Aurion Centris
06-11-14, 05:21 PM
Aurion Centris
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 138 lbs.
Race: High Elf
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Age: Several Thousand Years
"Be at peace and fear not, brother. Our time will come."
The last words I heard still ring in my mind. This place is maddening, these chains are stifling. Darkness has swallowed my sight and thirst has long since dried my throat. I cannot rasp a sound, but the magic woven over me sustains my life. Would that I could simply cry out, and that the world would tremble at the sound.
But my own kind has condemned me to this eternity.
Far beneath the insurmountable peaks, my brother at arms and I rail in futility against the injustices of this world, this young and impressionable Althanas. Time will see it ravaged and the might of my people will wane. This is my curse, my promise to them. For their own pragmatism and their short-sighted failings, that which is great will rot into desolation.
I can do nothing to stop it. I lament that my people are damned to fall from grace, but what must be will be.
"Our time will come," he often assures me in my mind. I can't see the bright future as he does, though I once sang of it in song. I once promised him a world bereft of hatred and war, and he believed in my vision. Now, I am the one made blind.
Forgive me, Obaral. I have no more faith for either of us.
Disposition: Calm, calculating, but fierce. His measured tone rasps from disuse, but there is a harsh resonance to it that is almost unnerving. He is generally thoughtful, gets along well enough with High Elves (no one is alive who remembers him), but he is short and difficult with other races. His racist views get him into trouble. The exception to this is Obaral Sung, who is his close friend and brother-at-arms.
Skills: Singing (cannot currently perform)
Dagger/Long Knife (Extremely Skilled, but unable to fight at his actual proficiency due to immense atrophy)
Dual Wielding
Lore (Spellsinging)
Lore (Tap)
Abilities:
Spellsinging- The ability to use magic through his voice. Currently cannot be used due to his throat being dried out and memory loss (he can't recall a full song)
Items: Two runic daggers, sealed with a strange power. They are at the strength of iron, currently.
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 138 lbs.
Race: High Elf
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Age: Several Thousand Years
"Be at peace and fear not, brother. Our time will come."
The last words I heard still ring in my mind. This place is maddening, these chains are stifling. Darkness has swallowed my sight and thirst has long since dried my throat. I cannot rasp a sound, but the magic woven over me sustains my life. Would that I could simply cry out, and that the world would tremble at the sound.
But my own kind has condemned me to this eternity.
Far beneath the insurmountable peaks, my brother at arms and I rail in futility against the injustices of this world, this young and impressionable Althanas. Time will see it ravaged and the might of my people will wane. This is my curse, my promise to them. For their own pragmatism and their short-sighted failings, that which is great will rot into desolation.
I can do nothing to stop it. I lament that my people are damned to fall from grace, but what must be will be.
"Our time will come," he often assures me in my mind. I can't see the bright future as he does, though I once sang of it in song. I once promised him a world bereft of hatred and war, and he believed in my vision. Now, I am the one made blind.
Forgive me, Obaral. I have no more faith for either of us.
Disposition: Calm, calculating, but fierce. His measured tone rasps from disuse, but there is a harsh resonance to it that is almost unnerving. He is generally thoughtful, gets along well enough with High Elves (no one is alive who remembers him), but he is short and difficult with other races. His racist views get him into trouble. The exception to this is Obaral Sung, who is his close friend and brother-at-arms.
Skills: Singing (cannot currently perform)
Dagger/Long Knife (Extremely Skilled, but unable to fight at his actual proficiency due to immense atrophy)
Dual Wielding
Lore (Spellsinging)
Lore (Tap)
Abilities:
Spellsinging- The ability to use magic through his voice. Currently cannot be used due to his throat being dried out and memory loss (he can't recall a full song)
Items: Two runic daggers, sealed with a strange power. They are at the strength of iron, currently.