| Arendus, the First Demon Lich | |
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| hatesagi | Jun 4 2009, 05:56 PM Post #1 |
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Name/'s: Arendus/Duran; The First Demon Lich Race: Demon Elf Lich Undead Class: Wizard, Monk, Blademaster Faction: Forsaken Wastes/ Underdepths Attack:15 Defense:10 Speed:11 Range:1-4 Damage: 10 Health: 45 Abilities: Can consume anyone around him in flames (including himself) dodge 3 arrowthrow 2 fire eater Raise dead Immunity- lightning, magic, poison, acid, frost vulnerability- psychic Equipment: Black Staff of Xulos- a gift from Serkan that enables Arendus to control the undead. It is a black, wooden staff that is roughly Arendus' height. At the top, it has a red gem, ruby most likely, placed in the center and wrapped with the wood. Characteristics: (Fighting style and overview) Arendus is a very versatile person in the Poxnora world because he has so many different styles of training. He started as a skilled blademaster for the K'thir Forest, became a monk and high commander for Grimlic, then captured to be turned into a Lich for Serkan. Strengths- His greatest strength is not his different fighting styles and experiences, but the powerful protection experiment placed on him by the Eternal Circle in K'thir. This spell is what has kept the major forces of Wrath from killing him, such as Serkan, Xulos, Akakios, Maxxareks, and any other high power. Weaknesses- The spell has greatly affected Arendus' mind and will break down at times, unable to fight. Weak vs. psychic. Appearance: At the moment, Arendus looks like a younger version of the Demon Lich on poxnora. The reason being is that he does not age as fast due to the protection spell. He is in fact one of the oldest characters in the Poxnora world. Personality: Originally a stubborn and carefree elf, Arendus has become more mature and experienced with time. He take everything into consideration and is usually able to bargin with any creature, no matter the odds. Arendus is just a skilled with his words as he is with a sword. History: Arendus, a.k.a. Duran, was born and raised among the Elves of K'thir before the Seperation. His father was a High Elf and Head Councilman to the Eternal Circle, so Duran was able to get away with countless insubordination's with the council. The circle decided to use Duran with an experiment that was developed by Menalaus, the brightest of wizards. The spell included a part of every enemy faction that was blended together to give the subject an immunity from the strongest of foes. Duran went on countless missions to prove his worth battling demons, undead, snow creatures, and even Akakios while he was still but a general. In the end, the spell was successfully placed on Duran. To try out his new power, Duran went to the tunnels of Sheoul to fight some of the most fearsome demons, but, to his dismay, the tunnels collapsed, sealing him and the other Nefari below ground. Over time, Duran forgot his old ways and went as the life of a monk. He became one of Grimlic's most powerful leaders and threatening force to all of the Protectorate. None in Sheoul, however, knew of the magic placed upon him and so Duran never spoke of it. One being learned of Duran's special trait and became determined to use it to his advantage. This was Serkan. The dark lord spent countless days trying to get Duran to break to spell placed on him so that Serkan could reverse it and use it himself. Over time, Serkan managed to trick Duran and captured him in his castle. Xulos then mind wiped the Demon and Serkan claimed his as his own servant. ((Below is my post on Arendus' backstory)) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A young deep elf lay in the middle of a stone room scarred and bloody dressed in a flowing red robe. The only sounds that could be heard was that of distant screaming and the constant drip of water. The errie mist that covered the bottom of the room insinuated that this place was not for the living. Suddenly, the man woke and his eyes darted around, scanning the room, yet he did not move his body. Then, faintly, he said, "Where am I? Who am I?" "Cold." That is all that came to his mind as the young man lay helpless and broken on the floor. "The floor was cold, therefor I am cold. Logic? That must mean that my mind is not completely broken, or maybe it is just being restored? Why am I here? My body hurts so maybe I fell? No because I can see the ceiling. If only I could just move my head... to... see where... I am. No, I can't move anything at all, nor do I even remember what happened. Footsteps? Maybe someone is here watching me?" Then a deep, resonant voice filled the room and seemed to penetrate the very soul of the man on the floor. "Arendus." The name seemed to drift through the air until the demon elf realized, "is that my name?" "Yes," said the voice. "Where am I" asked Arendus. "It makes no difference, for you will not be here long." "What is he talking about? Where else would he be taking me?" thought the demon. "Arendus... I am going to ask you a question and your answer will decide what happens to your soul." Arendus said nothing. "Why do you deserve to live?" Arendus shivered, and thought over his question. "He must be threatening me. So then my answer will decide if I live or die. No, he said 'soul' so then my answer will chose where I go when I die, and if that is the case then he must be one of the undead. How do I know that? A minute ago I couldnt even remember my name and now I am comtemplating the intentions of a dead man? I suppose there is only one way to get out of this then, and that is to do what he wants." "I don't." Arendus answered confidently. Arendus was thrown upward and slammed against the unmerciful wall on the other side of the room. He was then turned around and slammed against the wall again so that he could see the rest of the room. To Arendus' surprize their was no one holding him, which must mean that the man in the room with him was psychic and most likely very powerful. He scanned the room but could see nothing in the dark prison. "Correct" boomed the voice. "Therefore I am going to give you an option. Either I kill you right here and now and doom your soul to the service of the Forsaken or... you can serve as my hands. Take the life of those who do not deserve it. I will give you all the power of death and in return, you kill for me. Think about it, the power of Sheoul combined with the legions of the undead. Who could stop you?" "Well, I suppose you could." Arendus was no fool. Although he knew that the gift of the undead would be a strength unmatched by any other being in the Underdepths, but he would still always be under the control of this man. He didn't even know who the ominous voice belonged to, yet if he didn't agree, his fate would be far worse than a puppet to him. And yet he obviously chose Arendus for a reason and knows that he will pick the second option. "I might as well get as much as I can out of this deal," thought Arendus. "I will accept your offer but on two conditions." "Conditions? Do you think we this is a negotiation between two partners? You have been given your options so choose," said the voice. "No, I will not chose until I know that their can be trust between us. You wish to employ me as your link between the Underdepths and the Wastes but how can you trust where my loyalties reside if I can not trust you. I have something that intrest you and it is that quality that has kept me alive thus far. So if you wish me to be of any help then you will grant me my two request." "YOU DARE PLAY GAMES WITH ME?!? PATHITIC DEMON!! I CAN KILL YOU WITH THE FLICK OF MY WRIST!!" Arendus replied with only a moments pause to be sure that the voice was finished. "I am sure you can, but if you wanted to do that it would have already been done." Then Arendus heard a low rumbling as if the room was starting to split in to. The noice grew louder until the demon elf reconized it as laughter and realized that his life would be spared. "What are your requests?" the voice asked. "First, I do not wish to control any of your undead; they do not appeal to me. Beside I work alone. Second, I want to see your face." There was a silence and even the distant screaming had stopped. The suspension grew in Arendus as he waited in fear for his suspensions to be confirmed. Then he fell to the ground as the force that held him up from the ground, vanished. He struggled to his feat slowly, surpized that he could in fact still move. He heard the soft footsteps of a man walk towards him and with every step he heard, his heart would skip a beat. Finally he saw the man appear through the shadows. "Aggreed" It was Serkan himself. |
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| hatesagi | Jun 6 2009, 09:01 PM Post #2 |
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Soooooo....... Is this going to be accepted or not? Cause i want to get in on the rping. |
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| Nora | Jun 7 2009, 08:41 PM Post #3 |
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Sorry thought i already did it. ACCEPTED |
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| hatesagi | Jun 7 2009, 08:58 PM Post #4 |
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No problem. Thanks. |
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