Post by BadWolf on Aug 3, 2008 22:18:12 GMT -5
Name: Koryn
Gender: male
Race: human, halfbreed
Corner Preference: no preference
Age: 536 yrs
Description: tall: 6’2”, with broad shoulders, muscular arms, and well toned chest, arms, stomach, and legs. He is physically fit with strong muscle definition and a powerful stance. His hair is long and black, hanging just below his shoulder line; it is mildly curled and is often strung back in a low pony tail. A dark shadow hovers around his jaw line; creating a brisk, whiskered, older appearance—though his facial features and body structure show that of a man in his late twenties. Clear, light, crystal blue eyes glimmer from beneath his dark brows, but they are hard and cold and the warmth has left them over the years.
Personality: Koryn has a very violent nature. He’s volatile, unpredictable, and not good within crowded situations. But he is a bottled soul, and everything about him is locked away. His aggression is a dark cloud that hovers over his cold, ominous stance. He always appears calm, level-headed, and clear-minded. But sometimes, when he is not on a job he is known to snap—often reacting in a violent and physical manner when annoyed by mockery, games, or the stupidity of those around him. He does not like to be touched, and alluring women revile him—make him feel wretched and bring up memories of her. Because of this repulsion, he has a low tolerance for a wench’s games, and he does not like to be toyed with. With no compassion towards others, he does not censor his words, but rather lets the truth bite with a callous viciousness.
He can better control himself when he’s at a place for a purpose. Deadly and cold, he seems to almost disappear inside himself whenever he’s reached the end of a hunt—when he’s finally caught up with his quarry, he sinks… becomes the messenger of death—his livelihood upon the tip of a sword.
For, Koryn was a product of violence long ago, and his need for revenge breeds hate within his heart.
Skills: he is a master weapons-man—carrying a variety of deadly objects including a couple favored sword styles and several different knives, of which include: a single-handed, arming broadsword; a long, thin, mildly curved cutlass scimitar (a favorite of his); a two-handed longsword; a set of 6 small steel kunai throwing needles; a short, jagged edge fighting blade; two simple, thin, hidden hand knives; one curved, barbed knife (another of his favorites for its exiting effect); and a yew longbow with 30” shaft arrows.
He wraps his weapons with hard leather to protect the steel from the elements. Linens are then used to further protect the hilt and leather wrapping. The arming sword and longsword are usually kept out of sight, packed upon his mule for safe keeping.
The knives, however, he keeps on his person.
The barbed knife he displays openly beneath his cloak, as well as the short jagged blade, though it goes as no surprise that a journeyman might wear such weapons—or tools—openly. Yet, more secretly, he wears a hidden knife strapped around his wrist, and one folded carefully within the shin of his boot. The throwing needles hide within specially designed slits along the inner lining of his hooded cloak.
The cutlass he leaves strapped behind the saddle on his riding horse, of which he is also a confident and aggressive rider. Occasionally, he does travel with the light cutlass on his belt while on the ground, but otherwise he tries to remain as inconspicuous as possible and leaves it strung across the back of his horse along with his provisions.
The horse he rides is a ten year old, black Friesian stallion, a strong able breed. The horse, called Trident is an agile beast by nature, carrying the grace and versatility of its breed as well as the strength and power necessary to travel long distances and face dangers on the road. It’s dominant and aggressive nature is put to good use when dangers arise while traveling and on business.
Overall, he is a skilled and versatile fighter who knows how to handle himself in a multitude of situations.
Magic: Koryn has no innate, specific magic of his own. He cannot move mountains, create fire, control water, or understand the wind. Instead, he is a thief. The magic that makes up his soul is a possessive magic. Upon being brushed with a magical force, he has the ability to lock onto that magical entity like a fisherman snagging a fish upon his hook, and pull it away, redirect it, or even lock it away in an object.
In lamest terms, he can bind a magical element into an item… leaving it accessible to only those who possess the item—such as a necklace or ring. When such an act is committed the original magic user LOSES a portion of their abilities; dependent on the situation, they could lose only a little, or most if not all of their power.
However, it is not a simple process—this ability to steal another person’s magic and lock it away comes with rules.
Koryn’s magical perceptiveness must come into contact with the other force in order to snag it, and he cannot spread out and search on his own. The magic must come to him. This usually occurs when he is attacked under some magical proportions or when magic is used against him to obtain some sort of desired effect such as probing.
Therefore, any magical intrusion into his mind or against his body is susceptible to his grasp.
When it comes to physical attacks, he MUST have an outlet to redirect the power. It is one of the reasons he carries an empty pendent in case of surprises.
Now the items, themselves, are very important. Enchanted items will absorb any attacks that are related to the elements that they original hold. However, there is always a limit and if an item absorbs more power than it can hold then it will shatter.
When broken, the power locked within an item will immediately diffuse into the nearest receptacle—people or other animals. Released elements have a tendency to draw first towards elements of the same; therefore people who share that element will be the most impacted after an item has shattered. For example, if an individual with fire manipulation is nearby when a fire pendent is shattered, then they will be one of the first individuals to absorb that new power.
In the case of the victim of Koryn’s unique ability, they will no longer possess the proportions of their power that he has stolen. They might, however, regain their power if the object is shattered within their vicinity, in which case the magical element will immediately return to its original host.
Sample Post:
I am so tired of immortality—watching as the world whistles by, and the years tick on slowly… endlessly.
To live forever—a dream when one is young, but now I wish only that I could feel the relief of death. And yet my pride will not allow me to defeat myself.
And so I live on, endlessly pawing about this desolate world, traveling from place to place making my wares and living on an empty reputation. Looked at like a vagrant, and a dark shadow, they do not understand, and I don’t care to help them see. Bad men can be complex.
I am surely complex. More complex than I would often times prefer, but I cannot dwell on my own faults. They are hindering, and bring back old memories of her—harmful memories of her.
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Whispers meandered through his mind as he spurred the black stallion beneath him forward. The large beast snorted indignantly, but obediently lowered its ebony pillars into the murky abyss below. The shallow river gurgled its annoyances at being disturbed, but the strong steed paid little mind to its complaints as he calmly lifted each feathered pedestal over the froth and onto the next sure step.
Behind him, gingerly trailed the mule—a lazy, stubborn beast, buckskin with stripes upon his knees and a dark stripe down its back. Its long ears flopped back and forth as it tiptoed across the stream, careful to balance the load that was strapped upon its back.
Koryn took grand care of his animals. Each bore a piece of his livelihood, and he would hardly be a journeyman without them. The mule carried some of his most powerful weapons—the longbow, the broadsword… as well as his canvas tent, his bed roll, and dry kindling and flint wrapped in leather binding to keep it dry. Behind his saddle on the stallion he tied the provisions and his personal effects, a satchel with his coin and food. He had enough resources to last him for another three days, but he did not like to stretch supplies thin, and thus he was crossing this river to head for Saverin. It was one of the larger crossings in Placid Reive, and the new spring rains were causing some of the ditches to swell and the currents to rise. But this shallow creak was wide enough to spread out the spring torrents and allow the threesome to meander safely across.
Upon reaching the bank, he pulled the black friesian to a halt and carefully looked over the mule. The stallion was an enduring fool, but the mule was growing tired and Koryn could see the way it hung its resting head.
It was time to pause.
Looking about him, he eyed the trees carefully, the forest ahead of him, and the river around and behind him. The embankment was tall enough to keep a rising tide at bay, and with the forest before him and the river behind him he felt reasonably secure. He was alert traveler, he did not fear the dark.
Dismounting, he unsaddled the stallion and pulled the bit from his mouth, allowing the stud to meander as he pleased upon the grassy bank. He’d had the horse from a colt, when buying young was easy and cheap, it would not wander far, and would always return. It was trustworthy if not occasionally rebellious. The mule however would wander and ignore—a devilishly clever beast, Koryn could not and would not trust him free graze, and thus after removing the travel harness, he promptly rigged the picket line, and securely tied the mule.
It gave a annoyed snort and soon lowered its grateful face down to the turf beneath it.
And thus, Koryn settled his animals, watered the mule, and laid out his camp. Preparing the small fire with his kindling, and then setting out to replace the wood he’d used with new timber. One was never guaranteed dried wood in the forest, so anything that could be found ahead of time was always saved and stored.
With night settling around him, and a crackling fire to dance within his eyes as he sat upon the grass, he leaned back on his hands, looking ponderously at the sky. The canvas tent remained rolled and secure, for the sky was clear and the many stars danced mightily in the sky above him.
There was a peace about it that he did not enjoy… knowing that after he was finished in Saverin… there was a man that had to die.
Status: FINISHED
Word Count: 1,903
Type: Statistics Post
Credit: post/character by me
Key Phrase: Wild Eyed Poodle
Gender: male
Race: human, halfbreed
Corner Preference: no preference
Age: 536 yrs
Description: tall: 6’2”, with broad shoulders, muscular arms, and well toned chest, arms, stomach, and legs. He is physically fit with strong muscle definition and a powerful stance. His hair is long and black, hanging just below his shoulder line; it is mildly curled and is often strung back in a low pony tail. A dark shadow hovers around his jaw line; creating a brisk, whiskered, older appearance—though his facial features and body structure show that of a man in his late twenties. Clear, light, crystal blue eyes glimmer from beneath his dark brows, but they are hard and cold and the warmth has left them over the years.
Personality: Koryn has a very violent nature. He’s volatile, unpredictable, and not good within crowded situations. But he is a bottled soul, and everything about him is locked away. His aggression is a dark cloud that hovers over his cold, ominous stance. He always appears calm, level-headed, and clear-minded. But sometimes, when he is not on a job he is known to snap—often reacting in a violent and physical manner when annoyed by mockery, games, or the stupidity of those around him. He does not like to be touched, and alluring women revile him—make him feel wretched and bring up memories of her. Because of this repulsion, he has a low tolerance for a wench’s games, and he does not like to be toyed with. With no compassion towards others, he does not censor his words, but rather lets the truth bite with a callous viciousness.
He can better control himself when he’s at a place for a purpose. Deadly and cold, he seems to almost disappear inside himself whenever he’s reached the end of a hunt—when he’s finally caught up with his quarry, he sinks… becomes the messenger of death—his livelihood upon the tip of a sword.
For, Koryn was a product of violence long ago, and his need for revenge breeds hate within his heart.
Skills: he is a master weapons-man—carrying a variety of deadly objects including a couple favored sword styles and several different knives, of which include: a single-handed, arming broadsword; a long, thin, mildly curved cutlass scimitar (a favorite of his); a two-handed longsword; a set of 6 small steel kunai throwing needles; a short, jagged edge fighting blade; two simple, thin, hidden hand knives; one curved, barbed knife (another of his favorites for its exiting effect); and a yew longbow with 30” shaft arrows.
He wraps his weapons with hard leather to protect the steel from the elements. Linens are then used to further protect the hilt and leather wrapping. The arming sword and longsword are usually kept out of sight, packed upon his mule for safe keeping.
The knives, however, he keeps on his person.
The barbed knife he displays openly beneath his cloak, as well as the short jagged blade, though it goes as no surprise that a journeyman might wear such weapons—or tools—openly. Yet, more secretly, he wears a hidden knife strapped around his wrist, and one folded carefully within the shin of his boot. The throwing needles hide within specially designed slits along the inner lining of his hooded cloak.
The cutlass he leaves strapped behind the saddle on his riding horse, of which he is also a confident and aggressive rider. Occasionally, he does travel with the light cutlass on his belt while on the ground, but otherwise he tries to remain as inconspicuous as possible and leaves it strung across the back of his horse along with his provisions.
The horse he rides is a ten year old, black Friesian stallion, a strong able breed. The horse, called Trident is an agile beast by nature, carrying the grace and versatility of its breed as well as the strength and power necessary to travel long distances and face dangers on the road. It’s dominant and aggressive nature is put to good use when dangers arise while traveling and on business.
Overall, he is a skilled and versatile fighter who knows how to handle himself in a multitude of situations.
Magic: Koryn has no innate, specific magic of his own. He cannot move mountains, create fire, control water, or understand the wind. Instead, he is a thief. The magic that makes up his soul is a possessive magic. Upon being brushed with a magical force, he has the ability to lock onto that magical entity like a fisherman snagging a fish upon his hook, and pull it away, redirect it, or even lock it away in an object.
In lamest terms, he can bind a magical element into an item… leaving it accessible to only those who possess the item—such as a necklace or ring. When such an act is committed the original magic user LOSES a portion of their abilities; dependent on the situation, they could lose only a little, or most if not all of their power.
However, it is not a simple process—this ability to steal another person’s magic and lock it away comes with rules.
Koryn’s magical perceptiveness must come into contact with the other force in order to snag it, and he cannot spread out and search on his own. The magic must come to him. This usually occurs when he is attacked under some magical proportions or when magic is used against him to obtain some sort of desired effect such as probing.
Therefore, any magical intrusion into his mind or against his body is susceptible to his grasp.
When it comes to physical attacks, he MUST have an outlet to redirect the power. It is one of the reasons he carries an empty pendent in case of surprises.
Now the items, themselves, are very important. Enchanted items will absorb any attacks that are related to the elements that they original hold. However, there is always a limit and if an item absorbs more power than it can hold then it will shatter.
When broken, the power locked within an item will immediately diffuse into the nearest receptacle—people or other animals. Released elements have a tendency to draw first towards elements of the same; therefore people who share that element will be the most impacted after an item has shattered. For example, if an individual with fire manipulation is nearby when a fire pendent is shattered, then they will be one of the first individuals to absorb that new power.
In the case of the victim of Koryn’s unique ability, they will no longer possess the proportions of their power that he has stolen. They might, however, regain their power if the object is shattered within their vicinity, in which case the magical element will immediately return to its original host.
Sample Post:
I am so tired of immortality—watching as the world whistles by, and the years tick on slowly… endlessly.
To live forever—a dream when one is young, but now I wish only that I could feel the relief of death. And yet my pride will not allow me to defeat myself.
And so I live on, endlessly pawing about this desolate world, traveling from place to place making my wares and living on an empty reputation. Looked at like a vagrant, and a dark shadow, they do not understand, and I don’t care to help them see. Bad men can be complex.
I am surely complex. More complex than I would often times prefer, but I cannot dwell on my own faults. They are hindering, and bring back old memories of her—harmful memories of her.
---------------------------------------------------------------
Whispers meandered through his mind as he spurred the black stallion beneath him forward. The large beast snorted indignantly, but obediently lowered its ebony pillars into the murky abyss below. The shallow river gurgled its annoyances at being disturbed, but the strong steed paid little mind to its complaints as he calmly lifted each feathered pedestal over the froth and onto the next sure step.
Behind him, gingerly trailed the mule—a lazy, stubborn beast, buckskin with stripes upon his knees and a dark stripe down its back. Its long ears flopped back and forth as it tiptoed across the stream, careful to balance the load that was strapped upon its back.
Koryn took grand care of his animals. Each bore a piece of his livelihood, and he would hardly be a journeyman without them. The mule carried some of his most powerful weapons—the longbow, the broadsword… as well as his canvas tent, his bed roll, and dry kindling and flint wrapped in leather binding to keep it dry. Behind his saddle on the stallion he tied the provisions and his personal effects, a satchel with his coin and food. He had enough resources to last him for another three days, but he did not like to stretch supplies thin, and thus he was crossing this river to head for Saverin. It was one of the larger crossings in Placid Reive, and the new spring rains were causing some of the ditches to swell and the currents to rise. But this shallow creak was wide enough to spread out the spring torrents and allow the threesome to meander safely across.
Upon reaching the bank, he pulled the black friesian to a halt and carefully looked over the mule. The stallion was an enduring fool, but the mule was growing tired and Koryn could see the way it hung its resting head.
It was time to pause.
Looking about him, he eyed the trees carefully, the forest ahead of him, and the river around and behind him. The embankment was tall enough to keep a rising tide at bay, and with the forest before him and the river behind him he felt reasonably secure. He was alert traveler, he did not fear the dark.
Dismounting, he unsaddled the stallion and pulled the bit from his mouth, allowing the stud to meander as he pleased upon the grassy bank. He’d had the horse from a colt, when buying young was easy and cheap, it would not wander far, and would always return. It was trustworthy if not occasionally rebellious. The mule however would wander and ignore—a devilishly clever beast, Koryn could not and would not trust him free graze, and thus after removing the travel harness, he promptly rigged the picket line, and securely tied the mule.
It gave a annoyed snort and soon lowered its grateful face down to the turf beneath it.
And thus, Koryn settled his animals, watered the mule, and laid out his camp. Preparing the small fire with his kindling, and then setting out to replace the wood he’d used with new timber. One was never guaranteed dried wood in the forest, so anything that could be found ahead of time was always saved and stored.
With night settling around him, and a crackling fire to dance within his eyes as he sat upon the grass, he leaned back on his hands, looking ponderously at the sky. The canvas tent remained rolled and secure, for the sky was clear and the many stars danced mightily in the sky above him.
There was a peace about it that he did not enjoy… knowing that after he was finished in Saverin… there was a man that had to die.
Status: FINISHED
Word Count: 1,903
Type: Statistics Post
Credit: post/character by me
Key Phrase: Wild Eyed Poodle
