Post by Master Nationis on Oct 11, 2009 11:19:07 GMT -5
Name: Iugo Nationis
Age: 443
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer - Lich
BirthSign: The Mage
Hair Color/Style: Long, stark white hair. Wild and flows past the shoulders.
Eye color: Glowing Red
Skin Tone: Dark Gray
Guild/Facion Part of: Dark Brother Hood - Executioner
Likes:
~Necromancy
~Skeletons
~Successful missions
~New discoveries in magic
~Daedras
Dislikes
~Discriminated for his looks
~Discriminated for his practice
~Fruit
~Threats
Turn Ons:
None
Turn Offs:
None
Nervous Habits:
~Muttering to himself
~Playing with dead things
~Playing with his bones
Girl/Boyfriend:
None
Friends:
Lucien LaChance, most DBH members
Rivals:
None yet
Fears:
~Being 'Purged' from the DBH
~Being purged as a lich
~Priests & other holy figures
Job:
Dark Brother Hood Necromancer - Skingrad
Weapon/s:
Sword of the Cursed - (
)
A katana empowered with magicka. It slowly drains the life and soul of the victim it slashes, more and more for each drop of blood. This in turn makes the blade stronger, at least until the blood dries. (Drain Health)
Death Wing - (See image below)
Iugo's favorite toy. He claims it is not magical, though it does have the ability to drain the very soul of an enemy, if they die by it's edge. And people wonder how he has so many soul gems... (Drain Soul)
Powers:
~Conjuration - skeleton (all sorts), zombies, imp, scamp, astronach (rarely)
~Destruction - fireballs, ice balls, lightning (medium strength)
~Illusion - Strong Chameleon & Short Invisibility
~Mysticism - Night Vision
~Scythe Expert
~Blade Expert
~Aylied Knowledge
~Non-Evil Lich
~Daedra Magic
Weaknesses:
~Fire
~Holy magic
~Dead things (Somewhat of an obsession)
~Greed
~Little defense
Appearance:
The most common attire you'll see Iugo in is a dark robe, covering him from head to toe. Even within the walls of the Sanctuary he prefers to keep his lich identity on the down low. Thus, most do not know if his true nature. The robe flows longer than his body, sweeping behind him as he walks. The hood covers his entire face, leaving only his glowing red eyes to give him away as something other than a regular dark elf. It should be noted that his entire outfit gives him ten bonus to speech craft for intimidation.
On occasion, for those that know of the lich and his true nature of things, will find him in his dark corner wearing only a simple peasants outfit. Sack cloth shirt and pants, and no shoes. Iugo doesn't like shoes anyways. You wouldn't catch him alive with shoes on, unless they were absolutely needed.
Personality:
Most would double take when it's revealed that this chap is a necromancer. A lich, no less. Iugo is rather friendly, actually going out of his way to meet the newest members of the guild when he can. Sure, his reasons are to spread his own personal network within the guild to stay updated as much as possible, but what can friends do to hurt you? Not like they could kill him. Easily...
But if Iugo becomes offended, it's usually met with a glare as cold as ice and, possibly, a magicka just as cold. Iugo, though he may not be as high ranked as some in the guild, demands respect, merely because he has much more power than most. He just doesn't try very hard and given few missions. But unless Iugo's pissed off, he's a rather nice fellow to talk about the weather with.
Father: Marth Nationis
Mother: Claudia Nationis
Sibling/s: Uninaga Nationis
History/Past:
A long, long time ago... There was a dunmer. His name was Iugo Nationis. The boy was happy growing up in Vvardenfell, knowing his loving parents and the joy of what he thought life was all about. But one day, while venturing in a cave in his youth, the boy stumbled upon a necromancer. The dead body before them began moving, rising up on it's own will. That means... Could he prevent his parents from dying as well? The necromancer, caught off guard, almost killed the boy then and there. The only thing that stopped the murderous man was the plea from the boy, yearning to learn how to raise the dead.
And so Iugo became a necromancer.
Years went by, the two meeting every night in the cave, perfecting Iugo's abilities, and Iugo running errands the necromancer couldn't in daylight. Day after day, year after year. And, as expected, his parents grew old and ill, near death. The necromancer helped prepare the boy for the revival of his parents after the night of their passing. It would be his first try, which, in retrospect, wasn't a good idea. And so his parent's corpses lay before them in the cave, Iugo donned in robes far to large for him, but still a gift from his master. Raising his hands and speaking the dweomer, the bodies became infused with magicka. But it went horrible wrong. The skin melted and rotted before their eyes, turning his beloved parents into mindless zombies, screaming at their new bodies. Iugo, filled rage, did what he thought would be right.
All three of them died that night, two out of mercy, and one out of hate.
So Iugo went on, finding another master of necromancer, learning the ways until he came upon the secret of becoming a lich. His new master, already well on his way, taught him the secret and many other new spells and lessons that the boy hadn't even imagined. This man he left with a happy heart. A happy heart that had decayed and rotted away, as the boy entered a dunmer, but left a lich.
But of course, in his ventures to achieve this rank and improve his skills, he had killed. And killed. The Dark Brotherhood was onto him, not to kill him, no! To enroll him. His kills had been subtle and quiet, but still flawless compared to the average murder. LaChance visited the cave he dwelt in one night, extending the offer to join the guild of assassins. He was promised many body to toy with. Of course he accepted, eager to begin his new life in a place where people enjoyed death almost as much as he.
RP Sample:
"Oh dear," Iugo said quietly, a bone hand clasping his scythe, the other holding his hidden chin. The lich peered in the dark, eyes glowing with two sorts of magicka. The first was his regular glowing eyes, which were now purple in this dark hole of a cave. The second was the night vision spell he had casted, allowing him to see the poor Breton's face as he held the stump of his missing arm. "Seems that today isn't your day, Mr. Huther." The mark had been placed on this man, and Iugo hadn't been out in a while... So he gladly accepted this mission.
What had the man done? What crime had he committed that would require the lich to let this man die slowly and painfully? What sin could possibly cause this much suffering? Hell if Iugo knew. It was just his job to do what he was told. This was just the bonus, allowing him to bleed to death, drain him of his blood, and return with only the torso of the body. A few more septims in his pouch wouldn't hur--
"GAAAHHH!"
Well, wouldn't hurt Iugo.
"Come on now, Mr. Huther. You've been screaming for a few hours now. Why not give up? I have other affairs I could be pursuing right now. But you just refuse to die. I'll end your suffering now. Night, Mr. Huther!" Raising the scythe with one hand, the other skeleton-like hand still holding his skeleton-like chin in place as he finished off the man. The scythe glowed for a moment, before the soul of Huther flowed from his body, circled the blade, then disappeared into the pouch hidden beneath the robes and into one of his Black Soul Gems. Without skipping ab eat, he made the final preperations, making sure that the bonus would be his, before leaving the cave, bodies strewn about all over the place from when he entered.
And not a single one knew what hit them.
Image/s:
Age: 443
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer - Lich
BirthSign: The Mage
Hair Color/Style: Long, stark white hair. Wild and flows past the shoulders.
Eye color: Glowing Red
Skin Tone: Dark Gray
Guild/Facion Part of: Dark Brother Hood - Executioner
Likes:
~Necromancy
~Skeletons
~Successful missions
~New discoveries in magic
~Daedras
Dislikes
~Discriminated for his looks
~Discriminated for his practice
~Fruit
~Threats
Turn Ons:
None
Turn Offs:
None
Nervous Habits:
~Muttering to himself
~Playing with dead things
~Playing with his bones
Girl/Boyfriend:
None
Friends:
Lucien LaChance, most DBH members
Rivals:
None yet
Fears:
~Being 'Purged' from the DBH
~Being purged as a lich
~Priests & other holy figures
Job:
Dark Brother Hood Necromancer - Skingrad
Weapon/s:
Sword of the Cursed - (
)A katana empowered with magicka. It slowly drains the life and soul of the victim it slashes, more and more for each drop of blood. This in turn makes the blade stronger, at least until the blood dries. (Drain Health)
Death Wing - (See image below)
Iugo's favorite toy. He claims it is not magical, though it does have the ability to drain the very soul of an enemy, if they die by it's edge. And people wonder how he has so many soul gems... (Drain Soul)
Powers:
~Conjuration - skeleton (all sorts), zombies, imp, scamp, astronach (rarely)
~Destruction - fireballs, ice balls, lightning (medium strength)
~Illusion - Strong Chameleon & Short Invisibility
~Mysticism - Night Vision
~Scythe Expert
~Blade Expert
~Aylied Knowledge
~Non-Evil Lich
~Daedra Magic
Weaknesses:
~Fire
~Holy magic
~Dead things (Somewhat of an obsession)
~Greed
~Little defense
Appearance:
The most common attire you'll see Iugo in is a dark robe, covering him from head to toe. Even within the walls of the Sanctuary he prefers to keep his lich identity on the down low. Thus, most do not know if his true nature. The robe flows longer than his body, sweeping behind him as he walks. The hood covers his entire face, leaving only his glowing red eyes to give him away as something other than a regular dark elf. It should be noted that his entire outfit gives him ten bonus to speech craft for intimidation.
On occasion, for those that know of the lich and his true nature of things, will find him in his dark corner wearing only a simple peasants outfit. Sack cloth shirt and pants, and no shoes. Iugo doesn't like shoes anyways. You wouldn't catch him alive with shoes on, unless they were absolutely needed.
Personality:
Most would double take when it's revealed that this chap is a necromancer. A lich, no less. Iugo is rather friendly, actually going out of his way to meet the newest members of the guild when he can. Sure, his reasons are to spread his own personal network within the guild to stay updated as much as possible, but what can friends do to hurt you? Not like they could kill him. Easily...
But if Iugo becomes offended, it's usually met with a glare as cold as ice and, possibly, a magicka just as cold. Iugo, though he may not be as high ranked as some in the guild, demands respect, merely because he has much more power than most. He just doesn't try very hard and given few missions. But unless Iugo's pissed off, he's a rather nice fellow to talk about the weather with.
Father: Marth Nationis
Mother: Claudia Nationis
Sibling/s: Uninaga Nationis
History/Past:
A long, long time ago... There was a dunmer. His name was Iugo Nationis. The boy was happy growing up in Vvardenfell, knowing his loving parents and the joy of what he thought life was all about. But one day, while venturing in a cave in his youth, the boy stumbled upon a necromancer. The dead body before them began moving, rising up on it's own will. That means... Could he prevent his parents from dying as well? The necromancer, caught off guard, almost killed the boy then and there. The only thing that stopped the murderous man was the plea from the boy, yearning to learn how to raise the dead.
And so Iugo became a necromancer.
Years went by, the two meeting every night in the cave, perfecting Iugo's abilities, and Iugo running errands the necromancer couldn't in daylight. Day after day, year after year. And, as expected, his parents grew old and ill, near death. The necromancer helped prepare the boy for the revival of his parents after the night of their passing. It would be his first try, which, in retrospect, wasn't a good idea. And so his parent's corpses lay before them in the cave, Iugo donned in robes far to large for him, but still a gift from his master. Raising his hands and speaking the dweomer, the bodies became infused with magicka. But it went horrible wrong. The skin melted and rotted before their eyes, turning his beloved parents into mindless zombies, screaming at their new bodies. Iugo, filled rage, did what he thought would be right.
All three of them died that night, two out of mercy, and one out of hate.
So Iugo went on, finding another master of necromancer, learning the ways until he came upon the secret of becoming a lich. His new master, already well on his way, taught him the secret and many other new spells and lessons that the boy hadn't even imagined. This man he left with a happy heart. A happy heart that had decayed and rotted away, as the boy entered a dunmer, but left a lich.
But of course, in his ventures to achieve this rank and improve his skills, he had killed. And killed. The Dark Brotherhood was onto him, not to kill him, no! To enroll him. His kills had been subtle and quiet, but still flawless compared to the average murder. LaChance visited the cave he dwelt in one night, extending the offer to join the guild of assassins. He was promised many body to toy with. Of course he accepted, eager to begin his new life in a place where people enjoyed death almost as much as he.
RP Sample:
"Oh dear," Iugo said quietly, a bone hand clasping his scythe, the other holding his hidden chin. The lich peered in the dark, eyes glowing with two sorts of magicka. The first was his regular glowing eyes, which were now purple in this dark hole of a cave. The second was the night vision spell he had casted, allowing him to see the poor Breton's face as he held the stump of his missing arm. "Seems that today isn't your day, Mr. Huther." The mark had been placed on this man, and Iugo hadn't been out in a while... So he gladly accepted this mission.
What had the man done? What crime had he committed that would require the lich to let this man die slowly and painfully? What sin could possibly cause this much suffering? Hell if Iugo knew. It was just his job to do what he was told. This was just the bonus, allowing him to bleed to death, drain him of his blood, and return with only the torso of the body. A few more septims in his pouch wouldn't hur--
"GAAAHHH!"
Well, wouldn't hurt Iugo.
"Come on now, Mr. Huther. You've been screaming for a few hours now. Why not give up? I have other affairs I could be pursuing right now. But you just refuse to die. I'll end your suffering now. Night, Mr. Huther!" Raising the scythe with one hand, the other skeleton-like hand still holding his skeleton-like chin in place as he finished off the man. The scythe glowed for a moment, before the soul of Huther flowed from his body, circled the blade, then disappeared into the pouch hidden beneath the robes and into one of his Black Soul Gems. Without skipping ab eat, he made the final preperations, making sure that the bonus would be his, before leaving the cave, bodies strewn about all over the place from when he entered.
And not a single one knew what hit them.
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