Entropy
11-19-07, 09:31 AM
General Info
Name: Ilcarthion Villanges
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Profession: Chronomancer/Drifter
Blood Type: AB
Preferred Hand: Right
Personality
A man after his own designs, and nothing else, Ilcarthion has proved to be rather neutral in others affairs in the past. He's the type of man who will simply stop and scratch his head if a thief runs by with city guards on his heels, and even ignore a cry from help from a beseiged village. He's difficult to motivate as well; as he knows that, in time, gold will be as useful as aluminum, he cannot be bought with a price, though if it is information on the Tap, or something arcane, in form or immaterial, he chases it with utmost diligence and determination.
Appearance
Ilcarthion is a curious sort; he seems to be plain and intricate at the same time. He can quite easily button up his coat and blend into the crowd just as well as he can become a center of attention, exuding grace, poise, and intelligence.
His auburn hair is cut short, at times combed back, and at times laying flat, the color of it matching his amber eyes well. He wears a longsleeved white shirt under a leather vest, tooled with the colors of bronze and red, and black leather pants over a form of average build. He complements this with a dark brown coat which falls to his knees, and a wide brimmed hat.
Weapons
A Katzbalger styled steel short sword.
Armor
A leather vest.
Skills/Abilities
Chronomancy
The practiced ability to manipulate the fabric of time. Ilcarthion can currently slow a single targets movement speed by a quarter of it's usual rate for ten seconds, rewind an area of ten by ten feet for the past ten seconds, or increase his own or a single targets movement speed by a quarter of it's usual rate for fifteen seconds. Additionally, through, Ilcarthion can either speed up deterioration or restore small objects, such as vases and knives, back to new through skin to material contact (example: Ilcarthion lays his hand on a rusty old dagger, and can either restore it to a time shortly after it's forging, or turn it into a pile of rust and a termite eaten wooden handle). As he must have a certain level of concentration, and a time touching the object intimately, it would be rather useless and stupid to try and grab an opponent's dagger in battle and turn it into a state if disuse; that would be an excellent way to lose his fingers, if not his hands, which are essential to his magic. As this magic is predictably taxing, Ilcarthion can only invoke his power once at a time, and have a period of arrested use (two posts between each spell).
Weaponform
Ilcarthion has an average ability in the use of small to medium size blades.
History
There was a time once when a boy named Ilcarthion Villanges was apprenticed to a wizened and well learned elder mage in a city to to the south. The boy was studious and eager, catching on to his new lessons quickly, and his master was happy to have him. It also happened to be that a younger, hot-headed mage in the ranks of nobles had an unofficial rivalry with the older mage. The young noble was quite skilled in magic, but often his exploits and feats were lost in praise of the older man's abilities. So, once a week, carrying his thick volume of spells, the younger mage met with his elder in the city square, and as Ilcarthion grew under his master's tutelage, it was always the older man who stood triumphant as the rash mage's spells fizzled.
Despite the brashness that comes with youth, Ilcarthion could not understand why the younger mage was so intent on humiliating his master. The man had wealth and standing in the world, and a power not many other men could boast about. Curious, in his free time Ilcarthion took to following the younger mage, to see if he could come to understand his problems. It was in this way thbat the boy came to learn of the legend of The Eternal Tap, which the mage obsessed about. He had spent enormous portions on his fortune to receive information, scrolls, and books on the Tap, some of which the boy stole, and studied.
Soon enough, Ilcarthion began to lag in his studies with his master as more and more of his interest became invested in the Tap. Shortly after he had finished the material he had taken from the young mage's vaults, the boy began to meditate, seeking a way to touch on the Tap, and soon found it was easier to have accessed than he had expected. After a month and a few days, Ilcarthion, spiritually detached, came upon a small fraction of the shattered source, and immediately began to use it. His performance in his master's lessons suddenly increased, much to the old man's satisfaction.
However, one evening, as Ilcarthion snuck into the young mage's estate to replace the books and scrolls he had stolen, he came across the man loudly berating a woman who calmly returned his fury fury. After a few moments of watching, the man grabbed hoild of something around his neck - a familiar feeling washed over the boy - and a ray of light lanced from the mage's hand and pierced the woman. For a terrible second, the boy could see her slick, white skeleton; and then she disintegrated into ash in the wind.
Fleeing the estate, Ilcarthion roused his master from his sleep and told him what he had seen. The boy was unsettled as the old man's age became painfully apparent, the lines prevalent in the shadows. His master sent him to the borders of the city, instructed only to return when he was called through telepathy. In the city square, the old man met the haggard, mad mage, and struggled desperately to wrest the power from the insane man. As Ilcarthion watched, a plume of green light burst from the center of his home, piercing the sky. The clouds churned darkly around the undulating, twisting column as the earth beneath shuddered and groaned as fissures shattered the city. And then, with a great pulse of light, Ilcarthion Villanges watched his home vanish.
Name: Ilcarthion Villanges
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Profession: Chronomancer/Drifter
Blood Type: AB
Preferred Hand: Right
Personality
A man after his own designs, and nothing else, Ilcarthion has proved to be rather neutral in others affairs in the past. He's the type of man who will simply stop and scratch his head if a thief runs by with city guards on his heels, and even ignore a cry from help from a beseiged village. He's difficult to motivate as well; as he knows that, in time, gold will be as useful as aluminum, he cannot be bought with a price, though if it is information on the Tap, or something arcane, in form or immaterial, he chases it with utmost diligence and determination.
Appearance
Ilcarthion is a curious sort; he seems to be plain and intricate at the same time. He can quite easily button up his coat and blend into the crowd just as well as he can become a center of attention, exuding grace, poise, and intelligence.
His auburn hair is cut short, at times combed back, and at times laying flat, the color of it matching his amber eyes well. He wears a longsleeved white shirt under a leather vest, tooled with the colors of bronze and red, and black leather pants over a form of average build. He complements this with a dark brown coat which falls to his knees, and a wide brimmed hat.
Weapons
A Katzbalger styled steel short sword.
Armor
A leather vest.
Skills/Abilities
Chronomancy
The practiced ability to manipulate the fabric of time. Ilcarthion can currently slow a single targets movement speed by a quarter of it's usual rate for ten seconds, rewind an area of ten by ten feet for the past ten seconds, or increase his own or a single targets movement speed by a quarter of it's usual rate for fifteen seconds. Additionally, through, Ilcarthion can either speed up deterioration or restore small objects, such as vases and knives, back to new through skin to material contact (example: Ilcarthion lays his hand on a rusty old dagger, and can either restore it to a time shortly after it's forging, or turn it into a pile of rust and a termite eaten wooden handle). As he must have a certain level of concentration, and a time touching the object intimately, it would be rather useless and stupid to try and grab an opponent's dagger in battle and turn it into a state if disuse; that would be an excellent way to lose his fingers, if not his hands, which are essential to his magic. As this magic is predictably taxing, Ilcarthion can only invoke his power once at a time, and have a period of arrested use (two posts between each spell).
Weaponform
Ilcarthion has an average ability in the use of small to medium size blades.
History
There was a time once when a boy named Ilcarthion Villanges was apprenticed to a wizened and well learned elder mage in a city to to the south. The boy was studious and eager, catching on to his new lessons quickly, and his master was happy to have him. It also happened to be that a younger, hot-headed mage in the ranks of nobles had an unofficial rivalry with the older mage. The young noble was quite skilled in magic, but often his exploits and feats were lost in praise of the older man's abilities. So, once a week, carrying his thick volume of spells, the younger mage met with his elder in the city square, and as Ilcarthion grew under his master's tutelage, it was always the older man who stood triumphant as the rash mage's spells fizzled.
Despite the brashness that comes with youth, Ilcarthion could not understand why the younger mage was so intent on humiliating his master. The man had wealth and standing in the world, and a power not many other men could boast about. Curious, in his free time Ilcarthion took to following the younger mage, to see if he could come to understand his problems. It was in this way thbat the boy came to learn of the legend of The Eternal Tap, which the mage obsessed about. He had spent enormous portions on his fortune to receive information, scrolls, and books on the Tap, some of which the boy stole, and studied.
Soon enough, Ilcarthion began to lag in his studies with his master as more and more of his interest became invested in the Tap. Shortly after he had finished the material he had taken from the young mage's vaults, the boy began to meditate, seeking a way to touch on the Tap, and soon found it was easier to have accessed than he had expected. After a month and a few days, Ilcarthion, spiritually detached, came upon a small fraction of the shattered source, and immediately began to use it. His performance in his master's lessons suddenly increased, much to the old man's satisfaction.
However, one evening, as Ilcarthion snuck into the young mage's estate to replace the books and scrolls he had stolen, he came across the man loudly berating a woman who calmly returned his fury fury. After a few moments of watching, the man grabbed hoild of something around his neck - a familiar feeling washed over the boy - and a ray of light lanced from the mage's hand and pierced the woman. For a terrible second, the boy could see her slick, white skeleton; and then she disintegrated into ash in the wind.
Fleeing the estate, Ilcarthion roused his master from his sleep and told him what he had seen. The boy was unsettled as the old man's age became painfully apparent, the lines prevalent in the shadows. His master sent him to the borders of the city, instructed only to return when he was called through telepathy. In the city square, the old man met the haggard, mad mage, and struggled desperately to wrest the power from the insane man. As Ilcarthion watched, a plume of green light burst from the center of his home, piercing the sky. The clouds churned darkly around the undulating, twisting column as the earth beneath shuddered and groaned as fissures shattered the city. And then, with a great pulse of light, Ilcarthion Villanges watched his home vanish.