Post by Shadow. on Aug 14, 2008 9:15:11 GMT -5
Name: Shadow.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Rank: -
Weapons: Shadow. carries only two weapons- One is a shortsword, no enchantments of any kind and only one thing that separates it from any other shortsword: his family crest. He got the sword by slaying his own father in cold blood for it, otherwise his father was going to destroy it. His second weapon is his black steel dagger, again; no enchantments. It's a simple weapon for a simple deed.
Magicka: His hatred of all of the magick arts has led him to believe he has none out of pure spite, but he in fact is very strongly inbued with the Illusion arts but his skills in them is unknown to all.
Armor/Clothing: His daily clothes consist of a normal black shirt with black breeches, but this is covered as always by a cloak that seems to make him invisible, but to a degree: He appears to blend in with that around him. Some mages have pondered what made this happen and some believed it was enchanted with a chameleon spell of sorts; but whomever suggested it may be so died very quickly after wards.
Residence/Sanctuary: Shadow. mainly resides in the Anvil sanctuary but he is constantly on the move and spends equal time in all sanctuaries.
Appearance: Do you remember what the last person you walked past on the street looked like? You can't? That describes Shadow. quite well. He walks and talks so as to not draw attention to himself; He dresses casually and acts unsuspiciously. A few of the many things his life had taught him to do. At night however, he changes dramatically; instead of being the person you pass in the street, he becomes the person you see last. The result of a incident he had with a series of mages when he was a young boy. His appearance is much the same but he changes into wearing his cloak which makes him appear to be right next to you, but impossible to see. Like a silent presence watching you.
Personality: Shadow. has a very simple personality, it consists of two beings. There is himself, and the other himself. One is a very cautious and careful him, full of thought, worry, emotion. The other himself is what happens when you combine a scared 9 year old child with a dangerously powerful berserk spell by 4 rogue mages. He doesn't go 'crazy' as per se, but you wouldn't want to step on his toes when he's like this. Just like every other murderer he kills how he likes but every life he takes reminds him of his mother and his father; of how they were the first to die. It hurts him, it hurts him more than it hurts whomever has just died. He grants them a quick death showing his mercy by taking all the pain himself. He may seem a cruel and spiteful being but he still thinks like a human, he still hurts like a human and he still loves like a human. At least he thinks he does, but he has never met a single person who he felt he could connect to.
History: Things started going wrong from a fairly early age for Shadow.. At the age of 9, he was confronted by a group of mages who claimed they were from the guild and that they had chosen him to try out their new spell: it was an honour they said, he should feel privileged they said. He was nervous, excited but most of all, he was terrified; what were they going to do? Was it going to hurt? What would happen after wards? They didn't say anything, they just started on with their chant.
After the impossibly painful strikes he had lashing over his body that seemed to go on forever, he opened his eyes and realised he was lying down, facing the sky. He sat up slowly and refused to look down. He already knew what he'd see: blood. His parents faces flashed into his head before he knew it and the pain and sorrow filled him to the point of breaking.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Rank: -
Weapons: Shadow. carries only two weapons- One is a shortsword, no enchantments of any kind and only one thing that separates it from any other shortsword: his family crest. He got the sword by slaying his own father in cold blood for it, otherwise his father was going to destroy it. His second weapon is his black steel dagger, again; no enchantments. It's a simple weapon for a simple deed.
Magicka: His hatred of all of the magick arts has led him to believe he has none out of pure spite, but he in fact is very strongly inbued with the Illusion arts but his skills in them is unknown to all.
Armor/Clothing: His daily clothes consist of a normal black shirt with black breeches, but this is covered as always by a cloak that seems to make him invisible, but to a degree: He appears to blend in with that around him. Some mages have pondered what made this happen and some believed it was enchanted with a chameleon spell of sorts; but whomever suggested it may be so died very quickly after wards.
Residence/Sanctuary: Shadow. mainly resides in the Anvil sanctuary but he is constantly on the move and spends equal time in all sanctuaries.
Appearance: Do you remember what the last person you walked past on the street looked like? You can't? That describes Shadow. quite well. He walks and talks so as to not draw attention to himself; He dresses casually and acts unsuspiciously. A few of the many things his life had taught him to do. At night however, he changes dramatically; instead of being the person you pass in the street, he becomes the person you see last. The result of a incident he had with a series of mages when he was a young boy. His appearance is much the same but he changes into wearing his cloak which makes him appear to be right next to you, but impossible to see. Like a silent presence watching you.
Personality: Shadow. has a very simple personality, it consists of two beings. There is himself, and the other himself. One is a very cautious and careful him, full of thought, worry, emotion. The other himself is what happens when you combine a scared 9 year old child with a dangerously powerful berserk spell by 4 rogue mages. He doesn't go 'crazy' as per se, but you wouldn't want to step on his toes when he's like this. Just like every other murderer he kills how he likes but every life he takes reminds him of his mother and his father; of how they were the first to die. It hurts him, it hurts him more than it hurts whomever has just died. He grants them a quick death showing his mercy by taking all the pain himself. He may seem a cruel and spiteful being but he still thinks like a human, he still hurts like a human and he still loves like a human. At least he thinks he does, but he has never met a single person who he felt he could connect to.
History: Things started going wrong from a fairly early age for Shadow.. At the age of 9, he was confronted by a group of mages who claimed they were from the guild and that they had chosen him to try out their new spell: it was an honour they said, he should feel privileged they said. He was nervous, excited but most of all, he was terrified; what were they going to do? Was it going to hurt? What would happen after wards? They didn't say anything, they just started on with their chant.
After the impossibly painful strikes he had lashing over his body that seemed to go on forever, he opened his eyes and realised he was lying down, facing the sky. He sat up slowly and refused to look down. He already knew what he'd see: blood. His parents faces flashed into his head before he knew it and the pain and sorrow filled him to the point of breaking.