Melancor
10-10-07, 11:29 PM
Hmkay: Im sorry to who ever has to revise this in advance, It can be tideous and I understand.
I basically wanted to specify It's personality, history, apearance. and slightly modify its abilities. I also wated to review his limits as to what he can control and the amount.
Name: Melancor (Meh’al-dcor is ancient traditions)
*Age: Ageless; Melancor has been around about 2500 years when the Aegean were created by the supreme, sleeping, water-god they have come to call Poseidon. The appearance of their ages varies around 30 from the “eldest” to the “youngest” of the seven Aegean; Melancor appears to be around 25.
*Race: Aegean; Demi-god.
*Hair Color: Silver.
*Eye Color: Silver to deep blue.
*Height: 6”2’
Weight: 180 pounds
*Occupation: Wanderer
*Personality: Melancor is a cold a usually un-sympathetic character. He is self centered, dislikes humans for what they are worth. Melancor sees himself as an authority, and may go into even defying the gods themselves; by being a holy born, he is able to do so without direct repercussions of the mighty ones. Nevertheless Melancor is sometimes humbled by humanity, ever time more precarious due to his current mortal state. He can friendly and courteous when the mood comes. Melancor takes time to befriend someone, much more to admire it. He is apathetic and indifferent to kings and queens, or high status people for that mater. Melancor is usually calm and passive. But he can have some eccentric moments, specially when his imagination takes him back to his past. Melancor will retaliate to any kind of aggression, as his pride will not allow him to flee, unless his mortal status places him overwhelmingly in danger.
*Appearance: Melancor has an imposing status, he is a tall young(-looking) man, his hair is silver colored, straight, and up to right above his shoulders, his eye color varies from Silver to deep blue depending on the temperature. He bares an archaic chest Greek-like metallic dark blue armor (almost black) somewhat slim black pants. And worn dark brown, round, leather boots. He also wears a long black, carpa-like cape that he uses to shield himself from the elements. He is musclural (not what you call buff) handsome, slim, and tall. He has a mark in his back resembling that of a three arrowed star connected by a circle on the middle of each arrow (Mercedes-like).
*History: Melancor was created approximately 2500 years ago. Around the creation of Althanas. He is the fifth of seven demi-gods who reign over the Althanian Seas. There is a hierarchy among this group called the Aegean. The eldest of the Aegean; Amdaleh, the praised sea demi-god of Althanas, has been the leader of the group for centuries and this tight system has kept the Althanian seas stable, Recently that’s hasn’t happened.
As more instability in the northern regions of Althanas have arisen and a change of the natural order corrupted, three of the brothers have allied to gain total control over the seas, potentially harming the delicate balance of the tides ultimately causing monster typhoons and potential destruction of all the coastal countries of Althanas.
It was typical of the Aegean to fight violent battles, embroiled in thunderstorms and Whirlpools, once every 100-some years when they happen to run into each other. These battles were always fought with the next in line, as an attempt to win a higher stop in the hierarchy. The Aegean despise each other, and there is no such thing of brotherhood among them, only the desire of move up in command.
Their ranks varied from eldest to youngest. Melancor being the third born was the third amongst the Aegean. Until Neratheo the sixth, Cozrhyael the Fourth and Eldraiel the Second, broke into his sea and attacked him, and finally Eldraiel the leader of the trio took possession of the sea and merged its waters. They way they were to revel and overrun Amdaleh was by taking down anyone who posed a “possible” ally. And so Melancor was evicted from his sea at the west, destined to roam strange oceans and ultimately hunted by his other brothers. He would live a sedentary life, living as an undesirable guest of his brother’s sea. Until Eldraiel decided that even without reign his brother was not good alive, and sent Cozrhyael to finish him off.
Melancor fought tooth and nail against Cozrhyael distrupting the entire marine peace of Althanas for a week. The skied blackened, and ominous winds hit the shores as the far away storms merged into war. Exhausted Melacor found the perfect way to escape the quarrel and fled with the unwilling help of Amdaleh -who would usually not appear in person but being the only ominous demi-god (for the moment) able to act from a remote region-
Melancor had deployed his godly energy and thus, after finding a “safe place to hide” he was again attacked, this time by a sea serpent. It was not clear if it was the hound of the seam Leviathan, as it ambushed Melancor in the depths of the ocean. Melancor fell unconscious and acquired his most human-like appearance as he floated away.
A young man appeared floating in the sea near a fishing town in the Salvar region; he was unconscious and had various injuries. he was brought to the house of one of the anglers were he was taken care off while he awakens. Seeing how his situation did not improved, they summoned the healer who was also the priest of the village. After examining the man, he discovered that he had been possibly involved in a fight with one of the deep-sea creatures that had left him incredibly ill. And as he turned him around he discovered the mark on his back. Horrified he ordered to send him to the temple and tie him down to ceremonial table.
For two days he preformed and each day it passed a circle surrounded the Three-sided slim star on his back faded in. However, when he was closing in finishing the prayer that would accomplish the priest’s wishes, the man awakened, and his face was filled with wrath by seeing in the position these humans had put him in. Like a wild beast, he tried to liberate himself from the iron chains that pinned him down to the big, cold, stone table. The man in the Temple panicked by witnessing the great power that was taking over him, light started pouring out of his eyes, he started screaming in a strange ancient tongue. But the priest stayed steady, he kept praying only hoping that the chains would hold long enough for him to finish the lengthy prayer. Nevertheless, it was too late; the chains had failed their purpose. The men inside the temple evacuated fearing for their lives, But the priest stayed put, seeing how the man destroyed the great table with his bare hands. The man had been overtaken by wrath and clouded his mind. Te temple was filled with weapons and it wasn’t difficult for the mad to grab a sword and stick it into the old priest. The Priest was bleeding and he could feel the cold of death in his neck, but with his last breath he began to finish the prayer as his killer ran to the Sea, he will not allow the Demigod to hurt any of his people, even if it meant to fight death to the last second.
The man ran into the sea as the whole village was submerged in pandemonium in fear of the powerful creature. He entered the sea in a dive, and in that moment people saw his legs fuse and become scaled into a long fish-like tail, and they saw him disappear in the sea. The people ran to the priest’s aid, in his pain he was still residing his prayer. Then A mighty earthquake struck taking the temple to its foundations, there was only chaos, people screamed, children scattered and houses tumbled. Then the skies turned gray, Lighting and thunder fell from the sky with a great roar, and the winds staved their skin like cold knives. And in the horizon they saw a great Wave approaching their shores, the people had now realized that they had been dealing with a demigod. The man was riding the wave like a chariot, the survivors ran for shelter, and as he approached the shore, he heard people, grown men and women and children scream “it’s Poseidon the earth shaker” “the king of the sea has come, Poseidon is our doom”. They repeated the name of a sea god, which they had heard of in many stories, he who sank cities and shook the earth, was the only way they had to refer to him, only as Poseidon, the god of the Sea. The man did not recognize their dialect. All he cared about was to get rid of this mortal scoria. Then he felt as if someone had stabbed him in the back with a sharp object. The Priest had finally finished his prayer, and with this done, he gave himself up to the grim death. The man fell from the heights of the wave into the sea, and wave lost its structure and started to collapse, but it was to late, the wave had already arrived, it collapsed into the poor humans witnessing below, and they were drowned to death.
He felt cold in his face. he rose from the sand and saw the sun dying in the horizon, cold waves started hitting him. He was in a place he did no recognize, and his back was burning with pain. There were images in his mind, images of horrified faces, people of all ages he did not recognize. Some calling out “Poseidon” “Poseidon” wile their cold eyes saw him with fear. He rose his eyes and saw destruction, wood and rubble floating in an inundated plain. He has scared, had he done this, had he killed people? He stood up, his legs had scales, he was horrified, ho was he? Why has he there? All questions he had no answers to. He sat in the ocean line alone between the rubble thinking until night came and the moon came.
The moon, something that seemed so familiar and comforting to look at, the moon would help him to recover some of his memory, frame by frame he remembered awakening in a table were panic took over him and he started struggling, he though they were hurting him, he though there were a threat. In addition, he could hear a gruesome song over and over in his head, and the image of an old man standing by his side that had somehow make him angry. He remembered that he knew that he needed to kill that man, but why was not clear to him. he realized he had killed people. He know that he was not like them, he knew that his hands were stained by blood. He walked to the center of the flooded plain, were he droped to the ground and looked to the moon, trying to remember more of who and what he was, but the answers never came “is my name Poseidon?” His back was still hurting and the scales in his legs had gone away, he fell asleep in the cold mud, only the moon to look after him..
*skills:
Poseidon’s powers as a demi-god have been sealed away. The only reminiscence of his powers are these:
*He can create up to a meter cubed of water per day, that he can manipulate and control at his disgretion
*He can create up to a meter cubed of ice per day, that he can manipulate and control at his disgretion.
Both of these skills weaken him so he cannot continously use them.
*He can create a spherical barrier which can protect him almost from anything, but its just last 30 Seconds. (Fights; One battle round)
*He can transform into a triton, which allows him to swim underwater at fast speeds and stop being dependant on oxygen, but he can’t use this skill for more than 30 minutes. His tail is 4.5 meters long extending from his waist. The tail is gray-scaled with a fish fin at the end, and three slim limbs that open out at his two sides and back, that reveal pins to propulse himself better. When Melancor transform his eyes turns white-dripping-plasma
*His aqueous powers increases at night by x1.2, and at full moon by x1.5
*Finally he is a moderate of archer.
Miscellaneous skills:
• since Melancor is nearly 14,500 years and was sort of Omnipresent, he has a lot of knowledge about the races of Althanas, He knows all the aqueous based races well, and the great majority of the land ones.
• Melancor knows all the languages of Althanas. (not those unique to a character)
Equipment:
*Bow made of oak with catgut string and 20 arrows, oak with steel tips and goose fletching.
*Quiver with and 20 arrows, oak with steel tips and goose fletching.
*Chest Armor, made of steel (chest plate)
*Canteen that holds up to a liter of water.
*Leather black gloves.
*5” knife.
* Money sack with a few silver coins.
I basically wanted to specify It's personality, history, apearance. and slightly modify its abilities. I also wated to review his limits as to what he can control and the amount.
Name: Melancor (Meh’al-dcor is ancient traditions)
*Age: Ageless; Melancor has been around about 2500 years when the Aegean were created by the supreme, sleeping, water-god they have come to call Poseidon. The appearance of their ages varies around 30 from the “eldest” to the “youngest” of the seven Aegean; Melancor appears to be around 25.
*Race: Aegean; Demi-god.
*Hair Color: Silver.
*Eye Color: Silver to deep blue.
*Height: 6”2’
Weight: 180 pounds
*Occupation: Wanderer
*Personality: Melancor is a cold a usually un-sympathetic character. He is self centered, dislikes humans for what they are worth. Melancor sees himself as an authority, and may go into even defying the gods themselves; by being a holy born, he is able to do so without direct repercussions of the mighty ones. Nevertheless Melancor is sometimes humbled by humanity, ever time more precarious due to his current mortal state. He can friendly and courteous when the mood comes. Melancor takes time to befriend someone, much more to admire it. He is apathetic and indifferent to kings and queens, or high status people for that mater. Melancor is usually calm and passive. But he can have some eccentric moments, specially when his imagination takes him back to his past. Melancor will retaliate to any kind of aggression, as his pride will not allow him to flee, unless his mortal status places him overwhelmingly in danger.
*Appearance: Melancor has an imposing status, he is a tall young(-looking) man, his hair is silver colored, straight, and up to right above his shoulders, his eye color varies from Silver to deep blue depending on the temperature. He bares an archaic chest Greek-like metallic dark blue armor (almost black) somewhat slim black pants. And worn dark brown, round, leather boots. He also wears a long black, carpa-like cape that he uses to shield himself from the elements. He is musclural (not what you call buff) handsome, slim, and tall. He has a mark in his back resembling that of a three arrowed star connected by a circle on the middle of each arrow (Mercedes-like).
*History: Melancor was created approximately 2500 years ago. Around the creation of Althanas. He is the fifth of seven demi-gods who reign over the Althanian Seas. There is a hierarchy among this group called the Aegean. The eldest of the Aegean; Amdaleh, the praised sea demi-god of Althanas, has been the leader of the group for centuries and this tight system has kept the Althanian seas stable, Recently that’s hasn’t happened.
As more instability in the northern regions of Althanas have arisen and a change of the natural order corrupted, three of the brothers have allied to gain total control over the seas, potentially harming the delicate balance of the tides ultimately causing monster typhoons and potential destruction of all the coastal countries of Althanas.
It was typical of the Aegean to fight violent battles, embroiled in thunderstorms and Whirlpools, once every 100-some years when they happen to run into each other. These battles were always fought with the next in line, as an attempt to win a higher stop in the hierarchy. The Aegean despise each other, and there is no such thing of brotherhood among them, only the desire of move up in command.
Their ranks varied from eldest to youngest. Melancor being the third born was the third amongst the Aegean. Until Neratheo the sixth, Cozrhyael the Fourth and Eldraiel the Second, broke into his sea and attacked him, and finally Eldraiel the leader of the trio took possession of the sea and merged its waters. They way they were to revel and overrun Amdaleh was by taking down anyone who posed a “possible” ally. And so Melancor was evicted from his sea at the west, destined to roam strange oceans and ultimately hunted by his other brothers. He would live a sedentary life, living as an undesirable guest of his brother’s sea. Until Eldraiel decided that even without reign his brother was not good alive, and sent Cozrhyael to finish him off.
Melancor fought tooth and nail against Cozrhyael distrupting the entire marine peace of Althanas for a week. The skied blackened, and ominous winds hit the shores as the far away storms merged into war. Exhausted Melacor found the perfect way to escape the quarrel and fled with the unwilling help of Amdaleh -who would usually not appear in person but being the only ominous demi-god (for the moment) able to act from a remote region-
Melancor had deployed his godly energy and thus, after finding a “safe place to hide” he was again attacked, this time by a sea serpent. It was not clear if it was the hound of the seam Leviathan, as it ambushed Melancor in the depths of the ocean. Melancor fell unconscious and acquired his most human-like appearance as he floated away.
A young man appeared floating in the sea near a fishing town in the Salvar region; he was unconscious and had various injuries. he was brought to the house of one of the anglers were he was taken care off while he awakens. Seeing how his situation did not improved, they summoned the healer who was also the priest of the village. After examining the man, he discovered that he had been possibly involved in a fight with one of the deep-sea creatures that had left him incredibly ill. And as he turned him around he discovered the mark on his back. Horrified he ordered to send him to the temple and tie him down to ceremonial table.
For two days he preformed and each day it passed a circle surrounded the Three-sided slim star on his back faded in. However, when he was closing in finishing the prayer that would accomplish the priest’s wishes, the man awakened, and his face was filled with wrath by seeing in the position these humans had put him in. Like a wild beast, he tried to liberate himself from the iron chains that pinned him down to the big, cold, stone table. The man in the Temple panicked by witnessing the great power that was taking over him, light started pouring out of his eyes, he started screaming in a strange ancient tongue. But the priest stayed steady, he kept praying only hoping that the chains would hold long enough for him to finish the lengthy prayer. Nevertheless, it was too late; the chains had failed their purpose. The men inside the temple evacuated fearing for their lives, But the priest stayed put, seeing how the man destroyed the great table with his bare hands. The man had been overtaken by wrath and clouded his mind. Te temple was filled with weapons and it wasn’t difficult for the mad to grab a sword and stick it into the old priest. The Priest was bleeding and he could feel the cold of death in his neck, but with his last breath he began to finish the prayer as his killer ran to the Sea, he will not allow the Demigod to hurt any of his people, even if it meant to fight death to the last second.
The man ran into the sea as the whole village was submerged in pandemonium in fear of the powerful creature. He entered the sea in a dive, and in that moment people saw his legs fuse and become scaled into a long fish-like tail, and they saw him disappear in the sea. The people ran to the priest’s aid, in his pain he was still residing his prayer. Then A mighty earthquake struck taking the temple to its foundations, there was only chaos, people screamed, children scattered and houses tumbled. Then the skies turned gray, Lighting and thunder fell from the sky with a great roar, and the winds staved their skin like cold knives. And in the horizon they saw a great Wave approaching their shores, the people had now realized that they had been dealing with a demigod. The man was riding the wave like a chariot, the survivors ran for shelter, and as he approached the shore, he heard people, grown men and women and children scream “it’s Poseidon the earth shaker” “the king of the sea has come, Poseidon is our doom”. They repeated the name of a sea god, which they had heard of in many stories, he who sank cities and shook the earth, was the only way they had to refer to him, only as Poseidon, the god of the Sea. The man did not recognize their dialect. All he cared about was to get rid of this mortal scoria. Then he felt as if someone had stabbed him in the back with a sharp object. The Priest had finally finished his prayer, and with this done, he gave himself up to the grim death. The man fell from the heights of the wave into the sea, and wave lost its structure and started to collapse, but it was to late, the wave had already arrived, it collapsed into the poor humans witnessing below, and they were drowned to death.
He felt cold in his face. he rose from the sand and saw the sun dying in the horizon, cold waves started hitting him. He was in a place he did no recognize, and his back was burning with pain. There were images in his mind, images of horrified faces, people of all ages he did not recognize. Some calling out “Poseidon” “Poseidon” wile their cold eyes saw him with fear. He rose his eyes and saw destruction, wood and rubble floating in an inundated plain. He has scared, had he done this, had he killed people? He stood up, his legs had scales, he was horrified, ho was he? Why has he there? All questions he had no answers to. He sat in the ocean line alone between the rubble thinking until night came and the moon came.
The moon, something that seemed so familiar and comforting to look at, the moon would help him to recover some of his memory, frame by frame he remembered awakening in a table were panic took over him and he started struggling, he though they were hurting him, he though there were a threat. In addition, he could hear a gruesome song over and over in his head, and the image of an old man standing by his side that had somehow make him angry. He remembered that he knew that he needed to kill that man, but why was not clear to him. he realized he had killed people. He know that he was not like them, he knew that his hands were stained by blood. He walked to the center of the flooded plain, were he droped to the ground and looked to the moon, trying to remember more of who and what he was, but the answers never came “is my name Poseidon?” His back was still hurting and the scales in his legs had gone away, he fell asleep in the cold mud, only the moon to look after him..
*skills:
Poseidon’s powers as a demi-god have been sealed away. The only reminiscence of his powers are these:
*He can create up to a meter cubed of water per day, that he can manipulate and control at his disgretion
*He can create up to a meter cubed of ice per day, that he can manipulate and control at his disgretion.
Both of these skills weaken him so he cannot continously use them.
*He can create a spherical barrier which can protect him almost from anything, but its just last 30 Seconds. (Fights; One battle round)
*He can transform into a triton, which allows him to swim underwater at fast speeds and stop being dependant on oxygen, but he can’t use this skill for more than 30 minutes. His tail is 4.5 meters long extending from his waist. The tail is gray-scaled with a fish fin at the end, and three slim limbs that open out at his two sides and back, that reveal pins to propulse himself better. When Melancor transform his eyes turns white-dripping-plasma
*His aqueous powers increases at night by x1.2, and at full moon by x1.5
*Finally he is a moderate of archer.
Miscellaneous skills:
• since Melancor is nearly 14,500 years and was sort of Omnipresent, he has a lot of knowledge about the races of Althanas, He knows all the aqueous based races well, and the great majority of the land ones.
• Melancor knows all the languages of Althanas. (not those unique to a character)
Equipment:
*Bow made of oak with catgut string and 20 arrows, oak with steel tips and goose fletching.
*Quiver with and 20 arrows, oak with steel tips and goose fletching.
*Chest Armor, made of steel (chest plate)
*Canteen that holds up to a liter of water.
*Leather black gloves.
*5” knife.
* Money sack with a few silver coins.