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04-28-06, 03:25 AM
Name: Sodias Andradite
Age: Ageless
Hair Color: Pure white
Eye Color: Dull gray
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 162 lbs
Race: Salt Demon
Occupation: Being Completely Insane.
Description:
Sodias' frame is thin and frail with little muscle tone, but his supernatural origins give him the strength of any normal, healthy man. While most often wrapped in his white and gray silks, including his head, one can tell he is a rather gaunt man. He prefers to comb back most of his long white hair, that falls to the base of his neck, but two thick bangs of it fall down to either side of his face. He usually looks stern, as though furious about something. He wears flexible leather boots on his feet with upturned toes, and leather gloves on his hands to protect them to some degree.
Personality:
You know that feeling you get when you get a grain of salt stuck under your skin? How maddening it is? Imagine that, all day, at all hours of the day. Sodias has some level of control over his own irrationality, but at times this is fleeting. He doesn't often lend his aid to people, but when he does, he's usually considering some way you can pay him. Easily becomes entrance by salt, or objects with a shine to them. It is rather difficult to discover where his allegiance lie, at any given time.
Weapons:
Scimitar: A long, curved sword, "borrowed" from one of the ship guards. Salt has been applied to it's sirface, to increase the pain and inflammation form cuts.
Chakram: A pair of small, bladed rings, useful for throwing and little else. The chakram are a tricky thing to use, as they're unpredictable, changing direction of their own volition.
Armor:
Silks: Simple ragged silks, colored white or grey, bunch around him and flow with his movements. At times, an opponents weapon will only catch these.
Spells and Abilities:
Salt Manipulation - Sodias can produce five ounces of salt from his bare hands, and shape it how he wishes. Usually, he likes to coat his sword in it, though times he makes oddly abstract little sculptures. The salt has no sort of magical properties, and can melt if water is applied to it.
Swordplay - Sodias has an average skill in using his scimitar. The style is flowing and pleasing to the eye, like some sort of deadly dance.
Chakram Proficiency - Sodias has an average ability in throwing his chakram.
History:
Before the Vadhya occured in Fallien, tales were told and songs were sung about it lush beauty. In the east of the land lay a lake with crystal clear water and large, healthy trees. Within it lay a water spirit, who was kind and jolly and kept the water flowing and cold for passer by to drink readily of. But when Suruvani saw what her people had become, and destroyed the paradise, the lake dried up to a hollow filled with salt, leaving the water spirit distressed and frightened.
Over the next hundred years, people came to the lake for rest, but find only it's remnants. Innumerable folk died at it shores, and no one was turned away, for the ever shifting sands of Fallien buried the corpses swiftly. The spirit's fright turned to anger at Suruvani at what his lake had become, and over time, his powers began to diminish, and the madness that overtook the people as they dehydrated at his once lovely shores became unbearable, and begun to suffer from it. The spirit began to absord this insanity, his kindness vanishing, and soon, from the concentration of such negative emotions, a demon was born.
Pure salt flowed through it's veins, and it knew nothing but madness. It's life was meant only to bring famine, to ruin food and taint the water of Fallien with salt. Fortunately for the folk of Fallien, the demon wasn't entirely bright. Rational thought had been destroyed by the insanity, and he often got distracted by bits of tin tossed out into the sun. Still, there were some that feared his purpose, and called on sellswords to destroy the demon, but the warriors always left, laughing their heads off that such an absent minded fool kind bring any ruin. Soon enough, Sodias in all of his madness forgot that he had any sort of life's work and ended up living amongst the folk for many years, pulling the occassional prank that usually backfired on himself.
Years later, a cart carrying a load of glassware came rumbling through the town, and Sodias became transfixed with it. He followed it all the way to the docks, where he mistakenly stowed away on the boat shipping the wares off. He ended up in Radasanth, where his madness slowly began to return, without anything to distract him with.
Age: Ageless
Hair Color: Pure white
Eye Color: Dull gray
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 162 lbs
Race: Salt Demon
Occupation: Being Completely Insane.
Description:
Sodias' frame is thin and frail with little muscle tone, but his supernatural origins give him the strength of any normal, healthy man. While most often wrapped in his white and gray silks, including his head, one can tell he is a rather gaunt man. He prefers to comb back most of his long white hair, that falls to the base of his neck, but two thick bangs of it fall down to either side of his face. He usually looks stern, as though furious about something. He wears flexible leather boots on his feet with upturned toes, and leather gloves on his hands to protect them to some degree.
Personality:
You know that feeling you get when you get a grain of salt stuck under your skin? How maddening it is? Imagine that, all day, at all hours of the day. Sodias has some level of control over his own irrationality, but at times this is fleeting. He doesn't often lend his aid to people, but when he does, he's usually considering some way you can pay him. Easily becomes entrance by salt, or objects with a shine to them. It is rather difficult to discover where his allegiance lie, at any given time.
Weapons:
Scimitar: A long, curved sword, "borrowed" from one of the ship guards. Salt has been applied to it's sirface, to increase the pain and inflammation form cuts.
Chakram: A pair of small, bladed rings, useful for throwing and little else. The chakram are a tricky thing to use, as they're unpredictable, changing direction of their own volition.
Armor:
Silks: Simple ragged silks, colored white or grey, bunch around him and flow with his movements. At times, an opponents weapon will only catch these.
Spells and Abilities:
Salt Manipulation - Sodias can produce five ounces of salt from his bare hands, and shape it how he wishes. Usually, he likes to coat his sword in it, though times he makes oddly abstract little sculptures. The salt has no sort of magical properties, and can melt if water is applied to it.
Swordplay - Sodias has an average skill in using his scimitar. The style is flowing and pleasing to the eye, like some sort of deadly dance.
Chakram Proficiency - Sodias has an average ability in throwing his chakram.
History:
Before the Vadhya occured in Fallien, tales were told and songs were sung about it lush beauty. In the east of the land lay a lake with crystal clear water and large, healthy trees. Within it lay a water spirit, who was kind and jolly and kept the water flowing and cold for passer by to drink readily of. But when Suruvani saw what her people had become, and destroyed the paradise, the lake dried up to a hollow filled with salt, leaving the water spirit distressed and frightened.
Over the next hundred years, people came to the lake for rest, but find only it's remnants. Innumerable folk died at it shores, and no one was turned away, for the ever shifting sands of Fallien buried the corpses swiftly. The spirit's fright turned to anger at Suruvani at what his lake had become, and over time, his powers began to diminish, and the madness that overtook the people as they dehydrated at his once lovely shores became unbearable, and begun to suffer from it. The spirit began to absord this insanity, his kindness vanishing, and soon, from the concentration of such negative emotions, a demon was born.
Pure salt flowed through it's veins, and it knew nothing but madness. It's life was meant only to bring famine, to ruin food and taint the water of Fallien with salt. Fortunately for the folk of Fallien, the demon wasn't entirely bright. Rational thought had been destroyed by the insanity, and he often got distracted by bits of tin tossed out into the sun. Still, there were some that feared his purpose, and called on sellswords to destroy the demon, but the warriors always left, laughing their heads off that such an absent minded fool kind bring any ruin. Soon enough, Sodias in all of his madness forgot that he had any sort of life's work and ended up living amongst the folk for many years, pulling the occassional prank that usually backfired on himself.
Years later, a cart carrying a load of glassware came rumbling through the town, and Sodias became transfixed with it. He followed it all the way to the docks, where he mistakenly stowed away on the boat shipping the wares off. He ended up in Radasanth, where his madness slowly began to return, without anything to distract him with.