Arkoh
09-06-07, 10:54 PM
Arkoh Scarmoan
Occupation: Former soldier, current hunter.
Birthday: 1967 DW
Age: 34.
Nationality/Birthplace: Elven/Raiaeran.
Blood Type: AB
Height: 6'
Weight: 160 lbs.
Hobby: Botany
Favorite Food: Apples.
Treasured Possession: Amethyst and steel pendant (Given to him by a woman in his unit whom he had a romantic interest in. Story purposes only).
Dislike: Alerar (Naturally), the smell of hot oil.
Personality: Inexperienced but determined. Succumbs to frustration quickly, but refuses to simply give up. Possesses a strong sense of right and wrong, though can be somewhat passive at times, waiting for situations to resolve themselves.
Appearance: Fair of face and build like any other elf, Arkoh nonetheless possesses a deceptive strength in his lean, athletic build, honed and trained through military drills. His eyes are curious for an elf, a blue mixed with green, though the latter is more apparent than the former. When set flat by sweat or water, his dark blond hair is usually shoulder length, but he wars it in a style so that most is swept back to the wind, with two wide bangs framing his face. His skin is a light peach color, with a complexion that mysteriously tans very little. Day to day attire consists of a dark blue, sleeveless ribbed turtleneck shirt, with two leather buckles on the left to close it at the throat, should he be so inclined. Additionally, he wears a short, black cape bound round his waist, form fitting brown leather trousers with a cotton lining, and knee high black leather boots. His off hand, the left arm, is covered in steel plating and a fingerless gauntlet whereas his sword arm is only protected by a fingerless leather glove.
History: Arkoh Auvreasithek'kash was born in a fairly large village close to the borders of the Red Forest. His mother and father, a seasoned bard of Lissilin and a ranger of the Lindequalmë, did not object when he elected to enlist in the Tel Aglarim when he came of age. Arkoh saw the military as glamour, an opportunity to clash with the Dark Elves of Alerar, but after he had been suited and armed, he found himself instead patrolling the streets of Eluriand, keeping an eye out for thieves. Disillusioned and bored, the elf began to look into Istien University and study botany with his father in his free time, always listening intently for rumors of escalating tension between his homeland and their enemy.
Then, in seventeen ninety-nine of Coronari Poldora, war finally broke out.
Eager and energetic, Arkoh was sure he'd be sent with the forces to repel the Alerarian forces, but instead, he was set on the border, on patrol, of Eluriand when the necromancer Xem'zûnd reemerged and laid siege upon the city. While the others were off bravely fighting and dying for their people, Arkoh found himself gazing out of the window at his post as his peers played cards behind him.
One evening, as the sun was setting, the soldiers spotted a gathering of elves approaching. Thinking they were simply a squadron returning to rest and replenish, they welcomed them, realizing too late that it was a pack of tainted elves. The murderous beings tore through the outpost with horrifying speed, and ill trained and ill equipped to fight off the enemy, Arkoh and the others fell, corrupted, joining Xem'zûnd's forces.
Slavering and mindless, Arkoh Auvreasithek'kash marched with his dark companions upon the very folk he sought to protect. In the great shadow of the Obsidian Spire, he spilt elven blood with glazed eyes.
Days later, the corrupted elves fell into a trap set up by Tel Aglarim and a small gathering of bladesingers. One of the bladesingers, well versed in Lissilin and Turlin, stepped forward, and from his throat came the Song of Purification. From his body, the taint shrank, and vanished, and awareness returned to Arkoh, along with another of the soldiers. But before the song could carry out its effect fully, more of the undead appeared and swarmed the bladesingers and soldiers. The song had returned awareness and intelligence to the one hundred and fifty of the corrupted elves Arkoh had marched with, and restored the warmth of life to him. The now intelligent undead fled and scattered, soon after leaving the country, no longer taking orders from Xem'zûnd.
Soon after, the war ended.
Having been turned by the necromancer, Arkoh was considered to have been killed in action, and no longer a soldier of Tel Aglarim. Nonetheless, he was given the opportunity to re-enlist, but he turned it down. For some time, the elf grieved for the terrible deeds he had committed. With his hands, he had spilt the blood of his very brothers and sisters. And then, he realized it was going to stop. Xem'zûnd had been vanquished, the one hundred and forty eight undead soldiers he had slain with had fled the country, no longer under the influence of his magic. Surely, to commit many other acts of destruction and bloodshed.
Gathering equipment, Arkoh abandoned his frustratingly long, and confusing clan name for something simpler, with meaning to himself; Scarmoan. He then began his trek to the recently freed Eluriand, hoping to gather clues to the whereabouts of the one forty eight.
Skills:
Aegis - At the speaking of this word, Arkoh can summon up a buckler-like shield of translucent orange light, that is roughly the strength of bronze. Though not very strong yet, it does manage to provide a small amount of additional protection. Aegis can last for up to three posts.
Sigil - Holding out his hand, Arkoh summons a white, glowing symbol of holy power in the palm of his hand. Typically, the undead and the like will find this image revolting, and may turn from him or hesitate to attack. The sigil and affect last only a single post's time. As some undead tend to ignore holy influence, this does not work one hundred percent of the time.
Song of Purification - An incredibly difficult song-spell taught to him by a passing bard who felt sympathy for his tale. Arkoh only knows a few verses, and even though his native language is indeed what the song is sung in, the exact enunciation and tones required continue to elude him. Currently, the song will drape a white glow over his body and make those with evil in their hearts uncomfortable in his presence, but no more. Arkoh strives to prefect the song so that he may save the one hundred and forty eight others corrupted.
Weaponform - Arkoh is average in the use of his scimitar.
Equipment:
Scimitar - A long curved steel sword of eastern origin with a thirty inch blade and a knuckle guard. Elven design.
Steel Plate - Worn solely on his left arm, it consists of a jointed sleeve covering forearm, elbow, and upper arm, a curved shoulder plate, and a fingerless gauntlet. Elven design.
Ring mail - A sleeveless vest of iron mail worn under his over shirt but over a thin white linen undershirt.
Occupation: Former soldier, current hunter.
Birthday: 1967 DW
Age: 34.
Nationality/Birthplace: Elven/Raiaeran.
Blood Type: AB
Height: 6'
Weight: 160 lbs.
Hobby: Botany
Favorite Food: Apples.
Treasured Possession: Amethyst and steel pendant (Given to him by a woman in his unit whom he had a romantic interest in. Story purposes only).
Dislike: Alerar (Naturally), the smell of hot oil.
Personality: Inexperienced but determined. Succumbs to frustration quickly, but refuses to simply give up. Possesses a strong sense of right and wrong, though can be somewhat passive at times, waiting for situations to resolve themselves.
Appearance: Fair of face and build like any other elf, Arkoh nonetheless possesses a deceptive strength in his lean, athletic build, honed and trained through military drills. His eyes are curious for an elf, a blue mixed with green, though the latter is more apparent than the former. When set flat by sweat or water, his dark blond hair is usually shoulder length, but he wars it in a style so that most is swept back to the wind, with two wide bangs framing his face. His skin is a light peach color, with a complexion that mysteriously tans very little. Day to day attire consists of a dark blue, sleeveless ribbed turtleneck shirt, with two leather buckles on the left to close it at the throat, should he be so inclined. Additionally, he wears a short, black cape bound round his waist, form fitting brown leather trousers with a cotton lining, and knee high black leather boots. His off hand, the left arm, is covered in steel plating and a fingerless gauntlet whereas his sword arm is only protected by a fingerless leather glove.
History: Arkoh Auvreasithek'kash was born in a fairly large village close to the borders of the Red Forest. His mother and father, a seasoned bard of Lissilin and a ranger of the Lindequalmë, did not object when he elected to enlist in the Tel Aglarim when he came of age. Arkoh saw the military as glamour, an opportunity to clash with the Dark Elves of Alerar, but after he had been suited and armed, he found himself instead patrolling the streets of Eluriand, keeping an eye out for thieves. Disillusioned and bored, the elf began to look into Istien University and study botany with his father in his free time, always listening intently for rumors of escalating tension between his homeland and their enemy.
Then, in seventeen ninety-nine of Coronari Poldora, war finally broke out.
Eager and energetic, Arkoh was sure he'd be sent with the forces to repel the Alerarian forces, but instead, he was set on the border, on patrol, of Eluriand when the necromancer Xem'zûnd reemerged and laid siege upon the city. While the others were off bravely fighting and dying for their people, Arkoh found himself gazing out of the window at his post as his peers played cards behind him.
One evening, as the sun was setting, the soldiers spotted a gathering of elves approaching. Thinking they were simply a squadron returning to rest and replenish, they welcomed them, realizing too late that it was a pack of tainted elves. The murderous beings tore through the outpost with horrifying speed, and ill trained and ill equipped to fight off the enemy, Arkoh and the others fell, corrupted, joining Xem'zûnd's forces.
Slavering and mindless, Arkoh Auvreasithek'kash marched with his dark companions upon the very folk he sought to protect. In the great shadow of the Obsidian Spire, he spilt elven blood with glazed eyes.
Days later, the corrupted elves fell into a trap set up by Tel Aglarim and a small gathering of bladesingers. One of the bladesingers, well versed in Lissilin and Turlin, stepped forward, and from his throat came the Song of Purification. From his body, the taint shrank, and vanished, and awareness returned to Arkoh, along with another of the soldiers. But before the song could carry out its effect fully, more of the undead appeared and swarmed the bladesingers and soldiers. The song had returned awareness and intelligence to the one hundred and fifty of the corrupted elves Arkoh had marched with, and restored the warmth of life to him. The now intelligent undead fled and scattered, soon after leaving the country, no longer taking orders from Xem'zûnd.
Soon after, the war ended.
Having been turned by the necromancer, Arkoh was considered to have been killed in action, and no longer a soldier of Tel Aglarim. Nonetheless, he was given the opportunity to re-enlist, but he turned it down. For some time, the elf grieved for the terrible deeds he had committed. With his hands, he had spilt the blood of his very brothers and sisters. And then, he realized it was going to stop. Xem'zûnd had been vanquished, the one hundred and forty eight undead soldiers he had slain with had fled the country, no longer under the influence of his magic. Surely, to commit many other acts of destruction and bloodshed.
Gathering equipment, Arkoh abandoned his frustratingly long, and confusing clan name for something simpler, with meaning to himself; Scarmoan. He then began his trek to the recently freed Eluriand, hoping to gather clues to the whereabouts of the one forty eight.
Skills:
Aegis - At the speaking of this word, Arkoh can summon up a buckler-like shield of translucent orange light, that is roughly the strength of bronze. Though not very strong yet, it does manage to provide a small amount of additional protection. Aegis can last for up to three posts.
Sigil - Holding out his hand, Arkoh summons a white, glowing symbol of holy power in the palm of his hand. Typically, the undead and the like will find this image revolting, and may turn from him or hesitate to attack. The sigil and affect last only a single post's time. As some undead tend to ignore holy influence, this does not work one hundred percent of the time.
Song of Purification - An incredibly difficult song-spell taught to him by a passing bard who felt sympathy for his tale. Arkoh only knows a few verses, and even though his native language is indeed what the song is sung in, the exact enunciation and tones required continue to elude him. Currently, the song will drape a white glow over his body and make those with evil in their hearts uncomfortable in his presence, but no more. Arkoh strives to prefect the song so that he may save the one hundred and forty eight others corrupted.
Weaponform - Arkoh is average in the use of his scimitar.
Equipment:
Scimitar - A long curved steel sword of eastern origin with a thirty inch blade and a knuckle guard. Elven design.
Steel Plate - Worn solely on his left arm, it consists of a jointed sleeve covering forearm, elbow, and upper arm, a curved shoulder plate, and a fingerless gauntlet. Elven design.
Ring mail - A sleeveless vest of iron mail worn under his over shirt but over a thin white linen undershirt.