Post by Morhir Orthuin on Jan 20, 2006 22:50:05 GMT -5
Name: Morhir Orthuin
Gender: Male
Age: Uknown (approx. 10,000 years)
Homeland:
Race: Wizard (Formerly K'hmari)
Rank:
Appearance: Very tall and relatively skinny, though the appearance of his body is always shrouded by heavy black, draping robes which are tattered at the bottom. His face is that of a very aged individual, twisted by darkness and malice.
Jewelry: He carry a staff of scorched oak that is black and unnaturally twisted.
Unusual marks (Scars/tattoos): Two broad black stripes that begin at the small of his back, stretching over his neck and head and down his face over his eyes, tapering to a point at his jaw.
Weapons: One longsword, one staff.
Pets: None.
Emblem, if any: Silver teardrop.
Personality: Misleading. He will be very kind and charming if he believes he can gain from a given situation, but otherwise he is very cold and cruel.
Likes: Toying with mortals, ruling, conquest.
Dislikes: Defeat, and all that is light and good.
Family: None still living.
History: One of the First Born, settled in what would later become the northernmost island of the world with his mother and father, the latter of whom was a member of King's royal court. He went to fight in one of the great battles with the Ilythiiri with his king, leaving his parents behind, and was lucky enough to survive the battle. Afterward he started to wander, his path taking him through many lands and finally to one of the Elven kingdoms he had not seen in so long. The splendour of that place struck him, and he settled there for some years before finally making a trip to his homeland in the north. There he discovered his parents had left for the West in his long sojourn, and went back to his new home saddened, and hardened.
He never lost his restless spirit however. He traveled wide, and one day while in the far east came upon two large leatherbound books. He took these books back to his home with him, and studied them, discovering that their pages held some secrets of the ability held by the Istar called magic. As time went by, this slightly greedy Elf began to see the potential of wielding this power, and eventually became corrupted and twisted by the dark forces of the world, so much so that all that is left today is a shadow of the proud Elf. His body, while not weakened, is withered and pale, almost gray in pallor, and his voice has become a low rumble, his laughter a cold cackle. He ever seeks more power through the use of the powers he has gained in his study of dark magic and energy.
Date you joined the site: (its in your profile) 1/20/2006
Trade on site: (or what you want to be) Ruler.
Meaning of name (if there is one): Master of Darkness, Raising Evil - In the Elven tongue.
Other:
Gender: Male
Age: Uknown (approx. 10,000 years)
Homeland:
Race: Wizard (Formerly K'hmari)
Rank:
Appearance: Very tall and relatively skinny, though the appearance of his body is always shrouded by heavy black, draping robes which are tattered at the bottom. His face is that of a very aged individual, twisted by darkness and malice.
Jewelry: He carry a staff of scorched oak that is black and unnaturally twisted.
Unusual marks (Scars/tattoos): Two broad black stripes that begin at the small of his back, stretching over his neck and head and down his face over his eyes, tapering to a point at his jaw.
Weapons: One longsword, one staff.
Pets: None.
Emblem, if any: Silver teardrop.
Personality: Misleading. He will be very kind and charming if he believes he can gain from a given situation, but otherwise he is very cold and cruel.
Likes: Toying with mortals, ruling, conquest.
Dislikes: Defeat, and all that is light and good.
Family: None still living.
History: One of the First Born, settled in what would later become the northernmost island of the world with his mother and father, the latter of whom was a member of King's royal court. He went to fight in one of the great battles with the Ilythiiri with his king, leaving his parents behind, and was lucky enough to survive the battle. Afterward he started to wander, his path taking him through many lands and finally to one of the Elven kingdoms he had not seen in so long. The splendour of that place struck him, and he settled there for some years before finally making a trip to his homeland in the north. There he discovered his parents had left for the West in his long sojourn, and went back to his new home saddened, and hardened.
He never lost his restless spirit however. He traveled wide, and one day while in the far east came upon two large leatherbound books. He took these books back to his home with him, and studied them, discovering that their pages held some secrets of the ability held by the Istar called magic. As time went by, this slightly greedy Elf began to see the potential of wielding this power, and eventually became corrupted and twisted by the dark forces of the world, so much so that all that is left today is a shadow of the proud Elf. His body, while not weakened, is withered and pale, almost gray in pallor, and his voice has become a low rumble, his laughter a cold cackle. He ever seeks more power through the use of the powers he has gained in his study of dark magic and energy.
Date you joined the site: (its in your profile) 1/20/2006
Trade on site: (or what you want to be) Ruler.
Meaning of name (if there is one): Master of Darkness, Raising Evil - In the Elven tongue.
Other:
Its great that you keep an eye out. 
