Post by Adras Doomstorm on Oct 12, 2009 16:57:31 GMT -5
Name: Adras 'Doomstorm' Gurgon
Age: 401
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer - vampire
Birth Sign: The Warrior
Hair Color/Style: Bright white / long, past waist
Eye color: Red
Skin Tone: Pale
Guild/Faction Part of: Sheogorath
Likes:
~Blood
~Fighting
~Blood
~Feeding
~Blood
~Screams of Pain
~Blood
Dislikes
~Children
~A 'hero' of any sorts
~Peace
~Most living things
~Bright colors
Turn Ons:
~Blood
~Resistance
~Broken Will
Turn Offs:
~Hope
~Compassion
~Poor Style (fighting, looks, language, etc.)
Nervous Habits:
~Swinging his sword
~Attacking
~Quiet threats
Girl/Boyfriend:
None
Friends:
None
Rivals:
No specifics
Fears:
-Sunlight
-Holy Objects
-Immortal Nothingness
-Stuck in Oblivion
Job:
Free Range Mercenary
Weapon/s:
Thanatos - Adras' custom made saber, which is much larger than a normal sword of it's class, is made of a mysterious black metal, or so rumors go about. The blade is enchanted with the magic to shock his opponents. Of course the charge won't last forever, so that's where the razor sharp edge comes in. Some have nicknamed his blade 'Sword Breaker', as his tremendous power has broken more than it's fair share of weapons in his travels across the lands. (See image)
Powers:
~Blade - Master
~Block - Expert
~Hand to Hand - Expert
~Sneak - Master
~Security - Expert
~Vampirism
Weaknesses:
-Sunlight
-Fire
-Normal People's Reasoning
-Vampirism
Appearance:
The pale high elf covers himself in nothing but black. Of course there's the exception of his reddish-brown belt that holds Thanatos' scabbard, but that's a technicality. No shirt actually touches his chest, but he does wear a type of cloak that covers his arms, and flows usually in an ominous fashion. His legs are covered by baggy pants, sometimes confused for a skirt as it flows together. Dark leather boots cover his feet, though these remain hidden under his odd pair of pants. Finally, he wears a long bandanna around his pale skin and whiter hair. It should also be noted that one can almost feel the magic of his clothes radiate off in waves as they move without a sound. (Bonus to Sneak)
Personality:
Adras is a cold individual, a crazy one at that. When one talks to him, they don't find the conversation to be anything but confusing. The vampire would ramble on about things only the Demented or Manic could comprehend. Speaking in riddles is how the Altmer runs, letting the listener decipher the code, if they can figure it out. The vampire also never seems to speak with an inflection of emotion in his voice, giving his mad talk a dull monotone as he drulls on.
Father: Rosevenir Gurgon
Mother: Rehna Gurgon
Sibling/s: Ahme Gurgon
History/Past:
Long, long ago, Adras was nothing but a simple solider, serving for the city guard in Anvil. He hates to boast, but he was actually the captain of the guard at the time. He and his wife lived quite well in the city, his pay keeping them and their daughter with more than enough room to live. Sure, he had to spend some nights out on watch or slept in the barracks, but besides that, was always with his family. He loved them so... But then his daughter got sick, and soon his wife. It was a new disease with no cure in sight. In frustration, the Altmer went to the extreme of praying to the Deadra Princes, pleading for help.
And so it came in the form of Sheogorath.
The Deadric Lord stood before the Altmer, who stood tall, ready for any challenge that may be thrown at him to save his family. The two had a short chat, Sheogorath bringing his favorite ale with him. They sat and talked, the conversation going something like this.
"So, lad, I hear ya be wanting to wager anything you have for the suffering of your family to be cured. Is that right?" Sheogorath asked, sipping his ale, an eye studying the elf constantly. "Yes," Was the short reply, as he stared the demi-god down. There was a tense moment of silence, before the deadra slammed his fist on the table and grinned. "Well then, you'll have it! But I'm sure you didn't expect me to give ya that without a price, did ya?" This actually made Adras smirk. "No, of course not. That wouldn't make sense, would it?" This made Sheogorath cackling before becoming deathly serious. "Your family shall be eased of their pains, as will you. Our little game will go like this: I'll hide this," He held up a small figurine of a solider, oddly resembling Adras, "Somewhere in this town. I'll give ya one year to find it. I'm sure ya will, but then ya gotta keep track of it for that year. Place it somewhere safe." The elf had to hide his smirk, thinking that the mad god wasn't quite as mad as he was to be. "Fine, My Lord. I'll play your game." With a final cackle, Sheogorath was gone.
Thinking the challenge to be too easy, as he knew every inch of Anvil, the Altmer went to sleep, determined to find it in the morning. Waking up, he went to visit his wife and daughter, telling them they would be better soon, a sure smile on his face. Then off he went to perform his duties early that day and begin his search for the item that would bring his family peace. Though, upon arriving at the castle, he was told that he would be needed for an investigation today, as someone was murdered brutally in the night. Thinking nothing of it, he went to the house, already planning on how he would divide the city up and search for his treasure. But when he got to the house, he stopped, half his guard armed to the teeth and waiting for him. On the walls, written in blood was
Adras did this!
The body lay at the end of the message, lifeless. So he was taken away, no one noticing the old man with the cane and purple attire follow them to the door and watch them go. Turning, he picked up the figurine off the table, seeing as the stupid elf hadn't quite had the time to spy the relic. No matter. He would.
He was sentenced for life in jail, which sent him into a frenzy, trying to free himself, unable to explain the bargain he made, only seemed to be an enraged old guard captain. In his cell, he lay, crumpled and broken, his doorway facing the table the guards sat at when interrogating prisoners. He had been this way for an entire year, knowing he had failed. Looking up at the sound of clapping, he saw the accursed Daedra before him, applauding!? For what?! "Congratulations, my friend! You have seemed to change the rules of the game," The old looking being said, laying the prized figurine on the table. Wide eyed, he ran to his bars, clawing futilely at the wooden carving, calling for the guards to come and help him. "Don't bother, lad. They won't come. You know how the guards never come to the inmates screaming." Chuckling, he watched as for ten more minutes this went on, before sharply cutting the man off by rapping him with his cane. "Now listen here, Adras," He said in a hushed tone, but one full of power, "Your family will still be relieved of their pain and suffering, as you will give me want I wanted from the beginning. I just hope you don't mind living forever." With that, Sheogorath disappeared, a dark cloaked figure behind him no revealed.
Scared, Adras backed away, but that did no good as the sickly pale hand held a key to his cell loftily in it's hand, swinging it gently back and forth. A grin and fangs appeared underneath the hood. More screams of terror escaped Adras as the vampire ascended upon him, biting his neck and disappearing before he passed out from the pain. The when rounds came, they saw that, for some reason, Adras had died. No wounds (that they were aware of) were on his body, and pronounced him dead. They buried his body quietly, next to the plot of his wife and daughter. Four days later, in the middle of the night, Adras awoke, feeling panicked in the small space. Bursting from his prison with ease, thanks to his new found powers, he emerged on the surface, faced with his wife and daughter's tombstones. Horrified, he fled.
In the cave he found, he held himself, rocking back and forth, holding onto the object he had in the casket with him: The wooden figurine. At this point, Sheogorath returned, smiling at the broken man, twisted from what made sense and what was fair. "Now, my beloved follower, what shall you do now?" The rocking stopped as the pale elf looked up at his god, eyes glowing in the darkness. "... I will live in madness," Was his simple, monotone reply. The answer pleased Sheogorath and was gone at the end of the echoing of the last words. Standing, Adras looked at his empty hand, then at the one holding the odd statue. Without a second thought, he tossed it aside, leaving to start his life anew, but from the prospective that Sheogorath wanted him to.
RP Sample:
The ring of metal on bone was clear in the open field, the moon shining down brightly on the two combatants, a slim sword wielder and a large Deadroth. The monster roared in fury as Adras danced away, pulling Thanatos with him, freeing it from the beast's body, leaving a nasty gash in it's scaled body. Spinning in the air, Adras flourished his blade with a single hand, the creature's blood flying off and keeping the blade clean once more. As much as he loved blood, Adras hated deadric much more. A smile played across his pale lips as he saw the beast pause to inspect the damage done to it. Raising it's head, the monster growled something fierce at the Altmer, before charging with another roar of anger.
"Come now," Adras said, the smile not breaking but his voice a steady tone as he leapt to the side, dirt flying from the ground where the deadroth scarred the earth he once stood. Grasping Thanatos firmly in both hands, he pushed forward with great force, ending the evil being's life. Placing his dark boot on the side of the felled beast's head, he removed his weapon, finishing with "If you want to kill me, you'll have to try harder than that. An oyster never gives up it's prized possession without a fight. Silly beastie..." Adras cooed, wiping the fresh crimson off his sword and onto the scales of the monster.
What concerned the vampire was not that these beast attacked him, oh no. It actually made his night! Was rather boring with all of that walking and only seeing deer and a bear. Another smile spread across the pale cheeks as he remembered leaving a rusted iron longsword he found in a nearby cave within the animal. The next person to try and scavenge it would be so confused! But so Sheogorath commanded, so he did. But back to the main point of his thought. What bothered him was that either a powerful summoner of deadra was nearby, or more and more Gates were opening with each passing moon. On the bright side, Adras would be able to kill more things. So, all in all, if the world was to end, Adras would be fine fighting to his last breath, literally.
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