Drow Character Profile Thread
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				Title: <strong>Drow Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 06:17:35</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drow Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 06:32:11</strong>
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				Character 1<br><br>Name:&nbsp; Yuri Jyslin<br><br>Age:&nbsp; &nbsp; 26<br><br>Class:&nbsp; Warrior/Shadow Magic User <br><br>Warrior abilities.&nbsp; Has mastered the use of all bladed weapons including throwing weapons.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Can hold her own with the bow but not be considered a master archer.<br>Has mastered two forms of hand to hand combat.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Magical abilities.&nbsp; Can shroud herself in shadows to fully conceal self from enemies.&nbsp; Limited abilities when it comes to shrouding others.&nbsp; Darksight, Can see in any magical darkness, except Umbral Darkness .&nbsp; Normal Dark vision.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>Summoning, can summon a Shadow Wolf and a Shadow Hawk.&nbsp; <br><br>Appearance:&nbsp; As human before the change.&nbsp; Strong physical shape from years of studying and mastering the use of long swords and other bladed weapons including duel bladed instruments.&nbsp; Normally wears light leather armor to allow full movement with her swords.&nbsp; Depending on what is needed in her line of work or jobs she generally carries both a long and short sword along with a foot long doubled edged dagger.&nbsp; However never be foolish enough to believe these are her only weapons for she also carries an assortment of throwing knives and stars as well.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://www.nakedfemalebodybuilders.org/pic/female-bodybuilders-naked.jpg)<br><br>Appearance:&nbsp; As Dark Elf after the transformation.&nbsp; Pretty much same coloration of skin unless it is needed to be darker then it would be a darker gray than pictured below.&nbsp; Deep blood red eyes with golden flecks.&nbsp; Her hair much like the pick is a mixture of white, gray and silver.<br>Carries typical Drow weapons including the single handed crossbows.&nbsp; Now with the addition of the Drow armor the amount of throwing daggers and such have been increased.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/krystal_dragoness13/Nim%20Character%20Pictures/Feriel_by_kerembeyit.jpg)<br><br>Biography:&nbsp; At the age of 7 Yuri was traveling with her parents in the trade caravan that her father was the leader of.&nbsp; For Yuri this was not a pleasant time of easy going traveling and laughing conversations around the camp fire at night.&nbsp; The men that traveled with the caravan were vile base creatures that the young girl despised.&nbsp; No they never went after her there were plenty of other women to bully and force their lusts upon.&nbsp; Instead they just did everything blatantly right in front of her just as if she simply did not exist.&nbsp; The true heart break for her came the one evening that she found out her father was no better than the rest of the men.&nbsp; <br><br>It was the same night that he beat her mother so badly that she did not survive.&nbsp; But more importantly for Yuri it was the same night her caravan was attached by a small band of Drow Elves.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had been hiding under one of the wagons buried in some old tarps that had not been used yet for setting up after seeing her mother being nearly beaten to death.&nbsp; &nbsp;The men had been sitting around the camp fire cleaning and sharpening their weapons bragging about how many men and women they had slain.&nbsp; When suddenly she appeared...<br><br>Seeing the Drow Warrior Women was the one single event of her life that came to have any meaning for Yuri at all.&nbsp; Only glimpses of the actual woman as she spun about leaping out of one shadow one moment only to appear out of another the next.&nbsp; The black metal spiked armor seamed to gleam in the moonlight accompanied by lighting fast flashes of the woman's curved and wickedly sharp blades.&nbsp; None of the 20 men stood a single chance against her.&nbsp; The drow woman with her dark skin and long dark hair spun about the camp in the most beautiful dance that Yuri had ever seen before.<br><br>When it was over the woman was joined by three others who spoke to the first woman in hushed voices.&nbsp; They need not had bothered speaking softly Yuri thought to herself as she continued to watch these women from her hiding place under the wagon I do not know the Elvish language.&nbsp; After the three that had joined with the woman left again the woman did a very surprising thing.&nbsp; She tuned and walked straight over to the wagon next to where Yuri lay hidden under the pile of tarps.&nbsp; The Drow had stood there with her hands on her hips for what felt like an eternity to the young girl.&nbsp; The woman's eyes seemed to glow a deep red under the moonlight.<br><br>One swift movement of the woman's right hand and a woman who Yuri had never liked was dragged out from under the wagon next to where she hid.&nbsp; &nbsp;The woman screamed as the Drow woman stabbed her in the heart with a dagger letting the woman fall gracelessly to the ground.&nbsp; "Let that be a lesson to you never to hide again.&nbsp; A woman is far superior to hide like that.&nbsp; Never show such weakness.&nbsp; You would have done far better to fight and defend yourself against you foes."<br><br>Then just as quickly as she had come the Drow Warrior was gone.&nbsp; Yuri waited a long time before crawling out from under the tarps she had been laying under even before the attack came.&nbsp; Yuri crawled over to the last woman how had been killed first.&nbsp; For a long time she just sat and stared at the handle of the dagger that was still buried in the woman's chest.&nbsp; The suddenly she leaned forward and pulled the dagger out of the woman's chest and wiped the blood off on a clean part of the woman's blouse.&nbsp; Yuri had then stood and walked around the camp with her special "souvenir" as the girl began to call the knife in the years that followed.&nbsp; It was her most prized possession.&nbsp; The words that had been spoken by the Drow to the woman&nbsp; becoming her Holy Writ.&nbsp; From that night on Yuri had only wanted for one thing and that was to be a Drow Warrior.&nbsp; So she had sought out instructors to teach her to fight.&nbsp; Some were better than others but it was a start.&nbsp; One of these instructors tried to rape her in her sleep.&nbsp; He was the first man she ever killed at the age of nine with her Drow blade.&nbsp; <br><br>By the time she was 19 she had mastered her warrior arts.&nbsp; Although she still had problems while working with the shadows.&nbsp; It had bothered her that she did not have better control of her magical abilities.&nbsp; So she sought help through a woman who sometimes hired her for special jobs.&nbsp; Through this woman she was introduced to a friend of the friend of a friend of the friend of a friend who taught her as much as her human mind was going to allow her to accept by the time she was 26.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>In her mind she is stuck.&nbsp; Only partially having accomplished her obsessive goal of being just like the Drow Warrior Woman who set her on her current path as a small child.&nbsp; One evening while sitting at a bar next to a beautiful blond woman whos attention Yuri was hoping to attract when she heard a man whisper something to a friend about a rumor that a Drow could make anyone into a Drow they wanted.&nbsp; This idea of course immediately caught her attention.&nbsp; &nbsp;So even though she had really felt like a woman's touch besides her own to fulfill her lustful needs she decided to set her sights on the man instead.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned out to be completely inept in bed but full of more of this rumor to tell.&nbsp; Just enough of the information ringing true that she decided to find out more information about this rumor.&nbsp; Unfortunately this information came along with many flattering words of how much this man had come to love her.&nbsp; How she made him feel so special so loved.&nbsp; It was enough to make her physically Ill.&nbsp; Yuri did not believe in love never had and more than likely never would.&nbsp; She enjoyed the physical act of sex whether her night was spent with a man or a woman it really didn't matter it was only the physical act of sex she enjoyed nothing more.&nbsp; Then next morning as they were headed to breakfast down in the main part of the bar the man somehow tripped and broke his neck falling down the steps.&nbsp; <br><br>Later that evening she told her one trusted friend whom she had worked for in the past and still did on occation about what she had learned from the man about a supposed power of the Drow to make others like them.&nbsp; And so her feet were set on a long path of investigation.&nbsp; <br><br>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br><br>Character 2.<br><br>Name:&nbsp; Nedylene Irae<br><br>Race:&nbsp; &nbsp;Drow<br><br>Sex:&nbsp; &nbsp; Female<br><br>Class:&nbsp; Warrior<br><br>Description:<br><br>(http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/krystal_dragoness13/Nim%20Character%20Pictures/PZO9013-Drow.jpg)<br><br>Personality:&nbsp; Mean!&nbsp; Not just a little mean but known by all as nothing more nor nothing less than a 110% Grade A Bitch!<br><br>Background:&nbsp; Nedylene is a Drow Warrior who hires out her skills to which ever house will pay her the most or more importantly to her will give her the most prestige.&nbsp; She is extremely skilled in the arts of war particularly with bows having earned the title of Master Archer .&nbsp; Truly lacking only in magical arts.&nbsp; Aside from the natural abilities of dark sight that had been passed through her blood from her mothers side of the family.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br><br>_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br><br>Character 3&nbsp; &nbsp;(A work in progress)<br><br>Name:&nbsp; Vesta La'Fae&nbsp; <br><br>Age:&nbsp; &nbsp; 36<br><br>Class:&nbsp; Gypsy Mage<br><br>Magical abilities:&nbsp; Using a combination of Psionic Magic and Arcane Magic Vesta has come to master elemental magic both as an offense and defense.&nbsp; Even with her mastery of the elements Vesta strove to more fully develop her talents in the healing arts.&nbsp; <br><br>Description:<br><br>(http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/krystal_dragoness13/Nim%20Character%20Pictures/gipsy-sorceress-17446093a7.jpg)<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drow Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 06:47:38</strong>
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				<strong>Human Name:</strong> Irena (family surname no longer used)<br><strong>Drow Name:</strong> Iraeisstra Aleanneld [arcane, mystic, wizard, acolyte, apprentice, of noble lineage - the arcane]<br><strong>Class:</strong> Psion<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> (see pictures)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;height - 5'7<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;human eye color - honey<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;drow eye color - fiery amber-orange<br><br><strong>Background:</strong>&nbsp; Irena, and her twin brother, were born to the highest nobility in the land.&nbsp; Their mother, the queen, died shortly after their birth from labor complications.&nbsp; Not that that mattered to the powerful warlock king, he had gotten what he needed, an heir ... a <em>male</em> heir.&nbsp; Though Irena was older than her brother Idris, if only by a matter of minutes, her father put Idris above all others, especially his daughter.&nbsp; Irena, however, had a fiery nature and refused to be second.&nbsp; From an early age she knew that she was just as strong, if not stronger, than her brother, and certainly smarter.&nbsp; Everything between them became a competition, and though Irena would best Idris at nearly everything, physical, mental, or magical, Idris still had all of their father's pride and affection.&nbsp; To the King his daughter was little more than a pawn to be used in order to establish a treaty, with one kingdom or another, through a marriage arrangement.&nbsp; Sensing great defiance in Irena and potential in the magical arts, especially psionics like her mother, he forbid her training.&nbsp; He feared that she may one day rise up and claim the throne from her brother.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i637.photobucket.com/albums/uu91/Cassiopeia101/Roleplay/Nelisande_by_acidlullaby-cropped.jpg?t=1271967850)</div>Sadly, for the king, this realization came too late.&nbsp; Irena had a knack for the dark arts and training or not she would see that her powers would expand.&nbsp; Though without the guidance and tutelage bestowed upon her twin brother Irena's gift came naturally and she was easily the more skilled and powerful of the two, not that anyone would have known it for she hid her practices well.&nbsp; Aiding in the matter was the fact that her brother was most obviously hot-headed and short sighted, much like their father.&nbsp; Had life, or her father, been fair or just she would have been the one in line for the throne, and the knowledge of that ate away at her relentlessly.&nbsp; The rivalry between the twins grew with each passing year and Irena had to use every ounce of control she had to keep from falling her brother with her psionic abilities.<br><br>When Irena was sixteen her father arranged a treaty with a neighboring kingdom, calling for her marriage to the younger prince, ensuring that she would not be in a position to rule in either kingdom.&nbsp; The young princess had no knowledge of this until her betrothed came to inspect his newly acquired prize.&nbsp; The horrific nature of her situation sunk in and a burning panic overtook her.&nbsp; This prince made it clear that she was now his property and he was set on claiming her immediately.&nbsp; For Irena it was the last straw.&nbsp; Unable to contain her rage and fury she unleashed her powers upon him, wounding him before her father's mages subdued her.&nbsp; He was not hurt badly enough for Irena's tastes, not enough to have made exposing her powers worthwhile.&nbsp; Immediately an Inhibitor Collar was placed around her neck, suppressing her powers completely.&nbsp; <br><br>The king was beyond furious and, had he been a kind man, he would have killed her.&nbsp; But he was most certainly not kinda and wanted his daughter to feel as humiliated as he did by her treacherous acts.&nbsp; Telling the kingdom that the princess had died of a swift and fierce sickness he secretly sold her off to the highest bidder.&nbsp; The sum was hefty due to the princess's renowned beauty as well as her lineage.&nbsp; Irena was taken by an obscure member of the court, one having much wealth and little reputation.&nbsp; In order to preserve her own life she was forced into doing the most demeaning tasks and acts.&nbsp; Though virtually powerless now, the fight and spirit remained deep within her, the possibility of vengeance and freedom spurring her on.&nbsp; Eventually, as Irena had predicted, her cruel and shortsighted captor lost the majority of his assets through gambling debts and he was forced to sell her off.<br><br>As luck would have it the man who purchased her was a psion, though unluckily for Irena he was even more cruel than her former master.&nbsp; She appeared docile and submissive enough that he would not worry about practicing the art in front of her, thus she was able to observe and learn.&nbsp; Watching, however, made her ache to use her powers again all the more.&nbsp; She knew the only way to free herself of the wretched collar was to obtain the key and besides her master the only ones to possess such a key were the guards.&nbsp; The older more experienced guards were not even worth her attempt, they were hardened and had seen nearly every trick and coercion known to humanity.&nbsp; But one new recruit was highly promising, his eyes followed Irena whenever she was near and the hunger he felt for her was evident.&nbsp; She encouraged his interest, smiling at him secretively, allowing her eyes to meet with his for a few brief moments before darting away, letting him catch glimpses of her skin when she would bend or move a certain way.&nbsp; The young man was as if under a spell yet she had used no magic.<br><br>Once Irena was certain his attachment and need for her had reached a peak she approached him privately, confessing her "feelings" to him, expressing her longing for him.&nbsp; After <div class="floatright">(http://i637.photobucket.com/albums/uu91/Cassiopeia101/Roleplay/Drow_Spellcast_by_Cyzra-cropped.jpg?t=1271968025)</div> months of slow teasing the young guard was nearly powerless to resist.&nbsp; Irena told him that the collar prevented her from being with anyone but her master, much as she desired otherwise.&nbsp; In a moment of sheer brilliance the gallant guard offered to free her of the insidious device.&nbsp; Irena rewarded her would-be savior with a concussive blast, launching him head first into a stone wall not two seconds after she was freed.&nbsp; Her powers were a bit unstable after having been suppressed for so long but she was able to sneak through the keep undetected and find her despised master.&nbsp; The depraved psion slept unaware in his lavish bed, secure in the knowledge that none could harm him.&nbsp; Irena looked at him with contempt and disgust.&nbsp; He, like all men, thought himself invulnerable, all powerful, superior ...&nbsp; This time she would not use her powers, she wanted to feel the life drain from him directly.&nbsp; <br><br>Grabbing a fruit knife from the small ornate table she lunged atop him and stabbed him through the neck.&nbsp; His eyes snapped open in agony, his expression changing to shock when he finally realized who it was taking his life.&nbsp; Irena stopped for a moment to smile down at him sweetly in the way that she always had, innocent, fragile, incapable of harm, and continued to do so as she stabbed him again, and again, and again until finally his last breath gurgled out.&nbsp; The feeling coursing through her was powerful and intoxicating as she sat there looking down at his motionless body, satisfied that she had sent him to the hereafter knowing that his slave was anything but weak or lesser.&nbsp; Covered in his blood she fled, knowing that she would soon be hunted for her crimes.&nbsp; <br><br>Irena's psionics allowed her to disguise herself to a certain extent, but being out of practice she knew it was only a matter of time before she was discovered, especially once her father learned of her escape.&nbsp; He would use every available resource, both magical and otherwise, to end the threat she poses to him and her brother.&nbsp; As she ran, attempting to distance herself from her father's kingdom until the opportune time, she hid among groups of traveling merchants.&nbsp; She would hear them tell stories of Underdark and the goddess Lolth, a female deity who encouraged women's dominance over men.&nbsp; Her followers were strong and well trained in the magical arts, and the more Irena learned about the goddess the more she wanted to worship her.&nbsp; The only way to accomplish this was to go to Underdark, a place that basically only existed in whispered rumor.&nbsp; <br><br>Through various cruel and perhaps, considered by the narrow minded, unscrupulous means she found the name of one who supposedly dealt in secrets with the greatest of skill - Ciara Ferragio.<br>(To be further elaborated)<br><br><strong>Personality: </strong> Given Irena's life and her general regard for the male species as a whole she could easily be labeled as a man-hater, though this is not the case.&nbsp; What she does believe however, based on her experience, is that men are not capable or worthy of being in positions of power.&nbsp; Shortsighted, greedy, cruel without cause, squandering their resources for momentary gratification, no these<em> men</em> do not deserve the inherited crown of humanity.&nbsp; Men, in her eyes, are simply foolish, lesser, unworthy of the positions they hold.&nbsp; Leaving men in charge is about as wise as allowing a three year old to take a monarch's throne, at least that's what she's be known to say.&nbsp; It is not power over kingdoms which she craves, per say, merely that things fall into the natural order: women ruling, men serving.&nbsp; <br><br>Irena is smart, cunning, calculating.&nbsp; She indeed has a temper but seldom lets it get the better of her, having learned to wait for her ideal moment to strike.&nbsp; The former princess still carries herself with the air of royalty, her chin held high, parallel to the ground, her shoulders back, and her body stretched tall as she walks.&nbsp; While she possesses the knowledge of the most obscure and noble of manners and courtesies she seldom finds use for them, thinking them to be more of a waste of time and a nuisance ... unless of course she can use them to her advantage.&nbsp; Irena is a ruthless opportunist, having never truly had anyone to be loyal to in her life, her top priority is her own survival and power.&nbsp; Neither naive or blind to her strengths or weaknesses, for she has had ample time to assess them, she is truly a dangerous nemesis.<br><br>Beyond her jaded outlook, Irena is adaptive, capable of being charming and inviting in one moment (courtesy of her nobel upbringing), and vicious and violent the next depending on what suits her purposes.&nbsp; She is not without emotion or compassion, she simply chooses to ignore them whenever they conflict with what benefits her, and thus far she has been able to do so without exception.&nbsp; A seemingly fearless psion, she seeks to rid herself of all the weaknesses of humanity.
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				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 06:52:19</strong>
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				<strong>First Character</strong><br>(http://th03.deviantart.net/fs48/300W/i/2009/176/c/5/__Asmodian_Sorceress___by_Anathematixs.jpg) (http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/drowlady.jpg) (http://setcha.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/scythe.jpg)<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong> Kamilsa D'rille (Kah-mill-sah Da-rill-ay)<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span></strong> 28<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Class:</span></strong> Arcane Blood Mage<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span></strong> The first picture except for a couple of things. Before she changes to a Drow her hair is pitch black afterward it will be this silvery white. Her eyes are a pale green. She also has the tattoos under her eyes like in the second picture. This is her typical outfit. She will wear a black hooded cloak as well sometimes. When she turns Drow she will have the same pale skin color as in the second picture and bright purple eyes. She is 5'5" tall. Generally she keeps her scythe in the extra-dimensional space she has created for herself but sometimes she carries it with her.<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Background:</span></strong> For as long as she could remember Kamilsa's father had taught her his Arcane Blood Magic. She had been learning formulas and spells since she was born. Her mother had been a quiet woman who died when Kamilsa was seven of a lung disease she had been suffering from for five years. After her mother died her father decided it was time to travel. He taught her how to survive in the world. Seven years later not long after she turned fourteen her father died. While on the road they were attacked by a powerful demon. Her father ordered Kamilsa to hide in the shadows while he battled the demon. Knowing his daughter as he did he cast a spell to hold her immobile in her hiding place. <br><br>After a terrible battle her father fell to the demon. He had weakened it greatly though. As his spell faded Kamilsa jumped from the shadows and attacked. After a brief struggle she stood victorious. She went to her father's side and found him just barely alive. She asked him why he had not allowed her to fight alongside him knowing if they had stood together he would not be dying. He replied, "Because I love you. You are precious... my legacy. Become even stronger for me... become the greatest." Then he died. She still keeps some of his blood in a pendant she always wears. It is a silver eight pointed star with what looks like a circular red stone in the center. It is actually no stone but a small container with her father's blood.<br><br>Kamilsa has always had mixed feelings about her father's sacrifice, thinking him a heroic fool. His love for her had gotten him killed. If he had only been willing to allow her to help despite the danger he would not have died that day. From there she began living her own way while still striving to fulfill her father's dream for her. It was the only goal she had ever had and it seemed a good one to her.<br><br>Kamilsa's hunger for power led her on many adventures. She once managed to charm and impress a Dragon enough to not kill her and even give her some of his blood. After turning 25 she began to see time as her worst enemy. She still had so much to learn and do but she felt the crush of time. How could she be the greatest if she had to worry about her age? That was when she decided to find a way to become immortal.<br><br>Three years later, still chasing her new greatest desire, she finally got a break. Whispers that the Drow had a method to turn anyone into one of them. If true that would be perfect! She had always admired the Drow and even worshiped their goddess Lolth. She then set out to discover whether there was any truth to such rumors and to find a way to reach the Drow.<br><br>**Kamilsa found herself in a rather nice, wealthy city but also growing rather low on coin. She had recently had a rather nasty battle that had drained her blood supply. While she had been able to harvest some unique and powerful blood she found herself low on other essential types. Such blood is not cheap. She was sitting on her bed mulling over her situation and how she might remedy her lack of funds when a knock came at her door. There stood a very lovely woman. She said her name was Ciara and that she had a business proposition. Kamilsa let her in and listened to what she had to say. It seemed that Kamilsa had caught the eye of a Lord's son but being painfully shy he hadn't had the courage to approach her. He had gone to Ciara and asked her to convince Kamilsa to share a bed with him for the night. The Blood Mage had laughed at that. The young man could have saved quite a bit of coin if he had only approached her himself. She agreed to Ciara's offer so long as she got a cut of whatever he was paying.<br><br>After a surprisingly wonderful night spent with the Lord's son and a good sum of coin from it she told Ciara that if she ever had anything else for her to do she would be happy to. She informed her she was a mage and knew some nice, nasty spells if she ever needed something done to someone. Ciara told her she also ran an organization which hired people with such talents and that she would keep her in mind. Kamilsa has done a few jobs for her now and has also come to find out Ciara knows many things and people who have information. She begins to wonder if perhaps she could get more information about these rumors of the Drow.**<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong> Kamilsa can be a very charming woman on the outside but inside she is very cold and calculating. She simply discovered that being a bitch didn't get her as far as being more personable. She believes love to be a weakness. Most people she believes are fools, especially men. She does not hesitate to manipulate people and their feelings to get what she wants. Sex is a weapon and tool to her. She enjoys it immensely and doesn't hesitate to use it to get what she wants. Usually it is a willing blood donor or information. Often she travels alone but if she happens to be going in the same direction as someone she will team up with them.<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Spells:</span></strong> <br><br>Bloody Claws of Fear<br>Duration: 2 minutes<br>Range: Touch<br>Casting Time: Instantaneous<br>Blood Type: If the caster applies tainted blood, then for each ounce the fear affect lasts several seconds longer.<br><br>The blood mage's hand turns into a bloody claw, and can make touch attacks that can drain a small amount of strength from a victim and causes them to become fearful if they cannot resist the fear.<br><br>Chill the Blood<br>Duration: 1 minute<br>Range: Touch<br>Casting Time: Instantaneous<br>Blood Type: If the caster applies blood of a cold based creature, then for each ounce the stun affect lasts one additional second.<br><br>The blood mage touches a victim and they are stunned from the cold.<br><br>Blood Armor<br>Duration: 1 hour<br>Range: Personal<br>Casting Time: Instantaneous<br><br>You create an aura out of blood that surrounds you and grants you resistance to normal types of damage, from crafted weapons. Magical damage of any type bypasses this armor.<br><br>**Blood Shield<br>Duration: 1 hour<br>Range: Personal<br>Casting Time: Instantaneous<br>Blood: If wanting more protection from a certain element can use blood of that element to gain an increased protection.<br><br>A shield is cast which lessens the effect of magical attacks.<br><br>Crimson Lance<br>Duration: 2 minutes<br>Range: 40 feet from caster; cannot go move further away from caster<br>Casting Time: 5 seconds<br><br>You summon a crimson red lance that floats in front of you until you give it an attack order. It lasts for only a few minutes but will endlessly attack any target its given.<br><br>Blood Bolts<br>Duration: Instantaneous<br>Range: 100 ft<br>Casting Time: 5 seconds<br>Blood: requires 1 ounce of extra blood for each additional bolt summoned beyond the minimum.<br><br>The blood mage creates bolts made from pure blood and flings them at his enemies. He can create two bolts and +1 additional bolts per additional ounce of blood used in the spell with a maximum of 8 bolts.<br><br>Blood Heal<br>Duration: Instantaneous<br>Range: Touch<br>Casting Time: 1 minute<br>Blood: The blood used for the casting of the spell must be purified blood.<br><br>You touch a target and heal them by transferring blood into them. The amount of blood used to heal them is proportional for the damage suffered. Minor wounds, a cut from a blade etc, 1-3 ounces. More severe wound, broken arm, internal injury etc, 4-6 ounces. If it is the blood of a creature with natural healing abilities it would take less.<br><br>Bloody Haze<br>Duration: 2 minutes<br>Range: Target<br>Casting Time: 10 seconds<br><br>The target's sight is filled with a bloody haze which is very difficult to see through.<br><br>**Bloody Conceal<br>Duration: 1 hour or until the mage attacks or performs a spell.<br>Range: Self<br>Casting Time: 2 seconds<br><br>The caster becomes completely invisible for the duration of the spell or until they physically attack or perform a spell. They also cannot perform the spell again for 30 minutes.<br><br>**Blood Stained Vines<br>Duration: 1 minute<br>Range: Target<br>Casting Time: 3 seconds<br>Blood: 1 once of blood for 2 extra seconds up to 10 seconds.<br><br>Thorny, blood covered vines sprout from the ground, wrapping around the ankles and shins of the target, holding them in place. Struggling only makes the vines grip tighter as does slashing at them.<br><br>**Raining Blood<br>Duration: 30 seconds<br>Range: Up to 50 feet from the caster, covers an area of 10x10 feet<br>Casting Time: 5 seconds<br>Blood: 1 ounce for 10 more seconds up to 30 seconds.<br><br>A rain of acidic blood begins pouring from the sky burning holes in flesh. It does not affect plants, metal, or clothing only flesh. It can, however, seep through clothing or between the cracks in armor to reach the flesh. It is a minor acid, hurts like the fires of Hell and leaves some nasty looking welts but it doesn't burn very deep.<br><br>Boiling Ball of Blood<br>Duration: Instantaneous<br>Range: 100 ft<br>Casting time: 2 seconds<br>Blood: More ounces of blood can be used to make the explosion and fireball larger. If the blood of a fire based creature is used it is more powerful as well.<br><br>A ball of blood red fire flies at the target and explodes either upon impact or when the mage wishes causing fire damage.<br><br>**Hot Blooded<br>Duration: 10 seconds<br>Range: Touch<br>Casting time: Instantaneous<br><br>The mage touches the target and it bursts into flames. The bloody fires engulf the target for the duration of the spell.<br><br>Blast of Icy Blood<br>Duration: 10 seconds<br>Range: 10 ft<br>Casting time: 5 seconds<br>Blood: 1 ounce of blood for 2 more seconds up to 10 seconds. If the blood of a cold based creature is used it is more effective.<br><br>A blast of frozen blood crystals bursts from the mage's hands for the duration of the spell injuring and possibly stunning the target because it is so cold. <br><br>Bloody Shock<br>Duration: 5 seconds<br>Range: 20 ft<br>Casting time: 2 seconds<br>Blood: 1 ounce of blood for 1 more second up to 5 seconds. If the blood of an electrical based creature is used it is more effective.<br><br>Bolts of blood red lightning shoot from the caster's fingertips for the duration of the spell. The target could possibly be stunned from the shock.<br><br>Hurricane of Blood<br>Duration: 30 seconds<br>Range: 3-10 foot diameter "eye" of the storm then from there 10-30 feet of destruction<br>Casting time: 30 seconds<br>Blood: At least 10 ounces are needed for the smallest Hurricane. 1 ounce of blood for each extra foot of destruction up to 20 extra feet. No extra blood needed for the safe zone that is determined by the caster while creating the spell.<br><br>The caster creates a devastating swirling storm of lightning, icy blood crystals and fire around them. The caster can determine how large the eye of the storm is. (Note: This is one of her most powerful spells. I'm sure you can see the many downsides to it and why she would likely never use it. 30 seconds in a battle is a loooong time to just be standing there concentrating. Even if she has allies protecting her they have to all be right next to her so they don't get caught in it. Anyone and anything in the path of destruction is severely injured, ally or not. Just thought I'd throw it in here because I thought of it and who knows, she might need it. ;))<br><br>Summon Blood Sucking Bat<br>Duration: 10 minutes<br>Range: 30 feet from caster<br>Casting time: 2 seconds<br>Blood: 1 ounce for 1 extra minute up to 5 minutes. 1 ounce to summon one extra bat up to 5.<br><br>The caster summons a blood sucking bat to assault her enemies. They aren't very large with a wingspan of about 2 feet. Their teeth are sharp and their high pitched shrieks and erratic flying can confuse enemies. If they are hungry when summoned they will attach to an enemy and suck at their blood. Sometimes even when they aren't hungry...<br><br>**Summon Blood Wolf<br>Duration: 10 minutes<br>Range: 50 feet from caster<br>Casting Time: 3 seconds<br>Blood: 1 ounce for 1 extra minute up to 5 minutes. 1 ounce to summon one extra wolf up to 3.<br><br>The caster summons a vicious wolf covered in blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drow Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 06:53:46</strong>
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				<strong>Second Character</strong><br>(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh226/Alters_Females_Males/Alters%20Of%20Royal%20Captains/RoyalCaptainOfDrowMayarra.jpg)<br><br>Name: Umraestra of House Xanfir<br><br>Age: 30<br><br>Race: Drow<br><br>Appearance: Above only with red eyes. 5'3"<br><br>Background: Umraestra is a young Drow of House Xanfir the 2nd House. She relishes the wealth and power of her family and often takes advantage of it. She loves collecting things from the surface world and is fascinated by tales of it. She is very careful to hide this though knowing her reputation could be severely damaged. So like everyone else she laughs at the stories and says the things she buys are simple baubles, careful to balance her purchases of them, when in truth it means more to her. She is one of the favored daughters of the family because she shows great strength in the Clerical arts and Divine magic. Thus she is working at becoming a Priestess. <br><br>Personality: Umraestra can be very impetuous and she is curious about many things. There are times when it has almost gotten her into some serious trouble. She is also very quick and clever though so she has managed to not get caught or been able to talk or fight her way out. She balances caution with her socializing as all Drow must and tries to be perfect for everyone. <br><br><br><strong>Third Character</strong><br>(http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/krystal_dragoness13/Characters/hunterwoman.jpg) (http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/krystal_dragoness13/Characters/blackroninninjaring.jpg) (http://smhspanthers.k12tn.net/resources/images/Mountain_lion.jpg)<br><br>Name: Tali Malyan<br><br>Age: 23<br><br>Race: Human<br><br>Appearance: Above picture. 5'6" light reddish-brown hair, hazel eyes.<br>Background: Tali was raised deep in the forest. Her father taught her all about hunting and fighting while her mother taught her about herbs and their uses, mostly for healing. One day when she was old enough she said farewell to them and struck out on her own to explore the world. She became an adventurer. Her skills with a bow and her unusual crescent weapons plus her ability to treat wounds made it easy for her to fit into any group. She has been in a few before joining the one she is currently in. She travels with a beautiful male mountain lion named Lowen but she often calls him Baby. 'Baby' is about 8 feet long including his long tail and weighs 130 lbs. Tali found him a few years ago when he was just a little baby alone in his den. She waited for his mother to return but she never did so the woman assumed she had been killed. So she adopted the little ball of fur and raised him. She trained him to help her hunt and fight. Now he goes wherever she goes often getting worried stares when in towns. None would desire to get on the large cat's bad side. Often he thinks he is much smaller and tries to curl up in Tali's lap but usually only manages to get his head there. <br><br>Personality: At first Tali can sometimes be shy and cautious with new people but once she gets to know them a bit she is very friendly. She considers herself a good judge of character. It is easy to make her smile and laugh. She is open minded and curious about all the things in the world she missed out on growing up in the forest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drow Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malina</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 07:25:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://www.pictureupload.de/originals/pictures/220410154717_ciara_1.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ciara Ferragio<br><br><br><strong>Age:</strong> She is in her mid to late twenties, but looks younger<br><br><br><strong>Class: </strong>Uses Arcane Magic and (secretly) also 'psionic magic'<br>&nbsp;<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> 1.64m <br><br>As a Drow, she will look much as she does now, though her skin will be black, her hair glistening white, her eyes a dark red. Her bones and features will become more delicate than they already are, her ears longer and pointed. <br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/6pnn9x.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><strong>Background:</strong> As red as blood, as white as snow and as black as ebony she had been her entire life, although these colours were not yet organised in the desired fashion. For now, it was her skin that showed an immaculate white, her lips were red and her hair almost black, but soon, she hoped, her eyes might glow the colour of darkest carnelian, her hair would be fair, and her skin as black as onyx. For a human, she came close to ideals of physical perfection, while what others, but not her, no, never her, would deem her greatest flaws, if they could look into her heart as well as into her face, would become virtues overnight. <br><br>As red as blood... That sentence from a fairytale her mother had babbled to console her, had had the desired effect, although not in the form the poor woman had imagined. Her loving appraisal of her daughter's beauty had not meant a thing, the story was pure nonsense, but that single line had become her litany, a song of waiting, of promise, of hopes as dark as the life they had sprung from. Not that anybody knew, oh no. Ciara, as she called herself now, had origins none knew. One day, she had come to town, mistress of a nobleman who had never tired of her, but showered her in gifts and riches, right until his death.<br><br>Her fortune well invested in diverse enterprises, the one best known being her brothel, she had lived in town for many years now. How old she might be was another question frequently discussed, or what exactly had brought her that reputation of being irresistible, in a town full of women whose beauty was not inferior to her own, who certainly knew how to please a man, many men, any man. Was it some sorcery, did she put a spell on them? But then, there were many who did this, and still, none had quite her fame. She could hold a conversation, sing, dance, entertain - but who could not, in her line of work? And still... <br><br>Perhaps her fame did the trick? Who would not want to win for his mistress a woman said to be - rightfully so or not - the greatest lover in town and beyond? What a pity she no longer showed any intention to grant suitors entry to her private chambers. Her exclusive brothel was always open, though, to those who had the necessary means and obeyed its rules, all its pleasures, its many chambers, all the whores at her command would be at their disposal, as well as any they could possibly dream of. She would find and persuade them, for the right price, and make them just what the men desired, which was the greater feat by far. It was said she had never yet not found and provided, eventually, the very thing and service a costumer desired. <br><br>Some whispered she not only taught whores and concubines, but that some fine lady or other had sought her advice, to learn how to keep a man like theirs pleased and contented. Perhaps this was why even virtuous women hated her so little, along with her policy of never allowing one of her customers to waste his wealth or future on a whore. A discreet correspondence, a few arrangements later, and the family's fortune and honour was secured, while another little whore's foolish dreams were buried - if it was not the whore herself. And through and underneath it all, she had spun her web, dealing in another good, most precious, rare, and often dangerous. Information. <br><br>Her network of spies reached in every corner of the city, or such was her ambition, and far beyond the city's gates. The knowledge she had such assembled in her pretty head was greater than any suspected, just as her wealth, or the number of businesses and shadier transactions she in some way arranged and profited from. Though not the most respectable of citizens, few would suspect just how involved she was in the dealings of the underworld, nor was it largely known that she used arcane magic, leave alone to which extent, while she keept her true mastery, that of psionic 'magic', entirely to herself. <br><br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Few survive childhood unscarred, far less come out as profoundly crippled as Ciara. Not that it renders her a less able survivor, on the contrary, and it is also the driving force behind her hunger for power. She has been powerless once, seen the worst in people, yes, the worst in them is all she ever sees. For her, love, compassion, scruples or a conscience are self-protective pretences to excuse weakness. Her world is divided into strong and weak, useful and useless. Ciara masters subterfuge, concealment and pretence, however. She certainly appears a strong and successful woman, but one who feels, has warmth, mercy, even, can love and does care. She is so skilled she can will herself into actually feeling what she claims she feels for the necessary duration, which makes her success at hiding her true nature less surprising. <br><br>She is a schemer, liar, manipulator, as unhindered by conscience as any psychopath. Patient and controlled, she works towards her goals, and would do anything to achieve them, her survival, her gaining more power, is all she cares about. She knows, in Drow society, she would fit in, and thinks she would be successful, too. Men would have the place they ought to hold, in her opinion, a small bonus, but a welcome one. It might be suspected she has a remnant of an ability to care and love, as she can stir, and pretend to have, such feelings so well she must at least understand exactly how they work. Sexually and otherwise, she is dominant (and sadistic), but will (appear to) submit for as long as the other holds power over her. Once the table is turned, her hour has come, and she will revel in paying back a hundred times and more what she was made to suffer. <br><br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><br>The second character:<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> C'tholith<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i39.tinypic.com/15x8oko.jpg)</div><strong><br>Background:</strong>Unusually beautiful but far too small and delicate, few expected her to live long, but although she never had remarkable skills at fighting and showed a lack of aggressiveness, or direct ambition, for which she was and is looked down upon, she not only survived, but prospered. Early on, it was suspected Lolth must have plans for her, there was no other explanation for her escaping death again and again, by what often looked like mere chance. Some action or other, however erratic it might have looked, always lead to her coming out of danger practically unharmed. With her vivid dreams and her tendency to speak in what others perceived as mysterious babble or riddles, she caught the attention of a priestess, who put her through a first test, which she survived, as she did all following tests. <br><br>She likes these tests. She likes poisons. She likes drugs. She experiments with either and excels at this like few others. She spends much of her time in a drug induced state. She sees things. Lolth talks to her through dreams and visions, she is an oracle, she must be quite insane by the standards of most. She is a very useful tool and yet powerful in herself, not powerful in an active way, but enough so, in addition to her usefulness, that the others prefer to spare her, since she oddly seems to survive what is done against her, while her enemies often meet some misfortune. In fact, there is some rivalry among the priestesses as to who may claim and 'guard' her, receive her enigmatic utterances and interpret them into understandable terms, into law, into orders. <br><br>She has made the vow of decadence, between hallucinations, trances, horrible nightmares and wonderful dreams, her life flows in no perceptible rhythm, her mind appears to be in chaos most of the time, but when she decides to act, she acts with as much or more logic and consistency as others. She loves to dance and sing for her goddess, and is strikingly beautiful to behold when she does so (in the eyes of and ears of her fellow Drow - although few other races would deny her&nbsp; beauty or that of her eerie, haunting voice), which renders her public rituals and ceremonies for Lolth's very popular (which again makes her a useful priestess to keep around for the others). <br><br>Even for a Drow, she goes quite naked. She loves jewellery, though, especially potent magical one, and that with hidden thorns and many functions (creating a weapon either by itself or when attached to other parts of her jewellery in a specific fashion, for example). Most of her jewellery also has cavities in which a wild assortment of poisons, drugs and spell components are contained. She wears a belt with several pouches and two daggers. Her hair is done up in elaborate styles with pins, clasps and jewellery, much of which can be used as a weapon or to channel divine energy. Her 'spells' appear as unpredictable and chaotic as her utterances. She has perfected the art of crafting and using tiny but effective poisonous blades, arrows and darts which she can shoot, throw or blow. <br><br>Some side effects of her drugs periodically throw her into a state of permanent arousal, like a cat in heat, she will seek to mate as often as possible, even to the point of complete exhaustion, with whatever creatures strike her fancy. In this, too, she follows Lolth's guidance. Much which seems careless or vulnerable about her leads to (obvious or incidental seeming) divine protection as it is a direct consequence of her giving herself over entirely to Lolth's will, her tests. She is aware of all the dangers and risks her choices bring, she braves and faces them with few protections, will endure her own weakness, exposure to danger, contempt or ridicule of her fellow Drow if such is Lolth's will. Much of her 'weakness' is a strength (of will, character and faith) few of her sisters possess or could recognise as such. <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>My third character is a human healer, also in her late twenties, and as she spends all her time dedicated to easing suffering, helping, showing kindness and compassion, and has got a profound love and deep respect for life, naturally, she cannot stand Drow at all...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drow Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 09:22:03</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; Lowan Malakta<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; Lowan is quiet and menacing.&nbsp; He has a force of presence and a charisma that strikes fear in all but the purest of heart.&nbsp; His ambition and self seeking tendencies leave all in question to whether or not he can be trusted.&nbsp; Yet, he obeys a code of honor, honor amongst thieves if you will, but he is a master at finding his way through a contract so that he is always at the top of the stack when all is said and done.&nbsp; He believes in a fair fight, which is probably his most glaring weakness in character.&nbsp; He will not take some one down without challenging them first.&nbsp; He is shrewd.&nbsp; When he laughs, it is only at the expense of another.&nbsp; Evil, cackling laughter that sounds like so many dead leaves blowing through a steel grate.&nbsp; Cold and calculating, he only lets others think that they have won an argument with him.&nbsp; Always better to listen and study your opponent whilst they make a fool of themselves.&nbsp; Never one to trust, he always provides himself a way out of every situation.&nbsp; If he and a party strove for a comon goal, as long as he achieved it, it was fine by him.<br><strong><br>Background:</strong>&nbsp; Lowan never saw his family except on holidays, but all he takes from the memories is a loathing hatred from the experience.&nbsp; They were sweet do gooders that had such high hopes for him.&nbsp; They placated and fondled him when he was beaten to within and inch of his life.&nbsp; See, he was not all that well endowed and was picked on often.&nbsp; Turn the other facial feature, they would say with a smile and a pat on the head.&nbsp; And back off to boarding school it was.<br><br>Within his studies, he found his out.&nbsp; He was rather good with his hands and his language skills were second to none.&nbsp; When they went over arcane magics in primary school, he drank it up like a sponge.&nbsp; He exhausted every resource the expensive school he attended had in its vast library and started experimenting on his own with the incomplete formulas he found.&nbsp; He never had all that much success.&nbsp; He did find that he could cause those around him to randomly stumble and fall and he fed off of their discomfort.&nbsp; There was plenty of entropy in the world around him and he could feel it and draw from it.&nbsp; Nothing in his school taught him this, he could simply feel it.&nbsp; He learned draconic too and was fascinated by the power of the language.<br><br>He easily talked his parents into sending him further into an education of magic with the coercion of his teachers.&nbsp; His talent was apparent.&nbsp; His parents were eventually talked into the a mind set of how a mage would help the family business.&nbsp; With them in his corner for now, he headed of to mage school.&nbsp; He was able to formulate his spells more accurately and he learned more about what he drew upon from the unfortunate class mates of his.&nbsp; The entropy he found and felt all about him was the decaying life force of all living things.&nbsp; It was classified as negative energy and was frowned upon as being evil.&nbsp; He did not care however what it was classified as, it held the key to his power.<br><br>In his second year at the academy, he was met by one of his teachers who offered him some extra curricular work.&nbsp; Obviously his questions about his interested area of study had raised some eyebrows, but had also garnered some attention by those that believed as he did.&nbsp; The only problem was that it required him to drop from the school and his only means of existence to this point of his young life.&nbsp; He was only 16.&nbsp; But he was not without means.&nbsp; He had been stealing money from anyone that trusted him blindly enough for him to not get caught.&nbsp; Thus, it was on one of his long holidays that he disappeared as far as the living world was concerned.<br><br>His master was as cruel as all the bullies he had grown up with, but Lowan was used to it.&nbsp; He knew he was in his element now and he was learning more and more by the day.&nbsp; Gone was the sham of a life he had lived till this point.&nbsp; He waited for the appropriate time when he had learned enough and had discovered the location of his masters most prized tome.&nbsp; Without so much as a sign of gratitude, upon his twenty fifth anniversary of his birth as close as he could figure, he stole the tome and fled as his master laid passed out on the table post ritual that had gone just a bit over the deep end.&nbsp; Lowan had fresh lacerations and bruises to show for his eves work too, but they were only temporary.<br><br>He had enough money now to live securely and knowledge to make his way.&nbsp; He feared though every day that he would be found and made out as the old person of his youth.&nbsp; He now introduced himself as Master Malakta to any who asked and did odd jobs to survive.&nbsp; He worked night and day at the tome he had stolen to unravel its secrets.<br><br>Within this time frame, he became well acquainted with with Ciara Ferragio.&nbsp; Through her he was able to acquire more work that paid lucratively while he continued his studies.&nbsp; Within this tome, he soon found that there was a focal point to the power that he sought to master and it lied deep under the earth, withing the underdark.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Arcane Definition of Lowan's Necromancy.</strong><br><br>Lowan had the fundamentals of an arcane knowledge and appreciation for the working of spells.&nbsp; He simply was bored of the arcane manipulations and components required to fuel his spells.&nbsp; His was a foreboding and near indomitable will.&nbsp; His charisma also was something fearful to behold.&nbsp; <br><br>With the former, he sought out all the chaotic entropy in every little action around him and bended it to his needs.&nbsp; He took the negative energy and made it subject to his form and law.&nbsp; The chaos subjected to an order that fueled his darker needs for power and mastery of all those weakling around him.&nbsp; <br><br>His commanding presence also lends to his will when he faces the undead.&nbsp; These focal points of negative energy can be unraveled like a puzzle.&nbsp; Upon study and observation, and with the right words, these puzzles can be undone.&nbsp; The simpler manifestations of the undead community are put together very simply.&nbsp; When you are dealing with the more complex constructs of a Liche, for instance and however, you have memories and a life force pattern woven into the negative energy matrix that requires specific knowledge of the entity to unravel the puzzle.&nbsp; Same can be said for any of the intelligent undead, like Vampires.&nbsp; These complex energies that have been manipulated and stored to fuel skeletons and zombies, etc are consumed by the destruction of their constructs.<br><br>Is the breakdown of living things chaos and entropy?&nbsp; Why yes, I am glad you asked that.&nbsp; The ordered use of this energy however is what differs this line of magic from that of the Entromancer.&nbsp; All things die daily.&nbsp; This breakdown of an ordered and living system is due to the deconstruction of a living matrix.&nbsp; This is not a force working against living systems, yet is a byproduct of this entropy.&nbsp; Due to Lowan’s particular upbringing, he has been able to find the positive in all processes.&nbsp; He can tweak and manipulate energy of the root kind of his enemies and associates alike.&nbsp; As their bodies decay, he feeds off of it to power his arcane discipline.&nbsp; It alone has kept him sane due to the horrid amount of belittling and degradation he has suffered at the hands of others.<br><br>After Lowan had truly learned to appreciate the dangerous game and energy balance he was playing with, he took precautionary steps with the help of his master.&nbsp; He created an essence ward for himself that protected him from the all to possible and dangerous amounts of feedback his still living body could have to the channeling of negative energy.&nbsp; He had an indestructible container around his neck that held a still beating piece of his heart that was surgically and arcanely removed from him.&nbsp; His skill and that of his master helped him to formulate a ward that kept in perfect balance the link to his still living tissue.&nbsp; He had perfectly frozen life and death in separation from his core.&nbsp; This alone warded him from complete corruption in his more powerful spells.<br><br>Even so, the channeling of the negative energy had its effects on his body.&nbsp; Though his life’s thread was secure and protected, his extraneous tissue and substance continued to be assaulted by his use of negativity.&nbsp; He was gaunt and more portrayed the frame of a person twice his age.&nbsp; He is not skeletal, but he is not filled out either.&nbsp; In his humanity, his skin held the pallor of one who rarely saw the sun, but he wasn’t white as per say; more ashen.<br><br>His implement was that of the bone stave.&nbsp; He had studied long and hard on a manner to subject a Cave Troll to a continual degenerative process that was entirely natural.&nbsp; The subject was able to regenerate and sustain its own life thread.&nbsp; Thus a cycle of death and decay and renewing existed in the subject.&nbsp; With the arcane ritual he had used to secure his own heart tissue, Lowan did the same to trap all of the essence of the life and death struggle into the skeleton of the Troll.&nbsp; Then Lowan used an accelerated decay of the living matrix that overcame the regenerative process to kill the Troll.&nbsp; Lowan, however, trapped the battle and conflict ethereally within the bones.&nbsp; The process was long and difficult and the bones as of yet still lived, to some extent.&nbsp; The Troll was not willful enough to exert itself over Lowan’s own control.&nbsp; The same could not be said however for any who came in contact with these same bones.<br><br>When Lowan needed a minion, he was able to summon the Troll in the form of a Wight.&nbsp; Due to the regenerative nature of the creature’s former existence, the Wight was quite resilient.&nbsp; If he was turned or rebuked, drained of negative energy, etc…&nbsp; He did not cease to exist, he merely re inhabited the warded bones that Lowan had possessed and recharged till he could be summoned again.<br><strong><br>Spells Known:</strong><br><br>Arcane Projectile<br>Duration:&nbsp; Instantaneous.<br>Range:&nbsp; 100 feet plus additional for concentration.<br>Casting Time:&nbsp; Seconds based on number of projectiles cast.<br>Description:&nbsp; This is an unerring and completely accurate missile attack based solely on the will and mastery of the caster.&nbsp; All the targets must be within the immediate focus of the caster not to exceed a 60 degree arc, or anything greater than peripheral vision.<br><br>Stumble:<br>Duration:&nbsp; Instantaneous.<br>Range:&nbsp; Sight.<br>Casting time:&nbsp; Reactionary and opposed.<br>Description:&nbsp; The caster builds upon a moment of entropic release from the target and manifests it in a physical way to impede the target.<br><br>Discern Order:<br>Duration:&nbsp; Instantaneous.<br>Range:&nbsp; Touch.<br>Casting time:&nbsp; Concentration equivalent to the task at hand.<br>Description:&nbsp; The caster takes a chaotic interpretation of a set system and interprets it logically and concisely.&nbsp; The interpretation results in the ordered system meeting its desired constraints to produce its given result.&nbsp; Examples include locks, puzzles, riddles, logarithms, etc. <br><br>Classify:<br>Duration: Instantaneous.<br>Range:&nbsp; Touch.<br>Casting time:&nbsp; Concentration equivalent to the power of the object.<br>Description:&nbsp; The caster reveals with energies the exact nature and properties of an object.<br><br>Siphoning Health:<br>Duration:&nbsp; Instantaneous.<br>Range:&nbsp; Touch.<br>Casting time:&nbsp; Decisive action.<br>Description:&nbsp; The caster takes the negative decay of the targets life matrix and maximizes it to damage the target and heal the caster and equal amount.<br><br>Negative Energy Expansion:<br>Duration:&nbsp; Over time negatable by targets concentration of positive energy.<br>Range:&nbsp; Sight.<br>Casting time:&nbsp; Reactionary, Opposed, concentration to prolong effect.<br>Description:&nbsp; As a more devastating form of the stumble effect, this spell seeks to capitalize on the negative energy produced by the target and exponentate it to devastating effects in unraveling the life thread of the target.&nbsp; The longer the caster concentrates on the effect, the greater the damage caused.<br><br>Negative Energy Feedback:<br>Duration:&nbsp; Instantaneous.<br>Range:&nbsp; 400 hundred feet.&nbsp; Area effected to be equivalent to time concentrated upon by caster.<br>Casting time:&nbsp; Equal to time concentrated upon plus time to reinforce wards versus negative feedback.<br>Description:&nbsp; The caster incites an area equal to his concentration time to reactively expand its negative energy to damage any in said area.&nbsp; Undead have a save versus said damage.<br><br><strong>Abilities garnered vis his Necromatic discipline.</strong><br><br>Immune to Draining attacks.<br><br>Highly resistant to negative energy attacks.<br><br>Physical attacks do him little damage due to his bodies progression to an undead construct form.&nbsp; He does not readily bleed.&nbsp; His skin is near immune to slashing attacks, though he is twice as vulnerable to blunt assaults.&nbsp; Piercing attacks once through his tougher than normal skin, effect him normally.<br><br>Takes double damage from positive energy our light based or lawful good or holy energy attacks.<br><br>Vision based on living versus dead.&nbsp; IE, the dead are black holes of darkness, the living are bright warm spots regardless of light.&nbsp; Magical darkness does not negate this ability.<br><br>(http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd225/ancientaction/DrowGlaveyes_copy2.jpg)<br>(http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd225/ancientaction/Xans.jpg)<br><em> More to come . . . </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drow Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 20:31:35</strong>
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				My apologies, I am withdrawing from this game thread, have fun all!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drow Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 01:57:10</strong>
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				<strong>Dark Clown's Character</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Dark Clown</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Name:</strong> Hannibal Black<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 32<br><br><strong>Class:</strong> Rogue (Assassin)<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong><br>(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/Artemis_Entreri_by_aditya777.jpg)<br><br><strong>Shadow Abilities</strong><br><em>Dark Vision</em> (Though not actual Darksight; he can see in natural darkness, even the gloom of the Underdark, but cannot penetrate magical darkness)<br><em>Shadow Travel</em> (He can travel roughly 50 feet, using shadows as portals.&nbsp; However, he has to see where he's going.&nbsp; He cannot emerge from a cluster of shadows that are behind a wall that blocks his field of vision)<br><em>Shadow Armor</em> (As the spell)<br><em>Darkness</em> (As the spell, but the Duration is only five minutes, and the field of effect is only 10 ft wide by 10 feet high.&nbsp; He cannot see through the darkness)<br><br><strong>Background: </strong><br>The man known as Hannibal Black has never led anything like a posh lifestyle.&nbsp; From his early years as nothing more than a street urchin in a filthy port city, he was always up to no good.&nbsp; Picking pockets of fat merchants on the wharfs and stealing from drunken louts in dark alleyways, the child that would grow to become a feared and respected assassin always had a habit of putting his fingers into the right pockets or hearing the right words whilst hiding in the shadows.&nbsp; His youthful exuberance, coupled with his naturally inquisitive nature, put him into many tight spots, when he was caught thieving or eavesdropping on conversations that didn't concern him.&nbsp; As such, he learned to fight before he was twelve years old, and to kill only a few years later.<br><br>By 15, he was one of the names on a list of prospective members for a guild known as the Shadows of Tamaline, a guild of thieves and assassins feared throughout the land.&nbsp; Those watching him were so stealthy and skilled that he wasn't aware of his potential future, and without any word on the street to inform him, he had no idea he was being watched.&nbsp; The Shadows skillfully manipulated events for the young vagabond to participate in.&nbsp; They magically disguised one of their own to match Hannibal's appearance, and started a fight in a tavern not far from where the boy slept.&nbsp; The magical alter ego fled, soon fading into the shadows, leaving those enraged tavern-goers chasing after him to stumble over Hannibal's sleeping form.&nbsp; The ensuing fight was quick and bloody, and the two men lay dead within the alleyway, their throats slit.&nbsp; Another test came in the form of an attack by wererats, creatures who's cursed presence fouled the city's sewers and outer wharfs.&nbsp; He survived that test, too, though he was infected with lycanthropy.<br><br>Fearing for his survival, he sought the aid of an old gypsy woman who had tended his wounds in the past.&nbsp; She made him drink a foul-smelling concoction, and as the vile stuff coursed through his body, the Shadows came, paid the old hag a king's ransom in gold, and took their half asleep initiate away to their guild house.<br><br>He awoke the next day, shackled to a wall in a dungeon both dark and cold.&nbsp; He shivered violently, and no matter how he pulled on the thick chains, they wouldn't give.&nbsp; Rage filled him, but rather than let it take hold, he forced himself to relax and focus on his surroundings.&nbsp; As he calmed, and his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he saw a small sliver of bone laying next to his foot.&nbsp; He grinned, and quickly wriggled out of his boot, using his toes to lift the shard to his fingers.&nbsp; Once he had a grip on it, he quickly maneuvered the sliver of bone to pick the locks of his shackles, as well as the door to his cell.<br><br>He killed two guards during his escape, and as freedom was only feet away, he was stopped cold in his tracks by hands made of shadow.&nbsp; They pulled him into the darkness, kicking and screaming, and it was only when sound faded away to a dull roar that he realized he was no longer held fast.&nbsp; He turned, seeing those who had taken him, and realized that they were men, just like he.&nbsp; They began to explain themselves, who they were, and just what it was they sought...him.<br><br>His training began in earnest, from swordplay to the secrets of shadow magic that all the guild members used.&nbsp; They were primarilly an assassin's guild, he learned, and as such, he was tutored in the proper use of poison, garrotes, and daggers.&nbsp; He was tested time and again, facing foes that no mortal man should ever have to face, and each time, he was made harder, deadlier, and his will to survive became an iron bound need to succeed.<br><br>It wasn't long before he was a ranking member of the Shadows, and sent out on his own.&nbsp; He was a man now, trained in the deadliest of arts, and one who could call upon the shadows themselves to aid him.&nbsp; He was a free agent, accepting contracts on an at-will basis, and those that benefited the Shadows.&nbsp; On the cusp of turning thirty, he was a man of confidence and self assurance, a killer who had never been bested, and a man who's name inspired fear in the hearts of any who heard it.&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps it was his own arrogance that brought about his downfall.<br><br>He had heard of dark elves, or drow as they were known, and of their lethal prowess as fighters and killers.&nbsp; He had always scoffed at such tales, knowing how his own reputation was often exaggerated to ridiculous proportions.&nbsp; Hannibal knew what a warrior was, and how even the strongest of men could be laid low by a precise strike.&nbsp; A small wound could be the difference between life and death, and in his dark heart, he was certain that should he ever face one of these drow, he would prove himself victorious.&nbsp; <br><br>His wish was granted two night later.&nbsp; He had been traveling alone, returning home from a contract that took him to the keep of a neighboring nobleman who had been rousing the local authorities to seek out and arrest any Shadows they could find.&nbsp; The nobleman had been dealth with, quickly and quietly, and Hannibal knew it would be morning before anyone discovered he was dead.&nbsp; He would ride the night through, returning to his own city by dawn, and none would be the wiser.<br><br>Or so he thought.&nbsp; Apparently the nobleman had affiliations with rather extraordinary contacts, not the least of which were among the dark elves themselves.&nbsp; It was only later that he learned that the nobleman's estate did extensive trading with a dark elf kingdom, smuggling in rare and exotic narcotics to distribute across the land.&nbsp; The dark elves weren't happy at the loss of such a powerful figure who could quite literally ensure their trade route was uninterrupted, and they sent their own assassin to take care of the fool that murdered their lucrative business partner.<br><br>The attack came in an open field, under the light of the moon.&nbsp; Hannibal had found himself surrounded by a globe of impenetrable darkness, and he instantly rolled off his horse.&nbsp; He was grateful he had a moment later when he heard the horse cry out in alarm as something struck it, and it fell to the side, slumping to the ground as it died.&nbsp; He rolled from the darkness to face his foe, and his eyes went wide as he realized it was a dark elf that was trying to kill him.&nbsp; The drow smiled, seeing the sudden realization of fear, and attacked.&nbsp; <br><br>The battle was long and arduous, both combatants struggling, but unable to find, weak spots in their rival's fighting style.&nbsp; A kind of respect formed in that realization, but it wasn't enough to keep them from trying to kill each other.&nbsp; Both pressed harder and faster, their attacks becoming more lethal, the sound of their clashing blades forming a cacophonous symphony of clashing steel and grunts of exertion.&nbsp; Both scored minor hits, not enough to kill, but enough to tire them both as the battle raged on.&nbsp; Then, the drow came on hard and fast, bringing in both blades at angles that Hannibal couldn't hope to deflect, and the dark elf smiled, seeing the end coming.<br><br>But instead of parrying them, Hannibal accepted the hits, moving into his opponent's range as he did so.&nbsp; One blow struck him in the chest, the blade pushing past his armor and within inches of his heart.&nbsp; The other merely scored a minor wound on his thigh.&nbsp; Despite the crushing pain of the chest wound, Hannibal lashed out with his own blade, shoving it up and through the drow's neck and into his brain, killing him instantly.&nbsp; The dark elf fell to the ground dead, and Hannibal collapsed, sure he would soon follow.<br>But fate intervened.&nbsp; A traveling patrol of guardsmen, having found their murdered nobleman, came upon the scene of the battle, and quickly concluded that it had to have been the dark elf who had murdered their lord.&nbsp; It was of no consequence that this strange man was in the area, one garbed in black armor and a long, dark cloak.&nbsp; They decided he had fought the dark elf for his own reasons, and had won, though he was dying.&nbsp; They forced healing potion after healing potion down his throat, the stuff healing his wounds and bringing him back to consciousness.&nbsp; They thanked him for dealing with the nobleman's assassin, and offered to escort him back to their deceased lord's keep to properly reward him for the service he had performed.&nbsp; He declined, acting every part the humble hero, and left them staring admirably at his back as he walked off into the countryside.&nbsp; <br><br>Since then, he has been obsessed with learning more about dark elves, though he is wise to keep his tongue silent to those who might use the need for information against him.&nbsp; The Shadows of Tamaline, surprisingly enough, knew very little about the drow or their ways, though they were impressed with his story.&nbsp; Not many who fought a dark elf lived to tell the tale.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br>To those who don't know him, he is cold and aloof, uncaring for concerns not his own.&nbsp; To those who know him, he isn't much better.&nbsp; His most recent obsession has only made him more reclusive, though he still makes regular intervals with his contacts.&nbsp; He hasn't accepted a contract since his battle with the dark elf...it wasn't out of any doubt over his abilities.&nbsp; Rather, he found that any contract, no matter how potentially lethal, paled in comparison to the challenge of finding, and facing, another dark elf.&nbsp; He was certain that if he learned their secrets, knew everything about them and their ways, he would be the most dangerous man in all the realms.&nbsp; No one could beat him then, no one would even dare. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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