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07-15-06, 03:07 AM
Name: Alathan uth Kavirana
Age: 178
Race: Dark Elf
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Red
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 145lbs.
Occupation: Mercenary / Bounty Hunter
Personality:
“One who pursues chaos.”
Like many drow, Alathan is one who finds comfort in the most unruly situations. Additionally, due to his chosen line of work as a bounty hunter and mercenary, Alathan has no qualms when it comes to starting fights with any who wish to rub shoulders with him.
When someone first meets Alathan, he gives off an aura of ‘free spirit.’ This means that as soon as anyone begins interacting with him he seems to feel at ease in his life, even though many that share his line of work are very rugged and straight-forward in nature.
Appearance:
At first glance, one would see before them a dark elf wearing a night blue cloak that has shimmering white embroidery lining the edges, with a crossbow strap going across his chest. The cloak is made of a fine type of wool and seems to be similar in texture to a lesser form of silk. Underneath the fine looking cloak, Alathan wears a white collared shirt that flares out at the wrists and has a deep cut neck. He also wears a pair of night black pantaloons, which, like his shirt, is made out of a cotton-like substance that allows the wind to pass through easily.
As for his belt and his boots they are both night blue, just like other pieces of his outfit. The pair of boots is made out of soft leather and was crafted by the delicate hands of an Elvin boot maker, so as to ensure that Alathan’s footsteps are muffled when he is moving around with the stealth of a cat and the cunning of a fox. His belt is looped around his waist and is made of tougher leather than that of his boots. The buckle has been made out of silver and crafted as a symbol of the God that Alathan worships; Mystus: God of Chaos. Attached to his belt Alathan has the sheaths of his daggers, one on his right hip and the other on his left hip. He also has a small container attached to his belt near his backside that contains several foot long crossbow bolts, with the fletching of the bolts sticking out of the top of the container.
History:
Alathan was the son of a Cleric of Mystus; Kavriana. He didn’t have many skills as a cleric, but he found out pretty quick when he was younger that he possessed skills far better than stupid magic. Agility and Dexterity. These were his allies in times of danger, not some stupid hocus-pocus crap that came from some god who looked like a cloud of black fog. Real skills. Skills you could use for everyday stuff. Like alley fights, oh yes he loved his alley fights. Unfortunately for him, his mother found out and sent him away for it. Something about dishonoring his family, but Alathan didn’t care.
Later after being banished from his family, Alathan found some new friends. Friends that others would consider ‘bad people.’ But who were they to judge the friends he had just ‘cause they kill people and steal stuff and beat people up. To Alathan they were like the brethren he never had. And so, Alathan became a bounty hunter.
* * * * * * * *
It was supposed to be a typical assignment; find the target and take them out. But this time it was different. Something unexpected happened that Alathan had not considered as he crouched on a rooftop, poised to take the shot from his crossbow at his unsuspecting target.
Okay. Target in sight…wait for it…wait for it…now!
Alathan, due to the fact that he had taken out so many targets like this one before hand and considered himself a pro, forgot to take into account the target was a magic user.
Damn! ………I can’t see ……… Damn! ……… I am so dead………
Just as he was about to fire from his crossbow, a flash of light blinded him, and his shot went off its mark. Lucky for his target, unlucky for him.
Aaahhhhhhhhhh!!!
In the instant that Alathan went blind, the magic user that had originally been a target became the killer. A blast of fire emitted from Alathan’s insides, ripping him apart like a melon exploding from the inside. Now dead, Alathan found himself in front of the God Mystus, who enjoyed nothing more than chaos and death.
“So Alathan, did you enjoy the fireworks… oh that’s right… hahaha… you were the fireworks.” Mystus began laughing at his simple joke.
“Yes, I thought it was real funny getting blown to pieces from the insides. Of all the ways to die, I would have to say that I never expected to die that way.” Alathan got up from where he was lying down and began looking around.
The chamber they were in was almost a surreal shade of black, the only light coming from the two torches that were lit behind the chair that Mystus currently sat in. Alathan affixed his eyes on Mystus, millions of questions popping into his mind.
“You are probably wondering as to why I have brought you here, yes?” Mystus asked, standing up from his chair to walk over to the right side of the room.
“Wow Mystus… you must be a God to have read my mind so well…” Alathan stated sarcastically, unimpressed by what any person with an IQ of dumb could have figured out.
“How quick the tongue is to cut at one who has saved you from the clutches of the Abyss.” Mystus waved his hand in the air and a large image the size of the wall shimmered into existence of the Abyss and the many monstrosities that reside within it, all bent on tormenting the many souls of the sinful.
Alathan walked over to stand next to Mystus, who stood a whole three or four foot taller than him. “So are you gonna’ answer the question or not? Alathan questioned while staring at the massive image of the Abyss and its many wonders and gruesome horrors.
“Of course, before I answer that question that I bet you’re just dying to hear” Mystus then breaks his sentence with a quick chuckle at the hidden wit in his previous statement, “there is something I would like you to see first.” Mystus then motioned to the wall where the image of the Abyss began to shimmer into a new one.
A picture of landscape, changing and shifting, was all that Alathan saw. Images of mountain ranges were quickly followed by beautiful planes of grass which then quickly changing to a short scene of a forest. The images were going by so fast that Alathan was beginning to wonder if he could throw up in this place, and whether Mystus cared if his lair was suddenly fouled by a former mortals vomit.
“This is the world that you know as Althanas, the place where you were born and the place that you died. This world was once filled with great chaos that I enjoyed very much, however, lately there has been a movement towards order and the joining of guilds and such. Real crap if you ask me…” Mystus, after his little monologue, put his hand on Alathan’s shoulder, “That’s where you come in Alathan. Even though I am sure you were looking forward to spending the next, oh… say… forever in the Abyss with a nice tormentor demon, I decided that you could be useful to me. I have a proposition for you, if you are willing to accept.”
Alathan’s face turned from one of listening to one of untrusting questioning. “Hmm… I am guessing there is some strings attached to this proposition as you call it.
A large smile immediately went across the ethereal face of the dark god. “But of course my dear-to-be-minion, but of course. No exchange can occur with only one side giving, it has to be a mutual exchange. Well actually, that’s a lie… cause you are pretty much getting shit all out of this compared to what I am getting… so I guess that means this is more of a either be my bi-o-tch or go to hell kinda’ deal.”
“Figured…” Alathan began pondering while Mystus stood there, the black mist that made up his body swirling around. “All right then, as long as I get to have revenge on that ass-of-a-mage who killed me.”
Mystus’ form began to spread around Alathan, causing all light to go out for Alathan. “Don’t worry my minion, you will get all the revenge you want… yes… all the revenge.”
* * * * * * *
After being transported from the realm of Mystus back to Althanas, Alathan finds himself in the room of an inn, lying in a bed awake and staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell just happened to him. Was it a dream? Or did he actually die? Either way, he would have his revenge…
Skills:
The following skills are listed at levels of proficiencies. Essentially, this is how they work.
Expert Proficiency (10 out of 10)
Highly Proficient (7-9 out of ten)
Moderately Proficient (5-7 out of ten)
Average Proficiency (4-5 out of ten)
Poor Proficiency (2-3 out of ten)
General Skills (Dexterity and Agility)
- Moderately Proficient to Dodge Melee Attacks
- Moderately Proficient with the Crossbow
- Limited Proficiency with Duel Daggers
- Poor Proficiency to Dodge Ranged Attacks
Racial Skills
-Dark vision(magical racial quality): (ability to in almost no light situations in a sixty foot radius around him; it comes out as black and white)
Special Skills (God-given skills)
-Mystus’ Embrace: The god Mystus has brought Alathan back to life to ensue chaos and wreak havoc upon the world. Under his guidance of course. This skill is basically an ability that comes with the new body that Alathan has. Although the body looks and feels like the original, there is some upgrades that Alathan may or may not like. Things like not having to eat, being able to hear Mystus in his thoughts, Mystus having control over whether the body is on the material plane or in his lair, and finally, whether or not Alathan has control over his body’s movement. (i.e. Mystus thinks that Alathan should fall on his face, so be it)
Equipment:
- one wooden crossbow, steel enforced
- two steel daggers with one foot blades
- leather pouch / container of steel crossbow bolts (x 10)
Age: 178
Race: Dark Elf
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Red
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 145lbs.
Occupation: Mercenary / Bounty Hunter
Personality:
“One who pursues chaos.”
Like many drow, Alathan is one who finds comfort in the most unruly situations. Additionally, due to his chosen line of work as a bounty hunter and mercenary, Alathan has no qualms when it comes to starting fights with any who wish to rub shoulders with him.
When someone first meets Alathan, he gives off an aura of ‘free spirit.’ This means that as soon as anyone begins interacting with him he seems to feel at ease in his life, even though many that share his line of work are very rugged and straight-forward in nature.
Appearance:
At first glance, one would see before them a dark elf wearing a night blue cloak that has shimmering white embroidery lining the edges, with a crossbow strap going across his chest. The cloak is made of a fine type of wool and seems to be similar in texture to a lesser form of silk. Underneath the fine looking cloak, Alathan wears a white collared shirt that flares out at the wrists and has a deep cut neck. He also wears a pair of night black pantaloons, which, like his shirt, is made out of a cotton-like substance that allows the wind to pass through easily.
As for his belt and his boots they are both night blue, just like other pieces of his outfit. The pair of boots is made out of soft leather and was crafted by the delicate hands of an Elvin boot maker, so as to ensure that Alathan’s footsteps are muffled when he is moving around with the stealth of a cat and the cunning of a fox. His belt is looped around his waist and is made of tougher leather than that of his boots. The buckle has been made out of silver and crafted as a symbol of the God that Alathan worships; Mystus: God of Chaos. Attached to his belt Alathan has the sheaths of his daggers, one on his right hip and the other on his left hip. He also has a small container attached to his belt near his backside that contains several foot long crossbow bolts, with the fletching of the bolts sticking out of the top of the container.
History:
Alathan was the son of a Cleric of Mystus; Kavriana. He didn’t have many skills as a cleric, but he found out pretty quick when he was younger that he possessed skills far better than stupid magic. Agility and Dexterity. These were his allies in times of danger, not some stupid hocus-pocus crap that came from some god who looked like a cloud of black fog. Real skills. Skills you could use for everyday stuff. Like alley fights, oh yes he loved his alley fights. Unfortunately for him, his mother found out and sent him away for it. Something about dishonoring his family, but Alathan didn’t care.
Later after being banished from his family, Alathan found some new friends. Friends that others would consider ‘bad people.’ But who were they to judge the friends he had just ‘cause they kill people and steal stuff and beat people up. To Alathan they were like the brethren he never had. And so, Alathan became a bounty hunter.
* * * * * * * *
It was supposed to be a typical assignment; find the target and take them out. But this time it was different. Something unexpected happened that Alathan had not considered as he crouched on a rooftop, poised to take the shot from his crossbow at his unsuspecting target.
Okay. Target in sight…wait for it…wait for it…now!
Alathan, due to the fact that he had taken out so many targets like this one before hand and considered himself a pro, forgot to take into account the target was a magic user.
Damn! ………I can’t see ……… Damn! ……… I am so dead………
Just as he was about to fire from his crossbow, a flash of light blinded him, and his shot went off its mark. Lucky for his target, unlucky for him.
Aaahhhhhhhhhh!!!
In the instant that Alathan went blind, the magic user that had originally been a target became the killer. A blast of fire emitted from Alathan’s insides, ripping him apart like a melon exploding from the inside. Now dead, Alathan found himself in front of the God Mystus, who enjoyed nothing more than chaos and death.
“So Alathan, did you enjoy the fireworks… oh that’s right… hahaha… you were the fireworks.” Mystus began laughing at his simple joke.
“Yes, I thought it was real funny getting blown to pieces from the insides. Of all the ways to die, I would have to say that I never expected to die that way.” Alathan got up from where he was lying down and began looking around.
The chamber they were in was almost a surreal shade of black, the only light coming from the two torches that were lit behind the chair that Mystus currently sat in. Alathan affixed his eyes on Mystus, millions of questions popping into his mind.
“You are probably wondering as to why I have brought you here, yes?” Mystus asked, standing up from his chair to walk over to the right side of the room.
“Wow Mystus… you must be a God to have read my mind so well…” Alathan stated sarcastically, unimpressed by what any person with an IQ of dumb could have figured out.
“How quick the tongue is to cut at one who has saved you from the clutches of the Abyss.” Mystus waved his hand in the air and a large image the size of the wall shimmered into existence of the Abyss and the many monstrosities that reside within it, all bent on tormenting the many souls of the sinful.
Alathan walked over to stand next to Mystus, who stood a whole three or four foot taller than him. “So are you gonna’ answer the question or not? Alathan questioned while staring at the massive image of the Abyss and its many wonders and gruesome horrors.
“Of course, before I answer that question that I bet you’re just dying to hear” Mystus then breaks his sentence with a quick chuckle at the hidden wit in his previous statement, “there is something I would like you to see first.” Mystus then motioned to the wall where the image of the Abyss began to shimmer into a new one.
A picture of landscape, changing and shifting, was all that Alathan saw. Images of mountain ranges were quickly followed by beautiful planes of grass which then quickly changing to a short scene of a forest. The images were going by so fast that Alathan was beginning to wonder if he could throw up in this place, and whether Mystus cared if his lair was suddenly fouled by a former mortals vomit.
“This is the world that you know as Althanas, the place where you were born and the place that you died. This world was once filled with great chaos that I enjoyed very much, however, lately there has been a movement towards order and the joining of guilds and such. Real crap if you ask me…” Mystus, after his little monologue, put his hand on Alathan’s shoulder, “That’s where you come in Alathan. Even though I am sure you were looking forward to spending the next, oh… say… forever in the Abyss with a nice tormentor demon, I decided that you could be useful to me. I have a proposition for you, if you are willing to accept.”
Alathan’s face turned from one of listening to one of untrusting questioning. “Hmm… I am guessing there is some strings attached to this proposition as you call it.
A large smile immediately went across the ethereal face of the dark god. “But of course my dear-to-be-minion, but of course. No exchange can occur with only one side giving, it has to be a mutual exchange. Well actually, that’s a lie… cause you are pretty much getting shit all out of this compared to what I am getting… so I guess that means this is more of a either be my bi-o-tch or go to hell kinda’ deal.”
“Figured…” Alathan began pondering while Mystus stood there, the black mist that made up his body swirling around. “All right then, as long as I get to have revenge on that ass-of-a-mage who killed me.”
Mystus’ form began to spread around Alathan, causing all light to go out for Alathan. “Don’t worry my minion, you will get all the revenge you want… yes… all the revenge.”
* * * * * * *
After being transported from the realm of Mystus back to Althanas, Alathan finds himself in the room of an inn, lying in a bed awake and staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell just happened to him. Was it a dream? Or did he actually die? Either way, he would have his revenge…
Skills:
The following skills are listed at levels of proficiencies. Essentially, this is how they work.
Expert Proficiency (10 out of 10)
Highly Proficient (7-9 out of ten)
Moderately Proficient (5-7 out of ten)
Average Proficiency (4-5 out of ten)
Poor Proficiency (2-3 out of ten)
General Skills (Dexterity and Agility)
- Moderately Proficient to Dodge Melee Attacks
- Moderately Proficient with the Crossbow
- Limited Proficiency with Duel Daggers
- Poor Proficiency to Dodge Ranged Attacks
Racial Skills
-Dark vision(magical racial quality): (ability to in almost no light situations in a sixty foot radius around him; it comes out as black and white)
Special Skills (God-given skills)
-Mystus’ Embrace: The god Mystus has brought Alathan back to life to ensue chaos and wreak havoc upon the world. Under his guidance of course. This skill is basically an ability that comes with the new body that Alathan has. Although the body looks and feels like the original, there is some upgrades that Alathan may or may not like. Things like not having to eat, being able to hear Mystus in his thoughts, Mystus having control over whether the body is on the material plane or in his lair, and finally, whether or not Alathan has control over his body’s movement. (i.e. Mystus thinks that Alathan should fall on his face, so be it)
Equipment:
- one wooden crossbow, steel enforced
- two steel daggers with one foot blades
- leather pouch / container of steel crossbow bolts (x 10)