Urei
04-11-08, 01:41 AM
Name: Minervudottir Ygrimsson “Echo”
Age: 372
Race: Originally human.
Gender: Asexual [referred to as ‘him’]
Physical Description: Though Echo at all times wears his beloved shroud, Jeremiad, if anyone were by chance to catch him without it they would find a awkwardly handsome figure resembling a man. Completely hairless, and lacking any sexuality towards either end, Echo’s body resembles what would happen if an artist drew the best of women and the best of men into one figure, with smooth yet muscular curves, and a general figure that would attract the attention of any sexual preference. His eyes are a vibrant purple that often shine so bright in the correct lightning that they seem to glow. Echo’s skin is a soft yet dark shade that is deeper than a tan, but lighter than the Fallien tone.
However, Jeremiad often covers his form, and underneath Jeremiad his body tightly in black cloth strips, similar to the ancient art of mummification. The difference being the use of thin strips of cloth, and only in a single layer. Jeremiad itself is crafted with threads alchemically distilled from darkness, and is entirely weightless. It disobeys both gravity and wind, only being effected by Echo’s movements. The sleeves of the shrouded robe extend more than a foot past his hands, and have discreet vermillion shaded tassels at the ends. Tied to each tassel’s end is a small onyx bell, yet they never seem to speak out unless Echo wishes them to. The hood-like shroud is worn so that the rim of it is below his chin, and one tiny onyx bell hangs from its peak, hovers before his throat. The robe part of it falls low enough to hide Echo’s feet, brush the ground, yet not drag. Purple lines and contours cover the shroud, which glow gently when treated to darkness, and disappear in direct sunlight. The only design that is decipherable, is the single giant eye on the front of the hood, across his face. The cloak is opaque enough that no sunlight shines through, and no part of his body can be seen even in strong light.
Inventory:
-Jeremiad: Jeremiad is a garment of clothing that is very strange in its very existence and was created nearly a hundred years ago by Echo in the prime of his power. It was woven from alchemically distilled essence of shadows, and made so that it can never be properly destroyed unless done so by Echo. The cloak is unaffected by anything except Echo’s touch, even to the point that weapons pass through it, making it entirely useless for protection. The cloak, with it’s hood down, makes Echo entirely blind, allowing him to use his Shade abilities without worrying about his concentration being broken. If somehow harmed by magic, or other means, the robe will slowly mend itself whenever it is not being treated to direct sunlight. Other than this, it has no special usefulness. Echo, at all times, wears it.
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Traits:
Over the years that he has been alive, Echo has changed the basic makeup of his body drastically. Due to his life and energies and age being renewed every 100 years by the contract he made, he has had ample time to study, decipher, and change every bit of information about his own form. The more pertinent changes are here listed;
Sustenance: Having rid himself of any need for sustenance, Echo only has only bodily need now and that is the requirement that sometime within a 24 hour period he must fully engross his body in darkness. It must be completely light-lacking darkness, not simply a shaded area. Due to wearing Jeremiad constantly, he thus meets this need constantly. The needs that have been removed are; sleep, food, water, nutrients, and other basic needs.
Ambiguous Biology: Echo’s physical biology is ever-changing and inconstant. Depending on the atmosphere and environment, his body will match what is required to survive. If in an arctic environment, his body will grow an extra layer of protection from the cold, and if exposed to such conditions for a prolonged amount of time, his body will go to the extent of becoming entirely accustomed to even the lowest of temperatures. It, of course, has limits, but at best he can survive anywhere that animals can survive. These changes take place over a period of days, and require some time and exposure before any change occurs. Echo's body cannot adapt to magically created environments, however, for his altered nervous system doesn't recognize anything created by magic.
Shade Sight: When completely blinded by either lack of light, or other means, Echo’s vision essentially ceases and instead a second form of sight takes its place. This second sight, or what he calls Shade Sight, is more effective and is the only power that he has retained. When initiated, his sight is broadened to 260 degrees around his body, only leaving that which is directly behind him unseen. Also he may see up to 200 miles away, if terrain allows, and is able to see in detail anything within a 50 mile radius. His field of vision is able to be changed without any physical movement, unlike human eyes, but at a slower reaction time than the human eye. If allowed deep and undisturbed concentration, Echo can even move his field of vision away from his body and reposition it anywhere within a half mile radius around his body. This tires him greatly, and even more so the farther he reaches out.
Other Notable Abilities: [Not combat related]
Perfect Memory Retention: Echo never forgets anything. Period. End of story.
Musical Talent: Echo has, over the years, learned how to play essentially every instrument known to man, elf, or otherwise. There are very few that he cannot play with mastery. Also, he is a very natural singer and can draw upon any pitch and tone with ease and often mimic the sound and depth of other people’s voices.
Knowledge: Always a seeker of a new thing to learn, Echo has gathered an obscene amount of knowledge over the years and due to his immaculate sense of memory, he has forgotten nothing. Often his knowledge is wide and shallow, however, and covers random topics.
~Companion:~
Name: Journi
Race: Pix [Sub-species of Faerie]
Age: Indeterminate
Gender: Female
General Description: Due to her lack of confidence in her own appearance, Journi is constantly shrouded in a cloud of dark light and hides all of her body. So she appears to be a dark purple ball of light floating around constantly. She speaks in a language that only Echo seems to understand, yet seems to be able to speak any other language at wish. She has no powers, except that she upholds the 100-year pact that she made with Echo 253 years ago. She cannot leave his side, and will feel incredible pain if she tries to go more than a few yards away. She is about two inches in size.
History:
“It has been ninety two thousand one hundred fifty-five days since we first met, Journi.”
Echo’s still form stood atop a lonely tower in a forgotten place, keeping the careful vigil of the place long untouched by man. On his shoulder, the dark glittering form of Journi rested, carefully grooming her nails. Her soft, bell voice rang out in the silent night, speaking in a language that had not been used by any other being since before human kind existed.
“Oh, my adorable one, you are such a pathetic thing. Did you really keep count of the days? Wait, what am I asking, of course you did, because that’s how you are. You enjoy being anal. Yes, it’s probably been that many days, but could you tell me how many hours that is? Huh? Forget it, I don’t want to know. So, what of it, what do you want? I was enjoying the silence. I rarely get it anymore, you enjoy using that voice of yours more than what is healthy.”
A wicked smile played across Echo’s face, for he never grew tired of his companion’s defiant and inconsistent attitude. He had no time for it today, however, he had recently discovered a new mystery and was quite determined to overcome the shroud of darkness covering it. For that was who he was, the one whom defies the darkness.
“We are leaving soon. Returning to the world where mortals walk. But first, I have a small object I seek. Let us go.”
The Pix groaned, but despite her defiance she knew that there was no choice. Arguments fell on deaf ears when Echo had a goal in mind, and so she performed a swan dive from his shoulder and floated gently inside his robe. She would be safe there as he traveled, even though it would only last a moment. Only a moment later, the chime of his usually voiceless bells rang out, shaking the tower they stood upon with a ring of grandiose and power that couldn’t come from such tiny instruments. In the silence of their wake, her master’s voice rang out sharp and strong, in the tone of voice that told her instantly he was calling upon forces beyond her understanding.
[I]”Wings of infinity, fall from the heavens above and let your gentle hands part the path before me. Release the hold of the laws that dare govern this mundane world, and give to me my destination.”
Instantly a tear-like portal ripped open before him in the air, and he stepped in. As if only stepping through a door, they were in the next moment across the universes floating gently above the threshold of a great altar. Above the altar floated a simple, crude mirror that was magnified greatly in its appearance of importance by the chamber’s décor being designed entirely around it’s existence.
Lacking any hesitation, Echo mounted the stairs and approached the altar. Nearby, two stout men in flowing white robes that failed to hide their waterfalls of jiggling fat shouted in surprise and began attempting to run to interlope upon the meeting of man and mirror. As the priests reached their second step, Echo’s figure had already gained the ability to float gracefully, and he hovered with both arms stretched out on either side of the mirror, muttering soft words of adoration to it. One priest screamed out in a language that, sadly, Echo did not understand. For if he had, he would have heard the words, “Do not touch the mirror! It will give you your least desired wish!” Instead, his ears heard gibberish and he pulled back a sleep and laid one hand upon the holy artifact.
It was three days later when he awoke, upon the shores of a beach far away from the mirror. His form was twisted, by unharmed, and Jeremiad, his eternal guardian, protected him as he roused himself. Without even needing to test the hypothesis, Echo knew he had lost all of the power he had gained over the centuries. The thing he wished for the most was power, and what he gained was the lack thereof. With a deep sigh, he stood and spoke to Journi who sat, dazed, upon his shoulder.
“Well…I guess I shall start anew.”
Age: 372
Race: Originally human.
Gender: Asexual [referred to as ‘him’]
Physical Description: Though Echo at all times wears his beloved shroud, Jeremiad, if anyone were by chance to catch him without it they would find a awkwardly handsome figure resembling a man. Completely hairless, and lacking any sexuality towards either end, Echo’s body resembles what would happen if an artist drew the best of women and the best of men into one figure, with smooth yet muscular curves, and a general figure that would attract the attention of any sexual preference. His eyes are a vibrant purple that often shine so bright in the correct lightning that they seem to glow. Echo’s skin is a soft yet dark shade that is deeper than a tan, but lighter than the Fallien tone.
However, Jeremiad often covers his form, and underneath Jeremiad his body tightly in black cloth strips, similar to the ancient art of mummification. The difference being the use of thin strips of cloth, and only in a single layer. Jeremiad itself is crafted with threads alchemically distilled from darkness, and is entirely weightless. It disobeys both gravity and wind, only being effected by Echo’s movements. The sleeves of the shrouded robe extend more than a foot past his hands, and have discreet vermillion shaded tassels at the ends. Tied to each tassel’s end is a small onyx bell, yet they never seem to speak out unless Echo wishes them to. The hood-like shroud is worn so that the rim of it is below his chin, and one tiny onyx bell hangs from its peak, hovers before his throat. The robe part of it falls low enough to hide Echo’s feet, brush the ground, yet not drag. Purple lines and contours cover the shroud, which glow gently when treated to darkness, and disappear in direct sunlight. The only design that is decipherable, is the single giant eye on the front of the hood, across his face. The cloak is opaque enough that no sunlight shines through, and no part of his body can be seen even in strong light.
Inventory:
-Jeremiad: Jeremiad is a garment of clothing that is very strange in its very existence and was created nearly a hundred years ago by Echo in the prime of his power. It was woven from alchemically distilled essence of shadows, and made so that it can never be properly destroyed unless done so by Echo. The cloak is unaffected by anything except Echo’s touch, even to the point that weapons pass through it, making it entirely useless for protection. The cloak, with it’s hood down, makes Echo entirely blind, allowing him to use his Shade abilities without worrying about his concentration being broken. If somehow harmed by magic, or other means, the robe will slowly mend itself whenever it is not being treated to direct sunlight. Other than this, it has no special usefulness. Echo, at all times, wears it.
-
Traits:
Over the years that he has been alive, Echo has changed the basic makeup of his body drastically. Due to his life and energies and age being renewed every 100 years by the contract he made, he has had ample time to study, decipher, and change every bit of information about his own form. The more pertinent changes are here listed;
Sustenance: Having rid himself of any need for sustenance, Echo only has only bodily need now and that is the requirement that sometime within a 24 hour period he must fully engross his body in darkness. It must be completely light-lacking darkness, not simply a shaded area. Due to wearing Jeremiad constantly, he thus meets this need constantly. The needs that have been removed are; sleep, food, water, nutrients, and other basic needs.
Ambiguous Biology: Echo’s physical biology is ever-changing and inconstant. Depending on the atmosphere and environment, his body will match what is required to survive. If in an arctic environment, his body will grow an extra layer of protection from the cold, and if exposed to such conditions for a prolonged amount of time, his body will go to the extent of becoming entirely accustomed to even the lowest of temperatures. It, of course, has limits, but at best he can survive anywhere that animals can survive. These changes take place over a period of days, and require some time and exposure before any change occurs. Echo's body cannot adapt to magically created environments, however, for his altered nervous system doesn't recognize anything created by magic.
Shade Sight: When completely blinded by either lack of light, or other means, Echo’s vision essentially ceases and instead a second form of sight takes its place. This second sight, or what he calls Shade Sight, is more effective and is the only power that he has retained. When initiated, his sight is broadened to 260 degrees around his body, only leaving that which is directly behind him unseen. Also he may see up to 200 miles away, if terrain allows, and is able to see in detail anything within a 50 mile radius. His field of vision is able to be changed without any physical movement, unlike human eyes, but at a slower reaction time than the human eye. If allowed deep and undisturbed concentration, Echo can even move his field of vision away from his body and reposition it anywhere within a half mile radius around his body. This tires him greatly, and even more so the farther he reaches out.
Other Notable Abilities: [Not combat related]
Perfect Memory Retention: Echo never forgets anything. Period. End of story.
Musical Talent: Echo has, over the years, learned how to play essentially every instrument known to man, elf, or otherwise. There are very few that he cannot play with mastery. Also, he is a very natural singer and can draw upon any pitch and tone with ease and often mimic the sound and depth of other people’s voices.
Knowledge: Always a seeker of a new thing to learn, Echo has gathered an obscene amount of knowledge over the years and due to his immaculate sense of memory, he has forgotten nothing. Often his knowledge is wide and shallow, however, and covers random topics.
~Companion:~
Name: Journi
Race: Pix [Sub-species of Faerie]
Age: Indeterminate
Gender: Female
General Description: Due to her lack of confidence in her own appearance, Journi is constantly shrouded in a cloud of dark light and hides all of her body. So she appears to be a dark purple ball of light floating around constantly. She speaks in a language that only Echo seems to understand, yet seems to be able to speak any other language at wish. She has no powers, except that she upholds the 100-year pact that she made with Echo 253 years ago. She cannot leave his side, and will feel incredible pain if she tries to go more than a few yards away. She is about two inches in size.
History:
“It has been ninety two thousand one hundred fifty-five days since we first met, Journi.”
Echo’s still form stood atop a lonely tower in a forgotten place, keeping the careful vigil of the place long untouched by man. On his shoulder, the dark glittering form of Journi rested, carefully grooming her nails. Her soft, bell voice rang out in the silent night, speaking in a language that had not been used by any other being since before human kind existed.
“Oh, my adorable one, you are such a pathetic thing. Did you really keep count of the days? Wait, what am I asking, of course you did, because that’s how you are. You enjoy being anal. Yes, it’s probably been that many days, but could you tell me how many hours that is? Huh? Forget it, I don’t want to know. So, what of it, what do you want? I was enjoying the silence. I rarely get it anymore, you enjoy using that voice of yours more than what is healthy.”
A wicked smile played across Echo’s face, for he never grew tired of his companion’s defiant and inconsistent attitude. He had no time for it today, however, he had recently discovered a new mystery and was quite determined to overcome the shroud of darkness covering it. For that was who he was, the one whom defies the darkness.
“We are leaving soon. Returning to the world where mortals walk. But first, I have a small object I seek. Let us go.”
The Pix groaned, but despite her defiance she knew that there was no choice. Arguments fell on deaf ears when Echo had a goal in mind, and so she performed a swan dive from his shoulder and floated gently inside his robe. She would be safe there as he traveled, even though it would only last a moment. Only a moment later, the chime of his usually voiceless bells rang out, shaking the tower they stood upon with a ring of grandiose and power that couldn’t come from such tiny instruments. In the silence of their wake, her master’s voice rang out sharp and strong, in the tone of voice that told her instantly he was calling upon forces beyond her understanding.
[I]”Wings of infinity, fall from the heavens above and let your gentle hands part the path before me. Release the hold of the laws that dare govern this mundane world, and give to me my destination.”
Instantly a tear-like portal ripped open before him in the air, and he stepped in. As if only stepping through a door, they were in the next moment across the universes floating gently above the threshold of a great altar. Above the altar floated a simple, crude mirror that was magnified greatly in its appearance of importance by the chamber’s décor being designed entirely around it’s existence.
Lacking any hesitation, Echo mounted the stairs and approached the altar. Nearby, two stout men in flowing white robes that failed to hide their waterfalls of jiggling fat shouted in surprise and began attempting to run to interlope upon the meeting of man and mirror. As the priests reached their second step, Echo’s figure had already gained the ability to float gracefully, and he hovered with both arms stretched out on either side of the mirror, muttering soft words of adoration to it. One priest screamed out in a language that, sadly, Echo did not understand. For if he had, he would have heard the words, “Do not touch the mirror! It will give you your least desired wish!” Instead, his ears heard gibberish and he pulled back a sleep and laid one hand upon the holy artifact.
It was three days later when he awoke, upon the shores of a beach far away from the mirror. His form was twisted, by unharmed, and Jeremiad, his eternal guardian, protected him as he roused himself. Without even needing to test the hypothesis, Echo knew he had lost all of the power he had gained over the centuries. The thing he wished for the most was power, and what he gained was the lack thereof. With a deep sigh, he stood and spoke to Journi who sat, dazed, upon his shoulder.
“Well…I guess I shall start anew.”