Runeologic
03-26-09, 08:34 PM
Name: Zander Ross
Age: 18
Race: Human
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Cyan
Height: 5”4
Weight: 120 lbs / 54.5kgs
Occupation: Knight
Personality: He is self-centred and arrogant, wanting nothing to do with anyone but also has a compassionate side where he doesn’t like those around him upset…or just wants them to shut up about it.
Appearance: To see his body…It would be understandable to mistake him for female, his body is toned, athletic but soft and slender.
His hair is short and spiky getting longer towards the crown of his head, branching down in front of both his ears and between his eyes. His eyes are narrow and his cheeks each have 3 black scars from claws. These are usually covered by the black scarf around his neck; each end hangs of his back and reaches just above his ankle.
He is dressed in black and white with a small touch of cyan. He is wearing armless black chainmail under an armless white over shirt that only reaches below his chest. The bottom of the coat is lined with cyan.
Each hand is gloved in white leather up to his wrist excluding his index finger and little finger. Around the bottom half of his arm is black chainmail that covers the top of his hand attached to his fingers by rings. Overlapping the black chainmail is white steel armour with missing segments on the inside of the arm to allow for elbow and wrist movements.
Baggy black trousers covered by a white skirt that reaches down to the ankle of his right leg and wraps around reaching to the back of his left leg. Over the skirt around his waist is a white sash held on by a black belt. His shoes are plain white tied up the centre, covered by a separate black fabric apart from his heel and toes, tied on the inside of his foot, they have white soles.
History:
Sold into slavery, Zander has always hated people because of how they treated him He was weak, the only thing that stopped him from killing himself and ending his torment was a voice in the back of his head telling him that he was worth more, that he was something special. Most would call that insanity. Made to work on some docks moving cargo to and from ships, he was physically weak and this caused him to be beaten.
Then one day it all ended, freed by a knight, a lord. Lord Damien McCabe. He enlisted as a knight to serve the lord who freed him. He learnt the ways of the sword and the code of the knight. As time went on, he began to question his lord’s ways, there was something…not right about him, but he served the code and stayed loyal to his lord.
For 2 years he stayed loyal to his lord, for 2 years he avoided talking to the others around him, he didn’t trust them. He assumed they were of a noble lineage unlike himself. He hated them, and his ferocity showed in the duels he had with his fellow knights. A life of lifting heavy objects had made him swift with a sword, able to swing it with ease.
Dressed in full chainmail armour, Zander moved his black hair away from his eyes and placed the helmet on his head. With the long sword in his right hand, he braced it loosely with his left. Waiting, he never made the first move, he welcomed death, still wanting to die but unable to force himself to do it. A blade came at him from the left, he grasped his sword and braced for the attack, as the blades clashed he forced all his weight onto it slowly driving it away. The opposing knight in front of him stared deeply at him, a smile in the gap of his helmet. Giving in to Zander’s might the opposing knights blade was forced down, but as it was his foot raised and struck Zander’s hands forcing him to drop the sword. The opposing knight quickly took this chance, lifting his blade and raising it to Zander’s neck. It was not often he lost. His hand rose to the level of the blade and he took hold of it. Forcing it away from his neck, he clenched his fist but as he did the voice in his head spoke to him once more.
“Stop it; there is no need for this!” Zander found himself unable to sleep, still furious at his loss. He looked out from the castle barracks and looked down. To the floor, again he thought of death. The door to the stairs opened behind him.
“My lord!” Zander recited bowing his head. As he saw his lord dressed in a robe and a sword attached to the belt.
“I hear you lost today and did not take it too well.” The lord spoke, looking down on his knight.
“This is….true…my lord.” He said with the tremble of shame in his voice.
“That is…unfortunate. You have become too unreliable; your anger gets the better of you. You are unworthy of being a knight.” The lord recited, as if he had said it many times before. He took a step closer to Zander, unsheathing his sword.
“My lord Damien, I assure you…I will not let my anger control me!” he said, scared, he had seen his lord in battle, he was unsure if he could beat him, but he wasn’t even armed, he stood no chance. He backed away towards the edge of the barracks.
“I’m sorry my lad.” The lord said as he raised his sword and swiftly struck down again. Zander barely dodged to the side, glancing towards his lord’s hand, he brought his foot around and kicked him stoutly on the hand forcing his lord to drop his sword, placing them on equal grounds. “No matter.” He said as a red circle appeared at his feet, filling in with twisting and jagged patterns. The light from the circle covered his whole body and it began to change. It slowly got covered in spiked black armour, his eyes grew red as a helmet appeared around his head, with horns extending backwards and only red light visible through the T shaped visor at the front. Wings burst from his back, huge and leathery, followed by a segmented tail. The light faded, leaving…a man in armour that resembled a dragon.
Frightened and glued to the spot Zander stared as the metal clad hands reached down towards his face. 3 of the fingers began to glow red on each hand, producing a burning energy that reached beyond the physical. The claws burned into his face ripping it open and burning it shut at the same time. “I have no deed for such a weapon.” came a deeper voice from the helmet. Pulling his hands down and off of Zander’s face, there were 3 blood covered scars on each side of his face. Zander couldn’t even scream for fear of making the wounds worse. He felt his clothes tighten as he was lifted from the ground with one hand. He was frozen by fear, unable to move. “Goodbye!” his lord said as he threw him over the wall. He closed his eyes and accepted death.
“This is not the end.” Said the voice in his head.
“Who are you? You have always been there convincing me that death is not the answer” he responded in his head as he felt the cold breeze rush past his body as it levelled out and his decent quickened.
“I’m you.” Replied the voice simply.
“Well in a moment I will be nothing but a stain on the courtyard.” He waited for a response but there was none, his body began to…tingle, he felt a rush through his body, and something that had never been there before, it grew stronger and stronger, filling his body with an ice cold feeling. He opened his eyes and saw a familiar light, one that he had just seen, one like the lords, although it was white, it was…cyan instead of red. He saw images of strange symbols flash before his eyes things he had never seen before, his body…grew things, his whole clothes changed, even the hair in front of his eyes changed. As if on impulse, his body twisted backwards so his feet were facing the ground. In the corners of his eyes he could see 4 huge cyan wings thrust down with all there might as he hit the ground sending dust, earth and even loose stones flying around him, safely on the ground.
Skills:
Knights Code: Raised in the ways of a knight he follows the knights code to the best of his ability, his way of combat is usually 2 handed, head on.
Adaptability: His armour is in constant flux depending on the situation, something from nothing. From his wrists he can produce black flat blades that are 6 inches long and split down the centre. And just as quickly make them vanish. He can make full gauntlets with clawed fingers extend from the armour already placed on his arms. Shoulder guards and shin guards also be created. Each creation adds more strain to his body, taking longer with each creation.
Hand full of Nothing: If he looses grip of his blade he can recall it to his hand simply by will. The blade decomposes and bolts to his hand resembling black lightning. The blade turns to void energy; an energy that rips particles apart it even disperses light giving it the appearance of black electricity with a white glow. Once the energy is in his hand it reforms into the blade. He can only recall the blade if it is within view and up too 15 foot away.
Equipment:
Null Blade: with the density of steel, a pure black double edged blade with the centre missing apart from a bridge half way down, 25 inches long. The hand guard is a white, wide and flat egg like shape with the larger side towards the handle, in the centre of this is a large semi-transparent cyan orb, with an almost magical light in the centre. The guard is 3 inches long. The handle is a dull black leather, 6 inches long, tipped with another white egg like shape but only 1 inch long and no orb in the centre.
Z armour: The clothes he wears are not of his choosing, they are magically attached to his body and he is unable to remove them even if he wanted too. They can be cut and damaged but as with wounds they repair over time.
Familiars:
Z: a female soul that shares his body giving him his abilities, she shares the thoughts of Zander and is able to see others souls.
To anyone with soul perception she would have pale cyan skin, she has a sleek and slender physique similar to Zander but lacking any indication or real gender. On her back are 4 feathery wings the same colour as her body. Her eyes are pure white as is her long hair.
Age: 18
Race: Human
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Cyan
Height: 5”4
Weight: 120 lbs / 54.5kgs
Occupation: Knight
Personality: He is self-centred and arrogant, wanting nothing to do with anyone but also has a compassionate side where he doesn’t like those around him upset…or just wants them to shut up about it.
Appearance: To see his body…It would be understandable to mistake him for female, his body is toned, athletic but soft and slender.
His hair is short and spiky getting longer towards the crown of his head, branching down in front of both his ears and between his eyes. His eyes are narrow and his cheeks each have 3 black scars from claws. These are usually covered by the black scarf around his neck; each end hangs of his back and reaches just above his ankle.
He is dressed in black and white with a small touch of cyan. He is wearing armless black chainmail under an armless white over shirt that only reaches below his chest. The bottom of the coat is lined with cyan.
Each hand is gloved in white leather up to his wrist excluding his index finger and little finger. Around the bottom half of his arm is black chainmail that covers the top of his hand attached to his fingers by rings. Overlapping the black chainmail is white steel armour with missing segments on the inside of the arm to allow for elbow and wrist movements.
Baggy black trousers covered by a white skirt that reaches down to the ankle of his right leg and wraps around reaching to the back of his left leg. Over the skirt around his waist is a white sash held on by a black belt. His shoes are plain white tied up the centre, covered by a separate black fabric apart from his heel and toes, tied on the inside of his foot, they have white soles.
History:
Sold into slavery, Zander has always hated people because of how they treated him He was weak, the only thing that stopped him from killing himself and ending his torment was a voice in the back of his head telling him that he was worth more, that he was something special. Most would call that insanity. Made to work on some docks moving cargo to and from ships, he was physically weak and this caused him to be beaten.
Then one day it all ended, freed by a knight, a lord. Lord Damien McCabe. He enlisted as a knight to serve the lord who freed him. He learnt the ways of the sword and the code of the knight. As time went on, he began to question his lord’s ways, there was something…not right about him, but he served the code and stayed loyal to his lord.
For 2 years he stayed loyal to his lord, for 2 years he avoided talking to the others around him, he didn’t trust them. He assumed they were of a noble lineage unlike himself. He hated them, and his ferocity showed in the duels he had with his fellow knights. A life of lifting heavy objects had made him swift with a sword, able to swing it with ease.
Dressed in full chainmail armour, Zander moved his black hair away from his eyes and placed the helmet on his head. With the long sword in his right hand, he braced it loosely with his left. Waiting, he never made the first move, he welcomed death, still wanting to die but unable to force himself to do it. A blade came at him from the left, he grasped his sword and braced for the attack, as the blades clashed he forced all his weight onto it slowly driving it away. The opposing knight in front of him stared deeply at him, a smile in the gap of his helmet. Giving in to Zander’s might the opposing knights blade was forced down, but as it was his foot raised and struck Zander’s hands forcing him to drop the sword. The opposing knight quickly took this chance, lifting his blade and raising it to Zander’s neck. It was not often he lost. His hand rose to the level of the blade and he took hold of it. Forcing it away from his neck, he clenched his fist but as he did the voice in his head spoke to him once more.
“Stop it; there is no need for this!” Zander found himself unable to sleep, still furious at his loss. He looked out from the castle barracks and looked down. To the floor, again he thought of death. The door to the stairs opened behind him.
“My lord!” Zander recited bowing his head. As he saw his lord dressed in a robe and a sword attached to the belt.
“I hear you lost today and did not take it too well.” The lord spoke, looking down on his knight.
“This is….true…my lord.” He said with the tremble of shame in his voice.
“That is…unfortunate. You have become too unreliable; your anger gets the better of you. You are unworthy of being a knight.” The lord recited, as if he had said it many times before. He took a step closer to Zander, unsheathing his sword.
“My lord Damien, I assure you…I will not let my anger control me!” he said, scared, he had seen his lord in battle, he was unsure if he could beat him, but he wasn’t even armed, he stood no chance. He backed away towards the edge of the barracks.
“I’m sorry my lad.” The lord said as he raised his sword and swiftly struck down again. Zander barely dodged to the side, glancing towards his lord’s hand, he brought his foot around and kicked him stoutly on the hand forcing his lord to drop his sword, placing them on equal grounds. “No matter.” He said as a red circle appeared at his feet, filling in with twisting and jagged patterns. The light from the circle covered his whole body and it began to change. It slowly got covered in spiked black armour, his eyes grew red as a helmet appeared around his head, with horns extending backwards and only red light visible through the T shaped visor at the front. Wings burst from his back, huge and leathery, followed by a segmented tail. The light faded, leaving…a man in armour that resembled a dragon.
Frightened and glued to the spot Zander stared as the metal clad hands reached down towards his face. 3 of the fingers began to glow red on each hand, producing a burning energy that reached beyond the physical. The claws burned into his face ripping it open and burning it shut at the same time. “I have no deed for such a weapon.” came a deeper voice from the helmet. Pulling his hands down and off of Zander’s face, there were 3 blood covered scars on each side of his face. Zander couldn’t even scream for fear of making the wounds worse. He felt his clothes tighten as he was lifted from the ground with one hand. He was frozen by fear, unable to move. “Goodbye!” his lord said as he threw him over the wall. He closed his eyes and accepted death.
“This is not the end.” Said the voice in his head.
“Who are you? You have always been there convincing me that death is not the answer” he responded in his head as he felt the cold breeze rush past his body as it levelled out and his decent quickened.
“I’m you.” Replied the voice simply.
“Well in a moment I will be nothing but a stain on the courtyard.” He waited for a response but there was none, his body began to…tingle, he felt a rush through his body, and something that had never been there before, it grew stronger and stronger, filling his body with an ice cold feeling. He opened his eyes and saw a familiar light, one that he had just seen, one like the lords, although it was white, it was…cyan instead of red. He saw images of strange symbols flash before his eyes things he had never seen before, his body…grew things, his whole clothes changed, even the hair in front of his eyes changed. As if on impulse, his body twisted backwards so his feet were facing the ground. In the corners of his eyes he could see 4 huge cyan wings thrust down with all there might as he hit the ground sending dust, earth and even loose stones flying around him, safely on the ground.
Skills:
Knights Code: Raised in the ways of a knight he follows the knights code to the best of his ability, his way of combat is usually 2 handed, head on.
Adaptability: His armour is in constant flux depending on the situation, something from nothing. From his wrists he can produce black flat blades that are 6 inches long and split down the centre. And just as quickly make them vanish. He can make full gauntlets with clawed fingers extend from the armour already placed on his arms. Shoulder guards and shin guards also be created. Each creation adds more strain to his body, taking longer with each creation.
Hand full of Nothing: If he looses grip of his blade he can recall it to his hand simply by will. The blade decomposes and bolts to his hand resembling black lightning. The blade turns to void energy; an energy that rips particles apart it even disperses light giving it the appearance of black electricity with a white glow. Once the energy is in his hand it reforms into the blade. He can only recall the blade if it is within view and up too 15 foot away.
Equipment:
Null Blade: with the density of steel, a pure black double edged blade with the centre missing apart from a bridge half way down, 25 inches long. The hand guard is a white, wide and flat egg like shape with the larger side towards the handle, in the centre of this is a large semi-transparent cyan orb, with an almost magical light in the centre. The guard is 3 inches long. The handle is a dull black leather, 6 inches long, tipped with another white egg like shape but only 1 inch long and no orb in the centre.
Z armour: The clothes he wears are not of his choosing, they are magically attached to his body and he is unable to remove them even if he wanted too. They can be cut and damaged but as with wounds they repair over time.
Familiars:
Z: a female soul that shares his body giving him his abilities, she shares the thoughts of Zander and is able to see others souls.
To anyone with soul perception she would have pale cyan skin, she has a sleek and slender physique similar to Zander but lacking any indication or real gender. On her back are 4 feathery wings the same colour as her body. Her eyes are pure white as is her long hair.