Farsight
08-28-07, 12:47 PM
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[Name] – Terrian Farsight
[Age] – 210
[Height] – 5 feet, 3 inches
[Weight] – 115 pounds
[Race] – Moon Elf
[Home] – Raiaera
[Languages] – Elven (high dialect), Common (elven inflection)
[Class] – Sorcerer
Sub-class] – Traveler
[Hair] – Silver/blonde
[Eyes] – Silver/blue
[Appearance] – Terrian Farsight, though not arrogant, his appearance is far from that. He has an aura about him that most believe he thinks himself higher than other; however it’s far from true. He favors an elegant garb of something alike travelers clothes, mixed with a flash of mage-esque robe. Terrian’s base attire consists of a light blue shirt, short sleeved, and a pair of white pants, which are loose but not overly so. Above all of that he wears a thin robe, tight around his chest with a belt across his waist. It falls to the middle of his rider’s boots, but is split from the base to his just under his waist. Over his shirt and robe is a jacket that he would be loath to be without. It is long sleeved, with a thick large collar. At its center is a large sapphire used as a clasp to shut the coat, which has no buttons to keep it closed otherwise. Atop his head is white top hat with a moonlight blue ribbon around it. Finally he wears a pair of knee high leather boots, which the white pants are tucked into. The boots have a small cap like appearance that covers the knees, loose and unrestricted; they do not bend with Terrian’s movements or change their rounded appearance.
[Beliefs] – The common people of Althanas do not give heed to the powers possessed by those that are far above them, both in physical and metaphysical ability. Terrian, however, possesses a certain altruistic view of his creation, existence, and death. His beliefs are firmly founded and rooted in the rote of the Raiaeran religion, despite it not being hailed as a firm and stolid mythos. As a moon elf, however, his faith if firm and far from questionable, causing him to believe and worship the gods of the sky and stars. Mother Aurient and Father Galatiriel were fundamental creators of his race, blessing them with the wisdom of the gods and the stars. Celestial belief is by far necessary and ingrained in the thoughts and lifestyle of the race. His religion offers the Terrian to worship and believe in all the gods, but like most he holds one dearer than others. His is the Sweet-Star, Arddunwё, the god of physical beauty and art, but too the stars themselves.
He prays above all that he will be found worth of release to become part of the fruits of the Star-Tree when he perishes, or passes on. Whichever it be, he only concerns himself with his beliefs and future… becoming one with the Manwelindomё.
[Weapon(s)]
[Yushtai] – A six inch steel dagger, which is always tucked into his belt at his right side. The blade is eight inches long, a polished steel coloration, with a thick leather handle. At the center of the pommel is a small crystal, blueish in coloration. The blade is more useful as a medium for casting than a weapon. Terrian holds the blade in his main-hand, but uses the magical aura that surrounds it to heighten his casting prowess. The blade currently only can be used as a way to cast spells, like a mages staff, and does not increase any of his strength or ability with spells.
[Magic]
Ballad of Chilling Fog – Terrian’s voice is strong, and through his melodic tone he is able to cast his spells. His ability with his spells are different than most, allowing him to pull strength from his heritage and moon-elven blood. Ballad of Chilling Fog is a song sung in a deep, sweet tone, no words are spoken but it is his ability to carry his tone that powers his spell. This spell summons a slow forming, cold fog which seems to pierce the skin itself. No common armor or ability can resist the shifting fog, which filters inside clothes and through most armor. The fogs abilities slow most people around him, and chill them causing them to move just slightly slower. The area of effect of the spell is 20 yards from the caster, and the fog does not move from the point it was cast.
Ice Shard – The only spell he can cast without an accompanying song. Terrian can summon forth a shard of ice from the inside of his wrists. The shard is six inches long, double sided, and made of a ice shard that is as hard as steel. He can summon a few in a battle. They can either be thrown, accurately up to thirty feet (10 yards), or remain stationary on his wrist. Either way they must sprout from his wrist, and are instantly created.
Dissonance of Shifting Shadows – The deep, discordant song of the shadows are a very macabre song to hear. Most take the harmony to heart, fearing the strength that dances in the wake of the casters tone. With the connection to the moon and its light, there also comes the familiarity of the darkness that descends when the moonlit glow rises. Terrian’s ability to control and move the darkness is a connection to the more sinister side of his power. His manipulation of the shadows is extremely limited, since the ability is so broad. Currently his power allows him to do little more than summon the shifting void as a small shield, easily broken, or a cloak that can be wrapped around his body to hide him further at night. There is a downside, however, to singing songs that deal with the power of the shadows. The more it is used, the harder it is to resist using it again and again. Therefore, Terrian attempts to use it only when it is absolutely necessary.
Enchanting – Terrian’s ability to enchant is a core magical ability, focusing on his ability to focus his spells into an item that can then hold the enchantment for a short period. Currently he is unable to permanently enchant an item, and knows even fewer enchantments. It is also technically illegal to permanently enchant an item by High Bard Law, so he would not attempt to do such. He is also unable to enchant a weapon already holding some form of magical ability, so he is unable to place more than one enchantment on an item at once. His current enchantments are as follows:
Ice Shard Sheath – An adaptation of his own spell, Ice Shard, his spell allows him to enchant a weapon [as is common] to be able to summon forth a coating of ice which will be created at the will of the user. The spell will only be able to be summoned forth twice before the enchantment dissipates. Once summoned, it will last until it has been broken, or until ten minutes have passed. Since it is a magical summoning of ice, it is not able to be melted, except by magical heat.
Moon’s Understated Strength [LOCKED]– Terrian’s true strength and prowess comes out when the sun sets and the moon rises. It takes a lot of time and use of the strength to grow in power. As a moon elf, Terrian grows stronger, faster, and smarter when the moon is out. It is a racial ability which the sorcerer has little ability to control. When the moon is full his abilities double (one night a month), but when the moon is new (one night a month) his strength is halved. All other times his abilities are normal.
Strength – His physical strength, the gage of his attacking power.
Stamina [x2] – His ability to resist physical damage, stamina is directly related to his physical strength to resist damage taken and his ability to carry on despite taking damage.
Intellect [x2] – His strength to cast spells, higher intellect allows him to cast his spells extra times during the night according to the increase in intellect. It also makes the spells slightly more potent, but not enough to have a true impact.
Spirit – Terrian’s ability to resist spells, or the full duration and strength of spells; the higher his spirit is the stronger his soul is and the less damage he may take from an offensive OR defensive spell cast on him.
Agility – His personal speed, both his reaction time and his physical speed. The better his agility the easier he can dodge, and the faster he can move…
[Skills]
[Daggers] – Terrian’s ability to wield his dagger is minimal. His skill is average, but that is not saying much for a man accustomed to fighting with magic instead of weapons. He uses his weapon when fighting, but only if his magical prowess cannot be used instead.
[Interests and Hobbies]
[Art] – As with most elves of Raiaera, I have a personal fascination with the abilities of an outstanding artist. Artistic myself, my skills are nowhere near the pristine and often majestic abilities of those that live within Eluriand. I focus my creativity and sense of art into my casting and very life however, showing my graceful and fluid style through combat and life in general.
[Riding] – Though my ability to ride is nowhere near that of those elves that have the good graces to live on the plains, I have learned like most to be able to mount in a saddle and at the very least remain atop a horse as it travels. I cannot perform most tasks, for fear of losing concentration and dismounting in a rather… ungraceful way. And since I do not have a horse of my own upon which to practice, this hobby is not any further developed.
[Song] – Terrian’s voice is on par with that of the celebrated choir of Eluriand. His lungs are deep, his voice strong, and his ability to transcend song in the traditional sense is evident in the casting of his spells. Though this interest mostly governs his ability to sing, and therefore cast, it also is a common interest with elven kind. It is not uncommon for his melodic humming [and outright singing] to at times attract the ear of a fine young elf. His wayward songs have been loved and appreciated by the most gentle of creatures, and praised by the most profound of figured.
[History]
History is a written understanding of one’s personal understanding. Those that can read and write create history, manipulating the circumstances and paths that were chosen. It is not always true, and in most forms of understanding it is written to make one side look stronger, or to make a battle less of a loss. It is written for those of outstanding steed, those that rose above the rote of commonality and pushed themselves further than any others. History is something for the brave, stalwart stewards of the past, a way to remember their undertakings and their militaristic and political accomplishments.
To say I am part of history is to say that all are part of history. In all reality we are, everyone has done something, or come from somewhere. But not all people do or become something of note. Currently I am like all others, no different than the common rabble that roams the world of Althanas. However, that is not a way I would so earnestly describe myself. I am different than the common rabble, not above them, yet set apart. I am no Damon Kaosi, nor am I a Devon dan Sabriel, or someone of such great magnitude as Sighter Tnailog, but nonetheless I am a person of Althanas like any other.
Though I did not personally set out to be aloof from the standings of society, it is my heritage and race that set me apart. I am an odd sect of elven kind, one of the moon and stars. I have defining characteristics that differ from the common high elf, though our similarities are far further than skin deep. I, like my high elven brethren, am an adept of magic, have what can be considered noble characteristics (high cheekbones, slender frame, upright posture and the like). However, I do not dwell on the trite feuds that circumvent progress and prosperity. I do not readily throw myself into the depths of conflict, and would instead willingly remain aloof from the political and militaristic aspect of society. In that facet, considering the Raiaeran war with our similar Aleraran brethren, I am different.
I, like my clan and “species” or “race”, have long since expanded our vision and goals beyond political and governmental conquest. We consider ourselves the prophetic and enlightened section of society that has a difficult time remaining in a world so engulfed by confusion. A moon elf looks to the stars and sky for guidance, depending on our physical and metaphysical connection with the moon. We practice the sacred art of spell-crafting, and casting. We appreciate the artistic and graceful nature of the elven spirit, having that part of our heart in synchronization with the high elves. We appreciate a good wine and delicate dance as much as the next elf, but do not take it up as a hobby on average.
My story is not impressive, by any stretch of my or others imaginations. I was born of two moon elves, released from family restrictions at the age of fifty, as is common with my kind. I was but a child, tossed into the wake of feuds and grudges, but found my way easily enough on my own. I never indulged in the political stratosphere of the Raiaeran people, yet gave assistance to those around me whenever possible. I was born in a city, adapted to the civil graces of the high elven people, became accustomed to the ease of life. My city of birth was New Aurient, North of Valinatal, along the coast. To my north were the mountains, a place of supreme importance to myself and my kind. I spent many days wandering the forests and the mountains, embracing the chill winds and natural darkness which makes up my powers.
It is my destiny to do as the lords of the night sky command. I worship and revere nature as much as the next high elf, but do not put it before everything. I have a firm understanding of its will, when it coincides with my own will, however do not understand its constant shift or misunderstood change. I believe in the sanctity of that which is natural. I believe in the upheaval of undead and vampiric presence on Althanas, yet do not fully understand its repercussions. As for the demonic presence that rose from the depths of Haidia, I do not understand their place in nature, and hold neither a hatred nor love for them.
I pray I have been helpful in describing my situation. I do hope that you take to heart what I have place before you, and appreciate it for what it is. I have no qualms with most, and have issues with grudges and misguided attacks on others. However, as you can see, I am willing before all to place my own personal understanding and growth over most things, though the sanctity of peace before all.
[Name] – Terrian Farsight
[Age] – 210
[Height] – 5 feet, 3 inches
[Weight] – 115 pounds
[Race] – Moon Elf
[Home] – Raiaera
[Languages] – Elven (high dialect), Common (elven inflection)
[Class] – Sorcerer
Sub-class] – Traveler
[Hair] – Silver/blonde
[Eyes] – Silver/blue
[Appearance] – Terrian Farsight, though not arrogant, his appearance is far from that. He has an aura about him that most believe he thinks himself higher than other; however it’s far from true. He favors an elegant garb of something alike travelers clothes, mixed with a flash of mage-esque robe. Terrian’s base attire consists of a light blue shirt, short sleeved, and a pair of white pants, which are loose but not overly so. Above all of that he wears a thin robe, tight around his chest with a belt across his waist. It falls to the middle of his rider’s boots, but is split from the base to his just under his waist. Over his shirt and robe is a jacket that he would be loath to be without. It is long sleeved, with a thick large collar. At its center is a large sapphire used as a clasp to shut the coat, which has no buttons to keep it closed otherwise. Atop his head is white top hat with a moonlight blue ribbon around it. Finally he wears a pair of knee high leather boots, which the white pants are tucked into. The boots have a small cap like appearance that covers the knees, loose and unrestricted; they do not bend with Terrian’s movements or change their rounded appearance.
[Beliefs] – The common people of Althanas do not give heed to the powers possessed by those that are far above them, both in physical and metaphysical ability. Terrian, however, possesses a certain altruistic view of his creation, existence, and death. His beliefs are firmly founded and rooted in the rote of the Raiaeran religion, despite it not being hailed as a firm and stolid mythos. As a moon elf, however, his faith if firm and far from questionable, causing him to believe and worship the gods of the sky and stars. Mother Aurient and Father Galatiriel were fundamental creators of his race, blessing them with the wisdom of the gods and the stars. Celestial belief is by far necessary and ingrained in the thoughts and lifestyle of the race. His religion offers the Terrian to worship and believe in all the gods, but like most he holds one dearer than others. His is the Sweet-Star, Arddunwё, the god of physical beauty and art, but too the stars themselves.
He prays above all that he will be found worth of release to become part of the fruits of the Star-Tree when he perishes, or passes on. Whichever it be, he only concerns himself with his beliefs and future… becoming one with the Manwelindomё.
[Weapon(s)]
[Yushtai] – A six inch steel dagger, which is always tucked into his belt at his right side. The blade is eight inches long, a polished steel coloration, with a thick leather handle. At the center of the pommel is a small crystal, blueish in coloration. The blade is more useful as a medium for casting than a weapon. Terrian holds the blade in his main-hand, but uses the magical aura that surrounds it to heighten his casting prowess. The blade currently only can be used as a way to cast spells, like a mages staff, and does not increase any of his strength or ability with spells.
[Magic]
Ballad of Chilling Fog – Terrian’s voice is strong, and through his melodic tone he is able to cast his spells. His ability with his spells are different than most, allowing him to pull strength from his heritage and moon-elven blood. Ballad of Chilling Fog is a song sung in a deep, sweet tone, no words are spoken but it is his ability to carry his tone that powers his spell. This spell summons a slow forming, cold fog which seems to pierce the skin itself. No common armor or ability can resist the shifting fog, which filters inside clothes and through most armor. The fogs abilities slow most people around him, and chill them causing them to move just slightly slower. The area of effect of the spell is 20 yards from the caster, and the fog does not move from the point it was cast.
Ice Shard – The only spell he can cast without an accompanying song. Terrian can summon forth a shard of ice from the inside of his wrists. The shard is six inches long, double sided, and made of a ice shard that is as hard as steel. He can summon a few in a battle. They can either be thrown, accurately up to thirty feet (10 yards), or remain stationary on his wrist. Either way they must sprout from his wrist, and are instantly created.
Dissonance of Shifting Shadows – The deep, discordant song of the shadows are a very macabre song to hear. Most take the harmony to heart, fearing the strength that dances in the wake of the casters tone. With the connection to the moon and its light, there also comes the familiarity of the darkness that descends when the moonlit glow rises. Terrian’s ability to control and move the darkness is a connection to the more sinister side of his power. His manipulation of the shadows is extremely limited, since the ability is so broad. Currently his power allows him to do little more than summon the shifting void as a small shield, easily broken, or a cloak that can be wrapped around his body to hide him further at night. There is a downside, however, to singing songs that deal with the power of the shadows. The more it is used, the harder it is to resist using it again and again. Therefore, Terrian attempts to use it only when it is absolutely necessary.
Enchanting – Terrian’s ability to enchant is a core magical ability, focusing on his ability to focus his spells into an item that can then hold the enchantment for a short period. Currently he is unable to permanently enchant an item, and knows even fewer enchantments. It is also technically illegal to permanently enchant an item by High Bard Law, so he would not attempt to do such. He is also unable to enchant a weapon already holding some form of magical ability, so he is unable to place more than one enchantment on an item at once. His current enchantments are as follows:
Ice Shard Sheath – An adaptation of his own spell, Ice Shard, his spell allows him to enchant a weapon [as is common] to be able to summon forth a coating of ice which will be created at the will of the user. The spell will only be able to be summoned forth twice before the enchantment dissipates. Once summoned, it will last until it has been broken, or until ten minutes have passed. Since it is a magical summoning of ice, it is not able to be melted, except by magical heat.
Moon’s Understated Strength [LOCKED]– Terrian’s true strength and prowess comes out when the sun sets and the moon rises. It takes a lot of time and use of the strength to grow in power. As a moon elf, Terrian grows stronger, faster, and smarter when the moon is out. It is a racial ability which the sorcerer has little ability to control. When the moon is full his abilities double (one night a month), but when the moon is new (one night a month) his strength is halved. All other times his abilities are normal.
Strength – His physical strength, the gage of his attacking power.
Stamina [x2] – His ability to resist physical damage, stamina is directly related to his physical strength to resist damage taken and his ability to carry on despite taking damage.
Intellect [x2] – His strength to cast spells, higher intellect allows him to cast his spells extra times during the night according to the increase in intellect. It also makes the spells slightly more potent, but not enough to have a true impact.
Spirit – Terrian’s ability to resist spells, or the full duration and strength of spells; the higher his spirit is the stronger his soul is and the less damage he may take from an offensive OR defensive spell cast on him.
Agility – His personal speed, both his reaction time and his physical speed. The better his agility the easier he can dodge, and the faster he can move…
[Skills]
[Daggers] – Terrian’s ability to wield his dagger is minimal. His skill is average, but that is not saying much for a man accustomed to fighting with magic instead of weapons. He uses his weapon when fighting, but only if his magical prowess cannot be used instead.
[Interests and Hobbies]
[Art] – As with most elves of Raiaera, I have a personal fascination with the abilities of an outstanding artist. Artistic myself, my skills are nowhere near the pristine and often majestic abilities of those that live within Eluriand. I focus my creativity and sense of art into my casting and very life however, showing my graceful and fluid style through combat and life in general.
[Riding] – Though my ability to ride is nowhere near that of those elves that have the good graces to live on the plains, I have learned like most to be able to mount in a saddle and at the very least remain atop a horse as it travels. I cannot perform most tasks, for fear of losing concentration and dismounting in a rather… ungraceful way. And since I do not have a horse of my own upon which to practice, this hobby is not any further developed.
[Song] – Terrian’s voice is on par with that of the celebrated choir of Eluriand. His lungs are deep, his voice strong, and his ability to transcend song in the traditional sense is evident in the casting of his spells. Though this interest mostly governs his ability to sing, and therefore cast, it also is a common interest with elven kind. It is not uncommon for his melodic humming [and outright singing] to at times attract the ear of a fine young elf. His wayward songs have been loved and appreciated by the most gentle of creatures, and praised by the most profound of figured.
[History]
History is a written understanding of one’s personal understanding. Those that can read and write create history, manipulating the circumstances and paths that were chosen. It is not always true, and in most forms of understanding it is written to make one side look stronger, or to make a battle less of a loss. It is written for those of outstanding steed, those that rose above the rote of commonality and pushed themselves further than any others. History is something for the brave, stalwart stewards of the past, a way to remember their undertakings and their militaristic and political accomplishments.
To say I am part of history is to say that all are part of history. In all reality we are, everyone has done something, or come from somewhere. But not all people do or become something of note. Currently I am like all others, no different than the common rabble that roams the world of Althanas. However, that is not a way I would so earnestly describe myself. I am different than the common rabble, not above them, yet set apart. I am no Damon Kaosi, nor am I a Devon dan Sabriel, or someone of such great magnitude as Sighter Tnailog, but nonetheless I am a person of Althanas like any other.
Though I did not personally set out to be aloof from the standings of society, it is my heritage and race that set me apart. I am an odd sect of elven kind, one of the moon and stars. I have defining characteristics that differ from the common high elf, though our similarities are far further than skin deep. I, like my high elven brethren, am an adept of magic, have what can be considered noble characteristics (high cheekbones, slender frame, upright posture and the like). However, I do not dwell on the trite feuds that circumvent progress and prosperity. I do not readily throw myself into the depths of conflict, and would instead willingly remain aloof from the political and militaristic aspect of society. In that facet, considering the Raiaeran war with our similar Aleraran brethren, I am different.
I, like my clan and “species” or “race”, have long since expanded our vision and goals beyond political and governmental conquest. We consider ourselves the prophetic and enlightened section of society that has a difficult time remaining in a world so engulfed by confusion. A moon elf looks to the stars and sky for guidance, depending on our physical and metaphysical connection with the moon. We practice the sacred art of spell-crafting, and casting. We appreciate the artistic and graceful nature of the elven spirit, having that part of our heart in synchronization with the high elves. We appreciate a good wine and delicate dance as much as the next elf, but do not take it up as a hobby on average.
My story is not impressive, by any stretch of my or others imaginations. I was born of two moon elves, released from family restrictions at the age of fifty, as is common with my kind. I was but a child, tossed into the wake of feuds and grudges, but found my way easily enough on my own. I never indulged in the political stratosphere of the Raiaeran people, yet gave assistance to those around me whenever possible. I was born in a city, adapted to the civil graces of the high elven people, became accustomed to the ease of life. My city of birth was New Aurient, North of Valinatal, along the coast. To my north were the mountains, a place of supreme importance to myself and my kind. I spent many days wandering the forests and the mountains, embracing the chill winds and natural darkness which makes up my powers.
It is my destiny to do as the lords of the night sky command. I worship and revere nature as much as the next high elf, but do not put it before everything. I have a firm understanding of its will, when it coincides with my own will, however do not understand its constant shift or misunderstood change. I believe in the sanctity of that which is natural. I believe in the upheaval of undead and vampiric presence on Althanas, yet do not fully understand its repercussions. As for the demonic presence that rose from the depths of Haidia, I do not understand their place in nature, and hold neither a hatred nor love for them.
I pray I have been helpful in describing my situation. I do hope that you take to heart what I have place before you, and appreciate it for what it is. I have no qualms with most, and have issues with grudges and misguided attacks on others. However, as you can see, I am willing before all to place my own personal understanding and growth over most things, though the sanctity of peace before all.