| Count Vierge D'Alessio; Evil evil undead man thing... | |
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----- (player information) Name: Vexx Age: 23 Sex: Mail how did you find us: Eeeek how would you like to be contacted: PM ----- ----- (Character) Name: Count Vierge D'Alessio Race: Human/Lich Kingdom: Myconia Class: Dragon Rider/Serpent Rider/Wolf Rider ----- -----(Personal) Apperance:  Standing an impressive 6 feet 2 inches Vierge carries himself with a noble bearing stemming from the arrogance that acompanies his station. Most of his body is covered with horrific wounds, many still raw and gaping, exposing bone and organs alike. His face is chiseled and lacking of any major damage, though his corpse white skin and redened eyes are usually unsettling for those who must speak to him. He has a large frame, in keeping with his height, and has a very strong build. Clothing: Vierge never appears in public without his customary armor, light plate mail comprised of chest plate, pauldrens, arm and leg guards, and helm. This armor is full body concealing, obscuring the horrific extent of his mutilated body. Personality: Dark and cunning Vierge has risen as high as his esteemed family will allow, he has spent his years mastering the desire for perfection of his abilities as a rider, having learned to ride 3 of the Myconian beasts in combat. His sometimes cruel domineering personality, as well as his reputation as a fearsome fighter who feels no pain have led him to demand respect from those, 'beneath' his station. ----- -----(Possessions) Weapons: Misery - This long blade is a traditional bastard sword, with a blade almost four feet in length with a 10 inch hand and a half grip. The blade tapers from a 2 inches at the crosspiece to 1 inch before finally meeting in a needle tipped point. Malice - A small gold enlayed hand cross bow, perfect for either concealing beneath the folds of a cape or for use in close to mid quarters. Items: -----(Pets) Pyre- Red Dragon Male Cunning and slightly cruel, loyal towards only those he deems fit, handles matters with lesser creatures with contempt. Spells: Mage Armor -6 Deflect Arrows -6 Create Claws -9 Poison Cut -12 Tessai - Giant Serpent Female Cunning and secretive, prefers to despense with matters quickly, often seems sneaky. Spells: Spider Climb -6 Deflect Arrows -6 Mage Armor -6 Endure Flame -6 Shadow - Dire Wolf Male Cunning and swift Shadow prefers to play with his pray, often holding out on the kill after drawing the confrontation out in full, often bloody detail. Spells: Spider Climb -6 Deflect Arrows -6 Flawless Stride -9 ----- Point Pool : 2 -----(Merits) Lvl3 Teach Beast -3 Lvl6 Teach Beast -3 Lvl9 Teach Beast -3 Lvl12 Teach Beast -3 Enhance Animal Growth -3 Mount Wild Animal -6 Spider Climb -6 Mage Armor -6 Deflect Arrows -6 Ride Beast -9 Flawless Stride -9 Twirl Strike -9 -----(Class Merits) Endure Flame -6 Create Claws -9 Poison Cut -12 -----(Flaws) Fangs - 2 No reflection -4 Claustrophobia -5 Silver -6 Rheumatic Flu - 6 Lack of Touch -7 Flesh of the Dead -8 ----- -----(bio) He was born without want, his family of noble descent with his father holding a seat on the Council of Nobles. From childhood he was pushed to excel, suceeding in taming his first wolf at the age of 12, and only continuing to grow from their. He decided early on to follow in his father's footsteps, setting out to become a Dragon Rider, and eventually earn the necessary prestige to take his father's place on the Council. When war came, and Myconia's Riders went on the fight against the forces of Rethin, Vierge and his dragon answered the call. The fighting was brutal, chaos reigned as blood spattered bodies feel here and there, staining the ground around Rhem with rivers of blood. Early on a stray arrow found its way through a seam in the armor of Vierge's mail, stabbing deep within the spinal column. He would have died had it not been for the work of a Paranor Healer, who was able to keep him alive, though the arrowhead would prove impossible to remove. Pulling the barbed head free would have left him dead, and even as it stayed inside his ability to feel was forever taken away. For a time he raged and seethed, fighting ferociouslly as he would batter his enemies aside, taking wound after wound only to continue fighting depite the trauma inflicted upon his own body. Through the bloody war he took blow after blow, his body unable to recognize the devestating pain that would have driven other men to shock, he began to see this side affect as a gift, though it carried a heavy price in the end. There would come a time when the body began to fail. In his final battle during the war, outnumbered and grounded he was set upon by dozens of enemies. Defending himself he slew them all. His blood painted the ground, yet he felt no pain. Those that finally arrived to lend aide to the grounded Dragon Rider were stunned at the carnage of the scene. The hacked apart bodies of the dead Whethen soliders strewn across the ground, Vierge himself obviouslly mortally wounded yet still standing. Despite the fact that he could feel no pain, the damage was too much for his already stressed body to endure. His body began to fail, and the man who could feel no pain was forced to realize that he would die so very soon. In a fit of self loathing he set out to find a way to continue to fight in his prime, despite the bloody extent of his injuries. His salvation came in the form of an exiled witch of Paranor, living in the ruined city of Rhen. She had been exiled from the lush rainforrests of Paranor, for delving into forbiddom magics against the orders of both the Scylla and the Magi. Vierge agreed to pay the price for her aide, and underwent a spell most heinous to enable his body to continue to function... If only he had realized the extent of that price... He awoke to find his life a nightmare, his body still ravaged and ruined, despite the spell. Furious he lept to his feet, the great blade Misery snapping out to leave the witch dead at his feet, her head rolling. It took several rage filled moments for him to realize what had happened, his body moved and reacted as though it were in perfect condition, despite the awful wounds that tore his flesh and splintered bone. He had become some awful thing, a Lich of sorts, his body preserved in all its desicated glory, never healing, as though he were some dead yet living thing. Hiding his body beneath concealing armor he returned to his home country, concious of the fact that many were struck by his almost bleached corpse like skin. He took to carefully keeping the extent of his horrid yet healed injuries a secret, biding his time until he might gain the power to assume his fathers place upon the council. ----- *** Edited by Lord Ridgemyr, Jun 17 2008, 03:18 PM.
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