Post by sylvaris on Jul 20, 2009 11:25:32 GMT -5
Name: Sylvaris
Age: 20
Race:
Azair
Physical Description: Like most Azair, Sylvaris has the slight aqua marine tinge to his skin, the trait passed down from their submerged ancestors. Though, unlike most Azair, he is not built like a warrior. He is slender, tall, and swift. His eyes though, were perhaps his most useful object of persuasion, and, his greatest downfall. A deep shade of purple, much like the inside of the amethyst around his neck. The Azair believed every living being had a lifestone, a single stone, that would save the life of the being it belonged to once, when the time came. His clothing, ( www.freewebs.com/new-wolf-pack/The%20Blue%20Mage.bmp I did not make this, but it seriouslty fits
) His left arm, a near shattered remnant of days passed. Frail, even more so than the rest of his body, though aside from his staff, his only object used to channel the arcane magics he commands.
Personality: Due to his frail, and weak appearance, he has, over the years, grown to be quite shy, and near docile. Unless enticed. His shy personality makes him a less than lovable man, the only person he had been able to feel safe around, was taken from him, in the same disaster than took his arm.
History: During the siege of their capital city, Alkazir: Sylvaris, at age ten, and his one true friend Allura, age 12. Both running to the west gate, quickly running around corners, changing their course constantly, to avoid being spotted by the invaders. As they were nearing the gate, they had spotted soldiers, coming from both sides! They quickly darted into a nearby home at the worst possible time. A boulder, wrapped in fabric, that had been soaked in a flammable liquid. The stone struck the building, collapsing it. Under the wreckage, Sylvaris saw Allura, bleeding, dying slowly. He reached towards her, at the moment, more flaming wreckage, of the former roof, collapsed, crushing, and burning his arm. From that day on, he studied the arcane, learning to destroy the element, and the scourge that had taken his home, his friend, and his arm. Fire, Sylvaris' greatest enemy, and weakness. His proficiency in water magics, would destroy it, and the mountain based people who took everything. At age 15, he took the pact, an agreement, saying that at age 17, he would undergo the trial, of the Council of the Azair. Even through excruciating pain, and suffering, Sylvaris managed to get through the trial, therefore gaining true arcane mastery. He never spoke of what actually happened in the trial, to anyone.
The weapon TideBreaker, a staff, obtained through means of the trial. A powerful, water manipulating, and fire warding item (looks like i144.photobucket.com/albums/r167/sasukes_girl01/anime%20boys/blueguysprawledwithstaff.jpg ) the downfall is, at too cold of temperatures, the staff becomes unusable, forcing Sylvaris to use his left arm to channel his spells, which deteriorates his health even further.
Age: 20
Race:
Azair
Physical Description: Like most Azair, Sylvaris has the slight aqua marine tinge to his skin, the trait passed down from their submerged ancestors. Though, unlike most Azair, he is not built like a warrior. He is slender, tall, and swift. His eyes though, were perhaps his most useful object of persuasion, and, his greatest downfall. A deep shade of purple, much like the inside of the amethyst around his neck. The Azair believed every living being had a lifestone, a single stone, that would save the life of the being it belonged to once, when the time came. His clothing, ( www.freewebs.com/new-wolf-pack/The%20Blue%20Mage.bmp I did not make this, but it seriouslty fits
) His left arm, a near shattered remnant of days passed. Frail, even more so than the rest of his body, though aside from his staff, his only object used to channel the arcane magics he commands.Personality: Due to his frail, and weak appearance, he has, over the years, grown to be quite shy, and near docile. Unless enticed. His shy personality makes him a less than lovable man, the only person he had been able to feel safe around, was taken from him, in the same disaster than took his arm.
History: During the siege of their capital city, Alkazir: Sylvaris, at age ten, and his one true friend Allura, age 12. Both running to the west gate, quickly running around corners, changing their course constantly, to avoid being spotted by the invaders. As they were nearing the gate, they had spotted soldiers, coming from both sides! They quickly darted into a nearby home at the worst possible time. A boulder, wrapped in fabric, that had been soaked in a flammable liquid. The stone struck the building, collapsing it. Under the wreckage, Sylvaris saw Allura, bleeding, dying slowly. He reached towards her, at the moment, more flaming wreckage, of the former roof, collapsed, crushing, and burning his arm. From that day on, he studied the arcane, learning to destroy the element, and the scourge that had taken his home, his friend, and his arm. Fire, Sylvaris' greatest enemy, and weakness. His proficiency in water magics, would destroy it, and the mountain based people who took everything. At age 15, he took the pact, an agreement, saying that at age 17, he would undergo the trial, of the Council of the Azair. Even through excruciating pain, and suffering, Sylvaris managed to get through the trial, therefore gaining true arcane mastery. He never spoke of what actually happened in the trial, to anyone.
The weapon TideBreaker, a staff, obtained through means of the trial. A powerful, water manipulating, and fire warding item (looks like i144.photobucket.com/albums/r167/sasukes_girl01/anime%20boys/blueguysprawledwithstaff.jpg ) the downfall is, at too cold of temperatures, the staff becomes unusable, forcing Sylvaris to use his left arm to channel his spells, which deteriorates his health even further.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.