Eldritch
06-09-06, 02:08 AM
'Qualla Tlu Kyone'
Name: Warran “Ürei” Peace
Age: 89
Race:
Height: 5’11”
Hair Color: Black, comes down to his eyes all around, neat but staggered by style, however is long and in a ponytail in the back.
Eye Color: Dull Emerald
Profession: Eldritch Hierophant
Appearance: Though he knows not why, Warran woke in an extravagant outfit versed mostly in black. With blood red leather straps and belts covering the outfit, some tipped with metal points and flaring out behind him, and then complemented by a black cloak. Silver skulls are placed in darkly aesthetic positions across his outfit, and dark vermilion feathers end his armguards and rim the bottom of the long coat. Though he doesn’t understand the outfit, he feels comfortable in it, and finds that it attracts attention. The last piece that he found on himself was a set of earrings in his right ear, silver with a faint shine to them. On the center of each ring is inscribed a letter of some sort, which he cannot recall what each means. The word “Ürei” is written on his collar as if a nametag, and it is followed by another foreign rune. In general, he appears to be somewhere in his late twenties, and is gorgeous by male standards.
Weapon: Seighardt The blade feels to be powerful, though it restrains itself. War isn’t exactly sure how to use it, and it remains a unique dark blue-bladed curved sword. In the hilt, a dark green gem is lain that pulsates with unknown energy and sometimes exerts a familiar pull of unseen forces whenever War grasps the weapon. The weapon lies in a hilt that rests in front of him, attached with the blood red buckles. The blade seems to be slightly weaker then iron.
Armor: Shield of Faith. It seems to give no armor-like properties but has a close bond with his body. When ripped or torn, it will slowly regenerate itself. It keeps him warm when cold, and cool when the air is hot. It won’t protect from extremes, and always stays pristinely clean. Also, the clothing is completely water resistant and holds no water, though it lets water seep through. They have to be worn by a living person to have any of these properties, however.
Bjheva`Yhtin Also known as “Elden Faith”
Elden Faith a system of power conjuration by chants combined with a finalizing effort of will. The phrase or word is said once, then the final will is placed behind it and an effect manifests. By the sharpness and sureness of the voice, pronunciation, and octave the spell will be weaker or more powerful. In his current condition, War only remembers the basics of Elden Faith and his power in it is phenomenally weak. A fireball would be weaker then his own punch, and any powerful spells take tediously long amounts of time to cast. With patience, he has some power, but time isn’t always in allowance. If he is disrupted at all during his chant, the spell will be broken and so will his will, unable to cast again for some time. The list is as follows, and their effects. Spells are made by combining words to make a general ‘idea’ of what is to be done. Grammar isn’t part of the spell, however, order and effective use of words is.
Elden Faith Mantra:
An – Negate/dispel
Bet – Small
Corp - Death
Des – Lower/down
Ex - Freedom
Flam - Flame
Grav – Energy/Field
Hur - Wind
In - Make/Create/Cause
Jux – Danger/Trap/Harm
Kal – Summon Invoke
Lor - Light
Mani – Life/healing
Nox - Poison
Ort – Magic
Por – Move/Movement
Quas - Illusion
Rel - Change
Sanct – Protect/protection
Tym - Time
Uus – Raise/Up
Vas - Greater
Wis – Know/Knowledge
Xen - Creature
Ylem – Matter/Substance
Zu – Sleep
Other Skills:
War is slightly versed in swordsmanship, but would lose against anyone with any talent whatsoever. Also, he seems to completely understand every single language he has come in contact with, and speak most of them without being aware of it. It seems that when he talks to a person, he automatically understands and begins speaking the language they speak.
History:
Floating…breathless…weightless…
For a time, all was dark, and silent except for the splashing of waves. An endless splashing, the only thing to listen to, the sound of calm water being slowly disturbed by a moving entity; yet soon after he began to heart something else. It was a thudding sound, sharp and quick, accompanied by another softer thud. A tingle of memory seeped into his empty mind, and told him this was a heartbeat. He was alive. Though his brain denied that it could be true for reasons his memory did not understand, he was alive. Something dreadful had happened, he was sure of that, and he was alive, in water, somewhere.
Feeling came next. The weightlessness was replaced by the realization he was in water, laying on some sort of stone slab. The texture of the slab was known to him, though he couldn’t move his hand to feel it. It was familiar, but forgotten. He was covered in clothing, a mix of leather, cloth, and metal that ended in a grand but dark scheme. ’One that would draw looks’, his mind told him and again his memory failed in understanding where it came from. That slate was blank.
Finally, vision, and movement came together at once. It had seemed as if he lay there for centuries, but finally he awoke to see a dark chamber, cave of some sort, covered with a small layer of dark purple water. His form had been lain on a slightly raised dais so that he wouldn’t drown, and a weapon with sheath was lain nearby. No sparks of memory provided him with the information he wanted, the dire questions. All answers were left unknown, except one. Who am I?
And that was spoken aloud.
“Warran Peace, a.k.a. Ürei. I am a Eldritch Hierophant, and assistant in Bartz Demadril’s experiments.”
He spoke, as programmed to from experience, but didn’t know what any of it meant. War didn’t know much, and most of his memories seemed to come to him only when he saw things. As he exited the chamber, he knew the way out, though didn’t exactly “remember” it. The feet did the walking, and he didn’t let himself think about where he was going. Soon daylight shone and his mouth spoke another phrase, telling him where he was.
“Corone, on the beach. This is a hidden cave, guarded by magic. My home.”
My world, a place I had left and now knew nothing about, and now returned to as a new person, wiped clean.
Clean as clean can be.
Name: Warran “Ürei” Peace
Age: 89
Race:
Height: 5’11”
Hair Color: Black, comes down to his eyes all around, neat but staggered by style, however is long and in a ponytail in the back.
Eye Color: Dull Emerald
Profession: Eldritch Hierophant
Appearance: Though he knows not why, Warran woke in an extravagant outfit versed mostly in black. With blood red leather straps and belts covering the outfit, some tipped with metal points and flaring out behind him, and then complemented by a black cloak. Silver skulls are placed in darkly aesthetic positions across his outfit, and dark vermilion feathers end his armguards and rim the bottom of the long coat. Though he doesn’t understand the outfit, he feels comfortable in it, and finds that it attracts attention. The last piece that he found on himself was a set of earrings in his right ear, silver with a faint shine to them. On the center of each ring is inscribed a letter of some sort, which he cannot recall what each means. The word “Ürei” is written on his collar as if a nametag, and it is followed by another foreign rune. In general, he appears to be somewhere in his late twenties, and is gorgeous by male standards.
Weapon: Seighardt The blade feels to be powerful, though it restrains itself. War isn’t exactly sure how to use it, and it remains a unique dark blue-bladed curved sword. In the hilt, a dark green gem is lain that pulsates with unknown energy and sometimes exerts a familiar pull of unseen forces whenever War grasps the weapon. The weapon lies in a hilt that rests in front of him, attached with the blood red buckles. The blade seems to be slightly weaker then iron.
Armor: Shield of Faith. It seems to give no armor-like properties but has a close bond with his body. When ripped or torn, it will slowly regenerate itself. It keeps him warm when cold, and cool when the air is hot. It won’t protect from extremes, and always stays pristinely clean. Also, the clothing is completely water resistant and holds no water, though it lets water seep through. They have to be worn by a living person to have any of these properties, however.
Bjheva`Yhtin Also known as “Elden Faith”
Elden Faith a system of power conjuration by chants combined with a finalizing effort of will. The phrase or word is said once, then the final will is placed behind it and an effect manifests. By the sharpness and sureness of the voice, pronunciation, and octave the spell will be weaker or more powerful. In his current condition, War only remembers the basics of Elden Faith and his power in it is phenomenally weak. A fireball would be weaker then his own punch, and any powerful spells take tediously long amounts of time to cast. With patience, he has some power, but time isn’t always in allowance. If he is disrupted at all during his chant, the spell will be broken and so will his will, unable to cast again for some time. The list is as follows, and their effects. Spells are made by combining words to make a general ‘idea’ of what is to be done. Grammar isn’t part of the spell, however, order and effective use of words is.
Elden Faith Mantra:
An – Negate/dispel
Bet – Small
Corp - Death
Des – Lower/down
Ex - Freedom
Flam - Flame
Grav – Energy/Field
Hur - Wind
In - Make/Create/Cause
Jux – Danger/Trap/Harm
Kal – Summon Invoke
Lor - Light
Mani – Life/healing
Nox - Poison
Ort – Magic
Por – Move/Movement
Quas - Illusion
Rel - Change
Sanct – Protect/protection
Tym - Time
Uus – Raise/Up
Vas - Greater
Wis – Know/Knowledge
Xen - Creature
Ylem – Matter/Substance
Zu – Sleep
Other Skills:
War is slightly versed in swordsmanship, but would lose against anyone with any talent whatsoever. Also, he seems to completely understand every single language he has come in contact with, and speak most of them without being aware of it. It seems that when he talks to a person, he automatically understands and begins speaking the language they speak.
History:
Floating…breathless…weightless…
For a time, all was dark, and silent except for the splashing of waves. An endless splashing, the only thing to listen to, the sound of calm water being slowly disturbed by a moving entity; yet soon after he began to heart something else. It was a thudding sound, sharp and quick, accompanied by another softer thud. A tingle of memory seeped into his empty mind, and told him this was a heartbeat. He was alive. Though his brain denied that it could be true for reasons his memory did not understand, he was alive. Something dreadful had happened, he was sure of that, and he was alive, in water, somewhere.
Feeling came next. The weightlessness was replaced by the realization he was in water, laying on some sort of stone slab. The texture of the slab was known to him, though he couldn’t move his hand to feel it. It was familiar, but forgotten. He was covered in clothing, a mix of leather, cloth, and metal that ended in a grand but dark scheme. ’One that would draw looks’, his mind told him and again his memory failed in understanding where it came from. That slate was blank.
Finally, vision, and movement came together at once. It had seemed as if he lay there for centuries, but finally he awoke to see a dark chamber, cave of some sort, covered with a small layer of dark purple water. His form had been lain on a slightly raised dais so that he wouldn’t drown, and a weapon with sheath was lain nearby. No sparks of memory provided him with the information he wanted, the dire questions. All answers were left unknown, except one. Who am I?
And that was spoken aloud.
“Warran Peace, a.k.a. Ürei. I am a Eldritch Hierophant, and assistant in Bartz Demadril’s experiments.”
He spoke, as programmed to from experience, but didn’t know what any of it meant. War didn’t know much, and most of his memories seemed to come to him only when he saw things. As he exited the chamber, he knew the way out, though didn’t exactly “remember” it. The feet did the walking, and he didn’t let himself think about where he was going. Soon daylight shone and his mouth spoke another phrase, telling him where he was.
“Corone, on the beach. This is a hidden cave, guarded by magic. My home.”
My world, a place I had left and now knew nothing about, and now returned to as a new person, wiped clean.
Clean as clean can be.