Post by salvarus on Oct 13, 2005 10:28:24 GMT -5
A small background check
Age - 24
Profession - A mage, sired by mages, sired by mages, sired by a small cabbage farmer in the Northeastern Continent.
Society Standing - Order of Fastalus, Honours in every type of spellcasting, rumoured to be the future Head Mage of the Flaming Light: caution - has trouble with pronounciation, ammendment, trouble is an understatement couldn't talk himself out of a paper bag.
Current Residence - A wanderer, some would say vagabond, searching the world for adventure and a place to call home. Ammendment - currently lives in a tree, vacated by pixies.
Appearance - Stands 5'7", holds himself high, an arrogance in his abilities, a perfectionist and known to have a flaring temper. Wears red robes, tinted in a pale blue lining. Hair is a pale blonde, which generally falls down to the level of his shoulders, never tied back to the annoynce of the pixies, believing him to be somewhat of a ragamuffin. There are only two blemishes upon his otherwise perfect body. These would appear to be a long tattoo that spans down the length of his right arm, twisting around the limb like a silent observer..which also irritates the pixies so much that they have started a protest against it. This leads us onto the second blemish. Believe you me, an angry pixie wavering a sword to slice off the back of your hair is very dangerous, namely because Pixies lack the capacity to actually swing their swords in any manner of finesse, and also the ability to aim. It is no small wonder that he keeps his hair down now to hide the many small scars upon the back of his neck. Otherwise, his skin is a pale tan, his eyes are a dark brown and his fingernails are ever so slightly longer than what one would consider normal.
History - Roleplay with him and perhaps you'll find out.
It is left up to the eye of the beholder, or perhaps the eye of the perciever would be more accurate to determine the judgement of another. It is left up to the judgement of another in that instance to determine exactly what the bloody hell a powerful mage is doing standing in the middle of a forest repeating over and over "Abra Kadabra, Abra Kadabra, OPEN SESAME, OPEN MY ABRA SESAME KADABRA" while all the while stomping his feet in some sort of Rastafarian Riverdance.
While Salvarus Dijion was dancing the night away repeating phrases used only by charlatans and the forty thieves, several pixies were hidden among the branches of a tall oak tree, contemplating the future of the human race. "Well I say Daela, if this is the best they can produce I honestly have to admit they're all doomed", "Oh but he is handsome Shae, I do have to admit that...and the way he grooves, that boy's got more style than a crocodile", "But just what is he doing!!" shrieked an angry Liliara, "He can't even bloody talk!" "Didn't you hear him, he's opening up his sesame, it sounds so kinky...he could open up my sesame and abra kadabra me any day of the week." replied the coy Daela. This went on, as the mage beneath them began a more complicated incantation.
Hands wavered in the air, a blur of flashing lights that enchanted the surrounding area, causing a gasp of genuine amazement from the Pixies. Blimey, he could actually do more than dance. They peered closer to see the show. Salvarus raised his hands high into the air, pushing his body forward and shouting out, already triumphant from his recent vocal victory, "Silivarum, Decantet fortul..fortu...for..fortul..l...DAMNIT ALL TO HELL AND MAY YOU ROT WITH THE SWAMP DEM..DEM...de...BUGGER IT ALL"
The riverdance began anew, although this time it was more of an Scottish riverbrawl, fists flew in all directions, legs kicked and hair was flung...pixies began falling over themselves in giggles up in the tree, amid a cackle of "See I told you he couldn't talk, his voice is all funny!" one brave Pixie, an as unmentioned Xaema, flew down with the sword and hacked at the exposed hair, slicing what for a pixie would be a fatal wound into Salvarus' shoulder. Salvarus on the other hand, felt a two inch long sword swipe across his skin, removing a single layer of his skin, and a few notches from his proverbial bedpost.
Swiping out at the Pixie, who was far too agile and evaded him as easily as a fox would a British Hunting party, Salvarus finally fell to the ground exhausted, whispering "Dem...demon!!!" Having finally pronounced the word, a strangled wail struggled out of his lips which made Daela swoon and Shae groan in exasperated irritation.
"Calm Salvarus, you will learn one day." the poor mage said to himself, consoling himself in a moment of grief. "Yeah bloody right, you'll skewer yourself on my sword before you can cast a spell to save yourself you ninkempoo!" replied a very angry Xaema. Huffing, she skittered back up into the tree. All the pixies knew that he could cast a spell, he could obliterate them all in an instant if he ever managed to get the words out without falling all over himself in the process.
Rolling up the sleeves of his robes, and bracing himself by planting his feet firmly and squarely upon the ground beneath him, Salvarus without hesitation yelled out, while pointing a finger at the cheeky little pixie who had swiped at him, "Ectarla vondarche kikli-...li.....liBUGGER AND BLAST IT ALL TO HELL" which apparently seemed to be the wrong incantation, or perhaps the right incantation in the wrong place. For it was that the mass amount of warts that were suddenly springing up all over Xaema's face, exploded into fiery balls of rain that singed her skin then fell down, directly ontop of the mage.
Screaming as he gazed up at the fiery death that fell towards him, it was all the desolate man could do to run headfirst into the nearest tree...and fall upon the ground, dazed and barely concious, gazing up at the sky and moaning..."What the hell did I d..d...o...oooo" before his eyes closed...and he dreamed of a world where stuttering didn't exist, and pixies did a victory riverdance around his body to the tune of a song with no name.
(Feel free to reply to this if you want, it's open to anyone and I hope it can supply some small amount of comic relief to what is otherwise very serious RP, thank you for reading if anyone does, if not, I've really enjoyed posting this and will continue to post about this character on this board and his adventures.
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P.S. - the idea of bringing Pixies into this RP was Saara's idea, and I hope it has been utilized well and to her liking.
Age - 24
Profession - A mage, sired by mages, sired by mages, sired by a small cabbage farmer in the Northeastern Continent.
Society Standing - Order of Fastalus, Honours in every type of spellcasting, rumoured to be the future Head Mage of the Flaming Light: caution - has trouble with pronounciation, ammendment, trouble is an understatement couldn't talk himself out of a paper bag.
Current Residence - A wanderer, some would say vagabond, searching the world for adventure and a place to call home. Ammendment - currently lives in a tree, vacated by pixies.
Appearance - Stands 5'7", holds himself high, an arrogance in his abilities, a perfectionist and known to have a flaring temper. Wears red robes, tinted in a pale blue lining. Hair is a pale blonde, which generally falls down to the level of his shoulders, never tied back to the annoynce of the pixies, believing him to be somewhat of a ragamuffin. There are only two blemishes upon his otherwise perfect body. These would appear to be a long tattoo that spans down the length of his right arm, twisting around the limb like a silent observer..which also irritates the pixies so much that they have started a protest against it. This leads us onto the second blemish. Believe you me, an angry pixie wavering a sword to slice off the back of your hair is very dangerous, namely because Pixies lack the capacity to actually swing their swords in any manner of finesse, and also the ability to aim. It is no small wonder that he keeps his hair down now to hide the many small scars upon the back of his neck. Otherwise, his skin is a pale tan, his eyes are a dark brown and his fingernails are ever so slightly longer than what one would consider normal.
History - Roleplay with him and perhaps you'll find out.
It is left up to the eye of the beholder, or perhaps the eye of the perciever would be more accurate to determine the judgement of another. It is left up to the judgement of another in that instance to determine exactly what the bloody hell a powerful mage is doing standing in the middle of a forest repeating over and over "Abra Kadabra, Abra Kadabra, OPEN SESAME, OPEN MY ABRA SESAME KADABRA" while all the while stomping his feet in some sort of Rastafarian Riverdance.
While Salvarus Dijion was dancing the night away repeating phrases used only by charlatans and the forty thieves, several pixies were hidden among the branches of a tall oak tree, contemplating the future of the human race. "Well I say Daela, if this is the best they can produce I honestly have to admit they're all doomed", "Oh but he is handsome Shae, I do have to admit that...and the way he grooves, that boy's got more style than a crocodile", "But just what is he doing!!" shrieked an angry Liliara, "He can't even bloody talk!" "Didn't you hear him, he's opening up his sesame, it sounds so kinky...he could open up my sesame and abra kadabra me any day of the week." replied the coy Daela. This went on, as the mage beneath them began a more complicated incantation.
Hands wavered in the air, a blur of flashing lights that enchanted the surrounding area, causing a gasp of genuine amazement from the Pixies. Blimey, he could actually do more than dance. They peered closer to see the show. Salvarus raised his hands high into the air, pushing his body forward and shouting out, already triumphant from his recent vocal victory, "Silivarum, Decantet fortul..fortu...for..fortul..l...DAMNIT ALL TO HELL AND MAY YOU ROT WITH THE SWAMP DEM..DEM...de...BUGGER IT ALL"
The riverdance began anew, although this time it was more of an Scottish riverbrawl, fists flew in all directions, legs kicked and hair was flung...pixies began falling over themselves in giggles up in the tree, amid a cackle of "See I told you he couldn't talk, his voice is all funny!" one brave Pixie, an as unmentioned Xaema, flew down with the sword and hacked at the exposed hair, slicing what for a pixie would be a fatal wound into Salvarus' shoulder. Salvarus on the other hand, felt a two inch long sword swipe across his skin, removing a single layer of his skin, and a few notches from his proverbial bedpost.
Swiping out at the Pixie, who was far too agile and evaded him as easily as a fox would a British Hunting party, Salvarus finally fell to the ground exhausted, whispering "Dem...demon!!!" Having finally pronounced the word, a strangled wail struggled out of his lips which made Daela swoon and Shae groan in exasperated irritation.
"Calm Salvarus, you will learn one day." the poor mage said to himself, consoling himself in a moment of grief. "Yeah bloody right, you'll skewer yourself on my sword before you can cast a spell to save yourself you ninkempoo!" replied a very angry Xaema. Huffing, she skittered back up into the tree. All the pixies knew that he could cast a spell, he could obliterate them all in an instant if he ever managed to get the words out without falling all over himself in the process.
Rolling up the sleeves of his robes, and bracing himself by planting his feet firmly and squarely upon the ground beneath him, Salvarus without hesitation yelled out, while pointing a finger at the cheeky little pixie who had swiped at him, "Ectarla vondarche kikli-...li.....liBUGGER AND BLAST IT ALL TO HELL" which apparently seemed to be the wrong incantation, or perhaps the right incantation in the wrong place. For it was that the mass amount of warts that were suddenly springing up all over Xaema's face, exploded into fiery balls of rain that singed her skin then fell down, directly ontop of the mage.
Screaming as he gazed up at the fiery death that fell towards him, it was all the desolate man could do to run headfirst into the nearest tree...and fall upon the ground, dazed and barely concious, gazing up at the sky and moaning..."What the hell did I d..d...o...oooo" before his eyes closed...and he dreamed of a world where stuttering didn't exist, and pixies did a victory riverdance around his body to the tune of a song with no name.
(Feel free to reply to this if you want, it's open to anyone and I hope it can supply some small amount of comic relief to what is otherwise very serious RP, thank you for reading if anyone does, if not, I've really enjoyed posting this and will continue to post about this character on this board and his adventures.
)P.S. - the idea of bringing Pixies into this RP was Saara's idea, and I hope it has been utilized well and to her liking.