Post by Solsti on Apr 2, 2008 4:52:41 GMT -5
Name: Solsti
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 7,000
Height: Roughly 6' 7"
Weight: Slim
Hair: Bald
Eyes: Pitch black
Clothes: A long, one piece, black robe. Hood that almost completely covers face and obscures his facial features. The arms of the robe fall down past his hands. Intricate patterns, weaved in a golden silk, flow down from the neck of the robe to the end of the arms. A single, staring eye in brown sits directly in the centre. Don't look at it too deeply... It is the source of his magic...
Personality: All and all, hateful, spiteful. Detests mostly everyone but himself, daemons and all. Has a very short temper.
Relationships: None.
History: Born into a small daemon village to a poor family, Solsti's life couldn't have started off worse. His father beat him, his mother died very early on in his life, and he was constantly shunned for no known reason, at least to him.
But, one day, his life turned around. Wandering the nearby woods, avoiding the beasts there, when he stumbled across one of the older daemons from the village. He was lying there, on his front. Turning him over, Solsti jumped back in shock, seeing that his stomach had been gored violently, his insides lying everywhere.
A crunch. A squeal. Solsti turned to the noises, and saw what must have gored the daemon behind him. It was huge. It looked like a giant, black boar. It charged. Solsti, as fast as he could, dived out of the way, but one of the tusks caught his face, dragging along the length of it and catching his eye. Solsti screamed out, raising his hands as his rage built up. Instantly, the boar caught fire. It squealed in pain, jumping and rolling around to try and put itself out. A few seconds later, Solsti's chest also burst alight, but only for a short time. Still, it was long enough to leave a burn mark, a small circle of scarred skin. By then, the boar was dead, the fire still quietly crackling as it went out. Solsti went back to the body of the daemon. It seemed to be smiling, and one arm was now held out, pointing.
Following the hand, Solsti found a cave. There was a small fire inside, and he found that is was another boar, looking even blacker against the orange light of the flames. Solsti looked around, and noticed something hidden away at the back. Picking it up, he found it was a robe. Perfectly woven, though a little big, with a hood. He put it on.
Darkness. The fire had gone out. Another squeal. Solsti turned. Yet again, it was a boar. Solsti remembered the instant pain of the last one, coupled with the old daemon. Raising his hands again, they began to glow. A golden eye formed on the front of the robe, the intesnity of which increased. Long, deep wounds burst open on Solsti's hands, but he held on strong. The boar iteslf began to glow, before it faded, taking away it's strength. The boar collapsed, breathing heavily. Still raging, Solsti began to swing his hands, which were still glowing. The intensity of the eye's glow reached the pain threshold, and an immense polearm began to form in Solsti's hands. Once it was solid, Solsti brought it down over the boars head. The last it saw was Solsti, grinning has he raised the hood.
Race: Daemon
Class: Necromancer
Weapons: A long, pitch black polearm. The pole itself is about a foot long, with the rest of it (the blade) being half a foot in width, four feet long, razor sharp and very, very light. The blade has the same golden eye on it that the robe has.
Skills/Spells:
Offensive:
Immolate - Sets the foe on fire, burning with great intensity. However, the caster also suffers; their upper torso catches fire breifly, scarring.
Weakening:
Curse of Scourge - Curses the foe, lowering defense and strength. However, the caster also suffers; large, bleeding scars appear across their hands and arms, scarring for life.
Extra Info: Due to his spells, Solsti's hands and arms are permanently scarred, criss crossed with deep wounds, some of which still bleed. His upper torso has burn scars all over it, stretching up to his chin in some cases. They all still hurt occasionally.
A long scar runs the length of his face and one eye looks punctured (see history).
His voice is deep and crackles from years of pain.
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 7,000
Height: Roughly 6' 7"
Weight: Slim
Hair: Bald
Eyes: Pitch black
Clothes: A long, one piece, black robe. Hood that almost completely covers face and obscures his facial features. The arms of the robe fall down past his hands. Intricate patterns, weaved in a golden silk, flow down from the neck of the robe to the end of the arms. A single, staring eye in brown sits directly in the centre. Don't look at it too deeply... It is the source of his magic...
Personality: All and all, hateful, spiteful. Detests mostly everyone but himself, daemons and all. Has a very short temper.
Relationships: None.
History: Born into a small daemon village to a poor family, Solsti's life couldn't have started off worse. His father beat him, his mother died very early on in his life, and he was constantly shunned for no known reason, at least to him.
But, one day, his life turned around. Wandering the nearby woods, avoiding the beasts there, when he stumbled across one of the older daemons from the village. He was lying there, on his front. Turning him over, Solsti jumped back in shock, seeing that his stomach had been gored violently, his insides lying everywhere.
A crunch. A squeal. Solsti turned to the noises, and saw what must have gored the daemon behind him. It was huge. It looked like a giant, black boar. It charged. Solsti, as fast as he could, dived out of the way, but one of the tusks caught his face, dragging along the length of it and catching his eye. Solsti screamed out, raising his hands as his rage built up. Instantly, the boar caught fire. It squealed in pain, jumping and rolling around to try and put itself out. A few seconds later, Solsti's chest also burst alight, but only for a short time. Still, it was long enough to leave a burn mark, a small circle of scarred skin. By then, the boar was dead, the fire still quietly crackling as it went out. Solsti went back to the body of the daemon. It seemed to be smiling, and one arm was now held out, pointing.
Following the hand, Solsti found a cave. There was a small fire inside, and he found that is was another boar, looking even blacker against the orange light of the flames. Solsti looked around, and noticed something hidden away at the back. Picking it up, he found it was a robe. Perfectly woven, though a little big, with a hood. He put it on.
Darkness. The fire had gone out. Another squeal. Solsti turned. Yet again, it was a boar. Solsti remembered the instant pain of the last one, coupled with the old daemon. Raising his hands again, they began to glow. A golden eye formed on the front of the robe, the intesnity of which increased. Long, deep wounds burst open on Solsti's hands, but he held on strong. The boar iteslf began to glow, before it faded, taking away it's strength. The boar collapsed, breathing heavily. Still raging, Solsti began to swing his hands, which were still glowing. The intensity of the eye's glow reached the pain threshold, and an immense polearm began to form in Solsti's hands. Once it was solid, Solsti brought it down over the boars head. The last it saw was Solsti, grinning has he raised the hood.
Race: Daemon
Class: Necromancer
Weapons: A long, pitch black polearm. The pole itself is about a foot long, with the rest of it (the blade) being half a foot in width, four feet long, razor sharp and very, very light. The blade has the same golden eye on it that the robe has.
Skills/Spells:
Offensive:
Immolate - Sets the foe on fire, burning with great intensity. However, the caster also suffers; their upper torso catches fire breifly, scarring.
Weakening:
Curse of Scourge - Curses the foe, lowering defense and strength. However, the caster also suffers; large, bleeding scars appear across their hands and arms, scarring for life.
Extra Info: Due to his spells, Solsti's hands and arms are permanently scarred, criss crossed with deep wounds, some of which still bleed. His upper torso has burn scars all over it, stretching up to his chin in some cases. They all still hurt occasionally.
A long scar runs the length of his face and one eye looks punctured (see history).
His voice is deep and crackles from years of pain.