality: Normally unemotional. Elric grows uncomfortable among large groups of people and is close to only a handful. Very knowledgeable on all forms of magic.
History: Elric was born the son of travelling merchants. When he was eight years old, he and his family were ambushed by a group of bandits. They held Elric back and forced him to watch his parents’ death. The grief and rage gathering inside him was so great, he unlocked some unknown power hidden inside of him. Waves of darkness emitted from his body and massacred the bandits in a bloody, uncontrollable frenzy. After the rage, Elric fell unconscious. From this point on, white, jagged scars would mark his face.
Some time later, another group of bandits came to investigate what happened. They were about to kill Elric, but the shaman with them stopped them. He suggested they take him prisoner. They complied with the shaman and took the young Elric back to their base and threw him in a cell. When Elric awoke, he was garbed in a black robe with many large tomes in his cell.
No one ever came to see him. The bandits eventually forgot about him. But the shaman spied on him. Elric began to read the tomes and learn the ways of the magic he had unleashed. A year passed in this cell. He knew someone else must be about as food and water appeared in his cell everyday by magic.
The last tome in the stack was the one that changed his life. It was the Necreon tome. From the first time he opened its pages, it spoke to him. Elric learned about the spirit in this tome. Necreon was an ancient druid, one of the first ever to master the art. Although back then, the element of light was considered holy and sacred, and any who opposed the light were heathens. Necreon was eventually charged by priests for heresy. Before his execution, he literally poured his soul into his master tome, describing all he had learned about dark magic.
Another year passed and Necreon personally guided Elric’s training. He communicated to Elric through his mind as long as Elric was near the tome. Once the bandit shaman thought he learned enough, he revealed himself to the growing druid. He gave him a challenge. If Elric could defeat the shaman in single combat, he would be free. However, if he lost, Elric would be given a heretic’s execution.
Elric and the shaman were equally matched for much of the fight, but Elric soon began to slowly lose the advantage. Necreon, just freed, did not want to be dead. So, the spirit took over. Overriding Elric’s trainee mind, Necreon fought back fiercely. Eventually, Necreon feasted off of the soul of the shaman. He willingly gave control back to Elric. He knew he still had a lot to learn.
Before fleeing to a secluded cave, Elric gathered tomes from the shaman’s quarters. He scoured over these tomes searching for a way to control the spirit. Finally, after eight months, he found it. It took another month to gather materials for a ritual which he prepared in the cave. Then, at only twelve, Elric engaged in an extremely risky blood ritual.
Laying the tome open and performed a very strenuous spell to make Necreon’s spirit tangible. After this was complete, he took a magically enchanted knife and slowly pulled it across the top of this left arm. Letting his blood drip into the symbols drawn in the dirt, Elric then channeled energy into these bloody symbols. Necreon, trapped within these ritualistic symbols, was forced to comply with Elric lest he be destroyed by the rituals.
Elric told the spirit that he appreciates his help and guidance. But, the spirit told him that he could not always be with him. Binding his soul in the tome requires large amounts of energy. He had been closed for many decades and now requires feeding. They compromised, exactly what the ritual was designed for. Necreon was willing to guide and assist Elric throughout his life and would not take control of his body as long as he could feed off of a magical soul at least twice every six months. Elric would also have to rebind Necreon’s spirit back into the book before his death. The blood ritual was complete.
The druid and his spirit companion trained for two years before Elric went into public again. He did manage to meet a few good people. While wandering in the woods, he came across a young archer, Reh Aramil. These two formed a bond of training and this archer is the only one Elric was opened up to. He said very little about the far past, but explained about Necreon. Reh soon learned that the young druid enjoyed his privacy.
At seventeen, Elric began feeling truly alone. He had some friends, but he had no one who understood him. At one point, he found a young orphaned girl, rejected by society for her magical ways. He expressed emotion. His magic flew out of control. He killed her against his will. Necreon later told him that dark magic is easily manipulated by emotion. A calm mind must be kept in order to control his magic. It took two more years in seclusion to put his emotions and magic under control.
His quest continues.
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Name: Reh Aramil
Age: 17
Class: Ranger
Hair: Green, shaggy, unkempt
Eyes: Brown.
Clothing: Hard leather cuirass and leggings, sturdy leather boots and gloves, and the Ranger cloak. The Ranger cloak is a mottled gray-green color, designed to break up the background, acting as a camouflage.
Weaponry: Silver Oak longbow, Ranger knives. At childhood, Reh’s father made him a shortbow from the wood of a silver tree. Later, Reh found this tree and made a longbow instead. There are two Ranger knives, the saxe and the throwing. The saxe, or “sea ax”, is the longer, more powerful blade. The Ranger’s throwing knife is a perfectly balanced, curved wedge shaped blade. Both knives are held at the double knife scabbard on a Ranger’s waist.
Abilities: His Ranger training has taught him to move with the shadows and elevate his speed and accuracy to near superhuman levels. His survival skills are superb.
Personality: Reh has grown to be a solemn individual under normal circumstances, but hasn’t lost his emotion. He enjoys teaching others and passing along advice. He also enjoys his alone time, customary amongst Rangers.
Short History: Reh grew up in a small forested community and lived happily with his family and friends for the first twelve years of his life. His father, the lead hunter, taught him skills with the bow and gave him a shortbow made of a magical silver tree. The local mage taught him how to fashion arrowheads out of silver. The mix of the silver arrowheads and the silver wood caused a magical reaction to occur, giving these special arrows lightning speed and dark banishing power.
When his thirteenth birthday came, he was required to leave for a period of two years to live on his own and become a man. Armed with his woodsman skills, his bow, and his arrows, he was ready to set off. A few days before he left, though, his friend Lidda came to him. She told him she was raising an abandoned wyvern. It was growing too big to keep a secret and Lidda asked Reh if she could go with him. He was happy to comply with his friend.
A few months into their journey, Reh and Lidda came across the small village in the middle of a bandit raid. The two took to the skies on Lidda’s wyvern, Lilypad. Reh struck down bandits with his bow and Lidda used her spear to swoop and stab the pillagers. By the time the local guard arrived, most of the bandits were already dead.
The captain of the guard later offered Reh and Lidda a place on the guard. They refused, but it got them thinking. They flew off to a large city and became mercenaries, working for low fees. A year passed and their reputation and skill grew. Despite only being teenagers, they were far more skilled than the average guard.
But not everything went well. On a mission to eliminate a dangerous mage, Lidda was badly injured from a blade enchanted with fire. Her right leg was severely burned and her chest and arms received cuts and burns alike. Reh tenderly cared for her for two months, and in that time, the two friends grew even closer. Lidda first steps of recovery were into Reh’s caring arms. They kissed. At fourteen, they became a couple.
A year later, Reh and Lidda were hired by the same captain who recommended them for the guard those years ago. They were given command of a small force of spearmen and archers. They would enter a clearing and draw attention of the enemy before the main force emerged from the woods and surrounded them. Reh lead his men into the clearing and the enemy fell upon them like a hammer. Then, as his men fell left and right, he realized the reinforcements weren’t coming. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the main force bypassing this area and moving forward.
Reh and Lidda became an expendable decoy.
Reh ordered a retreat, he already far ahead of the rest. He saw Lidda in the skies and began to help the rest of his men back. In the distance, he saw a small red orb. Then, suddenly, this orb flashed with an extreme intensity. Following instinct, not reason, he ran into where he thought the woods were. He found them, hid, and quickly fell unconscious.
He was fifteen when his life flipped upside-down. Staggering back to the battlefield, he saw the entire area charred. He heard sobbing. His eyes found the source and quickly ran to it. It was Lidda. She was lying on the ground, naked, covered in unimaginable burns. Behind her, the burned remains of her faithful wyvern were seen; her wings raised high, trying to cover her master from the flames.
Tears fell from Reh’s eyes as he wrapped his arms around the one he loved. Without saying anything, they both knew Lidda would not survive for long. Tears fell onto her skin as Reh held her tight, begging her to hang on. She whispered his name. They kissed one last time. And she passed.
Reh cries echoed throughout the barren battlefield. No one was around to hear them. He cried for hours. He cried as he crafted a makeshift shovel. He cried as he dug a large hole, and a smaller one. He cried as he lay and love and her wyvern in the dirt to rest. He cried as he reburied them and placed their headstones in the dirt. But as he left, the tears stopped. They had run dry.
Her lies Lidda Merol and her wyvern, Lilypad. She was unknowingly part of an expendable decoy maneuver, ordered by Captain Trevek. She and the men here were victim of a vastly powerful fire incantation. May the heavens rest their souls. May hell damn Reynard Trevek.
Lidda Merol, my friend, my love, you will never leave my thoughts.
Reh wandered aimlessly for months in the thick woods, the memories of his love’s last word forever scarred in his mind. Randomly, an arrow was shot at him calf. He dodged it and engaged in combat with an invisible man in the treetops. Eventually, the fight ended in a draw. Reh learned his man was a member of the elusive Ranger Corps. Reh followed this man back to the Ranger headquarters and was granted apprenticeship to a senior Ranger.
Rigorous practice and drills consumed his life for the next year. Usually, it would take three years for someone to reach Ranger caliber. But his already natural skill made him a quick study in Ranger ways. He made a new bow. He learned skill in stealth and knife work. He met a man named Elric. Elric had experienced some of the same difficulties Reh did. Neither of them explained details about their pasts, but a mutual bond from past hardships could be felt.
At sixteen, only three months from his seventeenth birthday, he was officially inducted into the Ranger Corps. He would receive the Rangers’ symbol, an oakleaf pin of a certain color, depending on status. Apprentices wore bronze, Rangers wore silver, and senior Rangers wore gold. Reh, however, was given an oakleaf made of a special substance. When the silver was melted down to form the oakleaf shape, a small amount of ivory was added to the mix. The Master Ranger knew Reh would not be staying with them. He would leave for his own agenda. The silver proves he has a Ranger’s skill. The ivory proves he is free from the control of the Corps. He was, what they call, a Free Ranger.
He stayed with the Corps for a final year before departing them. He even apprenticed a young girl name Olivia. Her spirit and personality reminded him of his lost love. On the day of his departure, he gave a newly crafted silver bow to his apprentice. She smiled just like Lidda. Reh immediately made his way to Lidda’s gravesite. The area was now filled with graves of the other fallen men, Lidda and Lilypad’s in the center of it all. The place was flourishing with foliage.
Now, Reh scours the world for adventure. He has not forgotten his past, but always looks for the future.
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Name: Elric Eron
Age: 19
Class: Druid
Hair: Black, shoulder length, short bangs.
Eyes: Dark blue.
Clothing: Generally black clothing (sleeveless vest and pants), dark purple robe, leather boots and gloves.
Weaponry: Necreon tome and five foot yew staff.
Abilities: Elric has fully mastered dark magic. With his staff and tome, he can manipulate darkness and shadow in any which way to suit his needs.
Personality: Normally unemotional. Elric grows uncomfortable among large groups of people and is close to only a handful. Very knowledgeable on all forms of magic.
History: Elric was born the son of travelling merchants. When he was eight years old, he and his family were ambushed by a group of bandits. They held Elric back and forced him to watch his parents’ death. The grief and rage gathering inside him was so great, he unlocked some unknown power hidden inside of him. Waves of darkness emitted from his body and massacred the bandits in a bloody, uncontrollable frenzy. After the rage, Elric fell unconscious. From this point on, white, jagged scars would mark his face.
Some time later, another group of bandits came to investigate what happened. They were about to kill Elric, but the shaman with them stopped them. He suggested they take him prisoner. They complied with the shaman and took the young Elric back to their base and threw him in a cell. When Elric awoke, he was garbed in a black robe with many large tomes in his cell.
No one ever came to see him. The bandits eventually forgot about him. But the shaman spied on him. Elric began to read the tomes and learn the ways of the magic he had unleashed. A year passed in this cell. He knew someone else must be about as food and water appeared in his cell everyday by magic.
The last tome in the stack was the one that changed his life. It was the Necreon tome. From the first time he opened its pages, it spoke to him. Elric learned about the spirit in this tome. Necreon was an ancient druid, one of the first ever to master the art. Although back then, the element of light was considered holy and sacred, and any who opposed the light were heathens. Necreon was eventually charged by priests for heresy. Before his execution, he literally poured his soul into his master tome, describing all he had learned about dark magic.
Another year passed and Necreon personally guided Elric’s training. He communicated to Elric through his mind as long as Elric was near the tome. Once the bandit shaman thought he learned enough, he revealed himself to the growing druid. He gave him a challenge. If Elric could defeat the shaman in single combat, he would be free. However, if he lost, Elric would be given a heretic’s execution.
Elric and the shaman were equally matched for much of the fight, but Elric soon began to slowly lose the advantage. Necreon, just freed, did not want to be dead. So, the spirit took over. Overriding Elric’s trainee mind, Necreon fought back fiercely. Eventually, Necreon feasted off of the soul of the shaman. He willingly gave control back to Elric. He knew he still had a lot to learn.
Before fleeing to a secluded cave, Elric gathered tomes from the shaman’s quarters. He scoured over these tomes searching for a way to control the spirit. Finally, after eight months, he found it. It took another month to gather materials for a ritual which he prepared in the cave. Then, at only twelve, Elric engaged in an extremely risky blood ritual.
Laying the tome open and performed a very strenuous spell to make Necreon’s spirit tangible. After this was complete, he took a magically enchanted knife and slowly pulled it across the top of this left arm. Letting his blood drip into the symbols drawn in the dirt, Elric then channeled energy into these bloody symbols. Necreon, trapped within these ritualistic symbols, was forced to comply with Elric lest he be destroyed by the rituals.
Elric told the spirit that he appreciates his help and guidance. But, the spirit told him that he could not always be with him. Binding his soul in the tome requires large amounts of energy. He had been closed for many decades and now requires feeding. They compromised, exactly what the ritual was designed for. Necreon was willing to guide and assist Elric throughout his life and would not take control of his body as long as he could feed off of a magical soul at least twice every six months. Elric would also have to rebind Necreon’s spirit back into the book before his death. The blood ritual was complete.
The druid and his spirit companion trained for two years before Elric went into public again. He did manage to meet a few good people. While wandering in the woods, he came across a young archer, Reh Aramil. These two formed a bond of training and this archer is the only one Elric was opened up to. He said very little about the far past, but explained about Necreon. Reh soon learned that the young druid enjoyed his privacy.
At seventeen, Elric began feeling truly alone. He had some friends, but he had no one who understood him. At one point, he found a young orphaned girl, rejected by society for her magical ways. He expressed emotion. His magic flew out of control. He killed her against his will. Necreon later told him that dark magic is easily manipulated by emotion. A calm mind must be kept in order to control his magic. It took two more years in seclusion to put his emotions and magic under control.
His quest continues.
_____________________________________
Name: Reh Aramil
Age: 17
Class: Ranger
Hair: Green, shaggy, unkempt
Eyes: Brown.
Clothing: Hard leather cuirass and leggings, sturdy leather boots and gloves, and the Ranger cloak. The Ranger cloak is a mottled gray-green color, designed to break up the background, acting as a camouflage.
Weaponry: Silver Oak longbow, Ranger knives. At childhood, Reh’s father made him a shortbow from the wood of a silver tree. Later, Reh found this tree and made a longbow instead. There are two Ranger knives, the saxe and the throwing. The saxe, or “sea ax”, is the longer, more powerful blade. The Ranger’s throwing knife is a perfectly balanced, curved wedge shaped blade. Both knives are held at the double knife scabbard on a Ranger’s waist.
Abilities: His Ranger training has taught him to move with the shadows and elevate his speed and accuracy to near superhuman levels. His survival skills are superb.
Personality: Reh has grown to be a solemn individual under normal circumstances, but hasn’t lost his emotion. He enjoys teaching others and passing along advice. He also enjoys his alone time, customary amongst Rangers.
Short History: Reh grew up in a small forested community and lived happily with his family and friends for the first twelve years of his life. His father, the lead hunter, taught him skills with the bow and gave him a shortbow made of a magical silver tree. The local mage taught him how to fashion arrowheads out of silver. The mix of the silver arrowheads and the silver wood caused a magical reaction to occur, giving these special arrows lightning speed and dark banishing power.
When his thirteenth birthday came, he was required to leave for a period of two years to live on his own and become a man. Armed with his woodsman skills, his bow, and his arrows, he was ready to set off. A few days before he left, though, his friend Lidda came to him. She told him she was raising an abandoned wyvern. It was growing too big to keep a secret and Lidda asked Reh if she could go with him. He was happy to comply with his friend.
A few months into their journey, Reh and Lidda came across the small village in the middle of a bandit raid. The two took to the skies on Lidda’s wyvern, Lilypad. Reh struck down bandits with his bow and Lidda used her spear to swoop and stab the pillagers. By the time the local guard arrived, most of the bandits were already dead.
The captain of the guard later offered Reh and Lidda a place on the guard. They refused, but it got them thinking. They flew off to a large city and became mercenaries, working for low fees. A year passed and their reputation and skill grew. Despite only being teenagers, they were far more skilled than the average guard.
But not everything went well. On a mission to eliminate a dangerous mage, Lidda was badly injured from a blade enchanted with fire. Her right leg was severely burned and her chest and arms received cuts and burns alike. Reh tenderly cared for her for two months, and in that time, the two friends grew even closer. Lidda first steps of recovery were into Reh’s caring arms. They kissed. At fourteen, they became a couple.
A year later, Reh and Lidda were hired by the same captain who recommended them for the guard those years ago. They were given command of a small force of spearmen and archers. They would enter a clearing and draw attention of the enemy before the main force emerged from the woods and surrounded them. Reh lead his men into the clearing and the enemy fell upon them like a hammer. Then, as his men fell left and right, he realized the reinforcements weren’t coming. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the main force bypassing this area and moving forward.
Reh and Lidda became an expendable decoy.
Reh ordered a retreat, he already far ahead of the rest. He saw Lidda in the skies and began to help the rest of his men back. In the distance, he saw a small red orb. Then, suddenly, this orb flashed with an extreme intensity. Following instinct, not reason, he ran into where he thought the woods were. He found them, hid, and quickly fell unconscious.
He was fifteen when his life flipped upside-down. Staggering back to the battlefield, he saw the entire area charred. He heard sobbing. His eyes found the source and quickly ran to it. It was Lidda. She was lying on the ground, naked, covered in unimaginable burns. Behind her, the burned remains of her faithful wyvern were seen; her wings raised high, trying to cover her master from the flames.
Tears fell from Reh’s eyes as he wrapped his arms around the one he loved. Without saying anything, they both knew Lidda would not survive for long. Tears fell onto her skin as Reh held her tight, begging her to hang on. She whispered his name. They kissed one last time. And she passed.
Reh cries echoed throughout the barren battlefield. No one was around to hear them. He cried for hours. He cried as he crafted a makeshift shovel. He cried as he dug a large hole, and a smaller one. He cried as he lay and love and her wyvern in the dirt to rest. He cried as he reburied them and placed their headstones in the dirt. But as he left, the tears stopped. They had run dry.
Her lies Lidda Merol and her wyvern, Lilypad. She was unknowingly part of an expendable decoy maneuver, ordered by Captain Trevek. She and the men here were victim of a vastly powerful fire incantation. May the heavens rest their souls. May hell damn Reynard Trevek.
Lidda Merol, my friend, my love, you will never leave my thoughts.
Reh wandered aimlessly for months in the thick woods, the memories of his love’s last word forever scarred in his mind. Randomly, an arrow was shot at him calf. He dodged it and engaged in combat with an invisible man in the treetops. Eventually, the fight ended in a draw. Reh learned his man was a member of the elusive Ranger Corps. Reh followed this man back to the Ranger headquarters and was granted apprenticeship to a senior Ranger.
Rigorous practice and drills consumed his life for the next year. Usually, it would take three years for someone to reach Ranger caliber. But his already natural skill made him a quick study in Ranger ways. He made a new bow. He learned skill in stealth and knife work. He met a man named Elric. Elric had experienced some of the same difficulties Reh did. Neither of them explained details about their pasts, but a mutual bond from past hardships could be felt.
At sixteen, only three months from his seventeenth birthday, he was officially inducted into the Ranger Corps. He would receive the Rangers’ symbol, an oakleaf pin of a certain color, depending on status. Apprentices wore bronze, Rangers wore silver, and senior Rangers wore gold. Reh, however, was given an oakleaf made of a special substance. When the silver was melted down to form the oakleaf shape, a small amount of ivory was added to the mix. The Master Ranger knew Reh would not be staying with them. He would leave for his own agenda. The silver proves he has a Ranger’s skill. The ivory proves he is free from the control of the Corps. He was, what they call, a Free Ranger.
He stayed with the Corps for a final year before departing them. He even apprenticed a young girl name Olivia. Her spirit and personality reminded him of his lost love. On the day of his departure, he gave a newly crafted silver bow to his apprentice. She smiled just like Lidda. Reh immediately made his way to Lidda’s gravesite. The area was now filled with graves of the other fallen men, Lidda and Lilypad’s in the center of it all. The place was flourishing with foliage.
Now, Reh scours the world for adventure. He has not forgotten his past, but always looks for the future.
