Soveliss
05-24-06, 06:47 PM
**Hey people, I'm new here, but not to RPing - welcome me!**
Name: Soveliss Leviathus
Character's Appearance: Height: 6ft1” ; Weight: 13Stone ; Hair type: Black with white tints, length is to the halfway down the back – usually worn down, but occasionally is tied back ; Eye Colour: Daunting Red iris ; Long Fangs for Canine teeth ; Large body build – Has the strength of a “Strong” man, he is very fast.
Soveliss wears black hide armour, his sword is attached to his back and around his waist he holds three knives – although he rarely uses them, and when he does it is only when he is desperate. He wears boots that come up to the bottom of his knees, they are quite heavy. He wears a money pouch openly on the left side of his belt.
Character's Race : Half – Vampire
Character's Class : Rogue warrior
Weapon of Proficiency: Sword (Called gore – the sword has a Demon on the cross joint of the hilt with two Garnet eyes) The sword is made from Steel, his sword work is average.
Latent Abilities:
- Misting – The Half Vamp can call on his abilities to mist in-between grates – takes time to use. He can also use this as a dodge in battle. It can only be used once in battle as a desperate defence.
Drain: Can drain the life of his opponent by biting into the opponents jugular vain. Will only work on a weakened character.
Back-story:
(*This is the bit I love…*)
Reok’s mother was human, she was a beautiful woman called Airye, she had flowing black hair and was considered beautiful by any that knew her. His life was bought about the death of this beautiful, kind woman. In the far North farther than most have travelled there is a small village, now wiped out. But two millennia ago it was home to about 280 people. The sun shone there and people lived a happy communistic life. That day, it was the beginning of the second cycle of the moon and darkness had not long hit the nameless village.
There was an odd stir about the night, something not wholly and spiritually correct. Airye went to bed that night, not knowing what lay before her - she was sleeping soundly when they began drawing in. A Raiding party – from even further North than the villagers cared to know about where things that happen are not spoken about, where screams are heard and never located, where the birds never fly and the wolves never roam. There was a shout in the blackness. Inaudible – just a… a war cry as Airye realised suddenly when she shot up from the bedding in her tent that she called a home. As she got up she ran to the opening in the dried pig skin, peeked through and saw two things, people running and fire – not knowing what to do she too began to run – and as she did she fell suddenly. As she looked down she screamed in terror as she saw the leader of the Village gaping silently at the gash in his skull, fingering painfully, shocked at the hole in his shattered skull. Airye shrieked, got to her feet and ran, like she never had. She was soon smacked to the floor by a 5 ft 11 Grey vampire – blood dripping down his cheeks from his huge teeth, black hair hanging down his sweaty face, and those eyes, those red eyes, haunting, menacing, sadistically playful. The look in his eye was not that when someone looks at food, that is what scared Airye the most, it was the look of sick, disgusting satisfaction. Before Airye had time to react she was thrown to the ground with such force that made her ribs crack under the pressure – she was spun round onto her back knowing what was going to happen - shrieking at the top of her vice the man that she loved with ran towards her and was quickly attacked by another Vampire. He was helpless to save her, he couldn’t even move while he slowly had his life drained from the thick vain in his neck. He was being held off the floor by one thick, grey arm, with teeth latched into his throat – his last image was of his beloved Airye having her dressed ripped off and being beaten while she was cruelly, sadistically beaten and raped.
Nine months later came what Airye had both been hoping for and wishing would never come. For 17 long house she gave birth on her own, with 3 Vampires watching – one in a clerical robe, two more in armour. Once the baby was born, she said the first words she had spoken since that horrible day “My beautiful Soveliss…” as she said those words the Cleric took the baby – dripped his mothers blood into his mouth from a wound he had freshly cut with a decorative knife. He looked at the mother with sorrow in his eyes, and slowly turned and walked out of the Cell. Airye knew that she had served these creatures sick purpose and now was ready to accept her fate – she didn’t make one noise other than a painful groan as she closed her eyes watching the Cleric walk away with her Half – Breed son, and two guards simultaneously draw the life blood from her arteries.
Soveliss was an experiment made by the now almost extinct Vampires of the Far Northern Forest . Soveliss is one of the survivors – but only because he is the one hunting them down.
After his birth Soveliss was taken and trained in an elite squad of mercenaries, as was said he was an experiment, an experiment to create an ultimate fighter – while he was both the strongest warrior known to them, he was also the weakest as in his heart lay confusion and compassion. He was made to hunt hundreds of people, other Vampires within the Shorak empires (Now extinct) and people who lay around them. He was favoured by the Vampiric emperor as a warrior of amazing skill, but one day Soveliss found something he was not supposed to. Old documents. Documents describing his birth and how he was made – this answered many questions for the Orphan. No sooner had he read these scriptures and manuscripts than he was running for the door to the Emperors citadel – In one swing of his sword, the emperor was cut into two and he turned to dust – without stopping Soveliss ran, for he knew he was outnumbered there and would not survive, he ran and did not stop.
Ever since he has been killing any Vampires that cross his path into the Northern Woods. He will torture them, feed on them and kill them – he has no friends, keeps himself to himself. But there is a yearning, someone to share his pain with.
As he looks up to the stars while slowly walking he lets out a sigh. Sheathes his sword and comes across a village - rather than risk alarm, as he always does he decides to walk around, coming out of the woods, walking West.
He sees lights on a city and stops. “For too long have you looked at that city with longing eyes”. Soveliss took his first steps to what he hopes will become his home – for too long has he been a weary traveller. He stops again. Laughing to himself he says “No… you just need a rest”. He lets out a soft chuckle and walks towards the city.
Name: Soveliss Leviathus
Character's Appearance: Height: 6ft1” ; Weight: 13Stone ; Hair type: Black with white tints, length is to the halfway down the back – usually worn down, but occasionally is tied back ; Eye Colour: Daunting Red iris ; Long Fangs for Canine teeth ; Large body build – Has the strength of a “Strong” man, he is very fast.
Soveliss wears black hide armour, his sword is attached to his back and around his waist he holds three knives – although he rarely uses them, and when he does it is only when he is desperate. He wears boots that come up to the bottom of his knees, they are quite heavy. He wears a money pouch openly on the left side of his belt.
Character's Race : Half – Vampire
Character's Class : Rogue warrior
Weapon of Proficiency: Sword (Called gore – the sword has a Demon on the cross joint of the hilt with two Garnet eyes) The sword is made from Steel, his sword work is average.
Latent Abilities:
- Misting – The Half Vamp can call on his abilities to mist in-between grates – takes time to use. He can also use this as a dodge in battle. It can only be used once in battle as a desperate defence.
Drain: Can drain the life of his opponent by biting into the opponents jugular vain. Will only work on a weakened character.
Back-story:
(*This is the bit I love…*)
Reok’s mother was human, she was a beautiful woman called Airye, she had flowing black hair and was considered beautiful by any that knew her. His life was bought about the death of this beautiful, kind woman. In the far North farther than most have travelled there is a small village, now wiped out. But two millennia ago it was home to about 280 people. The sun shone there and people lived a happy communistic life. That day, it was the beginning of the second cycle of the moon and darkness had not long hit the nameless village.
There was an odd stir about the night, something not wholly and spiritually correct. Airye went to bed that night, not knowing what lay before her - she was sleeping soundly when they began drawing in. A Raiding party – from even further North than the villagers cared to know about where things that happen are not spoken about, where screams are heard and never located, where the birds never fly and the wolves never roam. There was a shout in the blackness. Inaudible – just a… a war cry as Airye realised suddenly when she shot up from the bedding in her tent that she called a home. As she got up she ran to the opening in the dried pig skin, peeked through and saw two things, people running and fire – not knowing what to do she too began to run – and as she did she fell suddenly. As she looked down she screamed in terror as she saw the leader of the Village gaping silently at the gash in his skull, fingering painfully, shocked at the hole in his shattered skull. Airye shrieked, got to her feet and ran, like she never had. She was soon smacked to the floor by a 5 ft 11 Grey vampire – blood dripping down his cheeks from his huge teeth, black hair hanging down his sweaty face, and those eyes, those red eyes, haunting, menacing, sadistically playful. The look in his eye was not that when someone looks at food, that is what scared Airye the most, it was the look of sick, disgusting satisfaction. Before Airye had time to react she was thrown to the ground with such force that made her ribs crack under the pressure – she was spun round onto her back knowing what was going to happen - shrieking at the top of her vice the man that she loved with ran towards her and was quickly attacked by another Vampire. He was helpless to save her, he couldn’t even move while he slowly had his life drained from the thick vain in his neck. He was being held off the floor by one thick, grey arm, with teeth latched into his throat – his last image was of his beloved Airye having her dressed ripped off and being beaten while she was cruelly, sadistically beaten and raped.
Nine months later came what Airye had both been hoping for and wishing would never come. For 17 long house she gave birth on her own, with 3 Vampires watching – one in a clerical robe, two more in armour. Once the baby was born, she said the first words she had spoken since that horrible day “My beautiful Soveliss…” as she said those words the Cleric took the baby – dripped his mothers blood into his mouth from a wound he had freshly cut with a decorative knife. He looked at the mother with sorrow in his eyes, and slowly turned and walked out of the Cell. Airye knew that she had served these creatures sick purpose and now was ready to accept her fate – she didn’t make one noise other than a painful groan as she closed her eyes watching the Cleric walk away with her Half – Breed son, and two guards simultaneously draw the life blood from her arteries.
Soveliss was an experiment made by the now almost extinct Vampires of the Far Northern Forest . Soveliss is one of the survivors – but only because he is the one hunting them down.
After his birth Soveliss was taken and trained in an elite squad of mercenaries, as was said he was an experiment, an experiment to create an ultimate fighter – while he was both the strongest warrior known to them, he was also the weakest as in his heart lay confusion and compassion. He was made to hunt hundreds of people, other Vampires within the Shorak empires (Now extinct) and people who lay around them. He was favoured by the Vampiric emperor as a warrior of amazing skill, but one day Soveliss found something he was not supposed to. Old documents. Documents describing his birth and how he was made – this answered many questions for the Orphan. No sooner had he read these scriptures and manuscripts than he was running for the door to the Emperors citadel – In one swing of his sword, the emperor was cut into two and he turned to dust – without stopping Soveliss ran, for he knew he was outnumbered there and would not survive, he ran and did not stop.
Ever since he has been killing any Vampires that cross his path into the Northern Woods. He will torture them, feed on them and kill them – he has no friends, keeps himself to himself. But there is a yearning, someone to share his pain with.
As he looks up to the stars while slowly walking he lets out a sigh. Sheathes his sword and comes across a village - rather than risk alarm, as he always does he decides to walk around, coming out of the woods, walking West.
He sees lights on a city and stops. “For too long have you looked at that city with longing eyes”. Soveliss took his first steps to what he hopes will become his home – for too long has he been a weary traveller. He stops again. Laughing to himself he says “No… you just need a rest”. He lets out a soft chuckle and walks towards the city.