Post by Toadie on Mar 27, 2007 21:31:12 GMT -5
Name: Draan Marshaenough
Age: Thousands of years old, his exact age long forgotten
Mature Adult: Yes
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Placement: Land
Alignment: Good
Appearance: Click here WARNING Nudity! Draan is the bottom man, and clothing has not yet been drawn. Picture by FossilAngel.
Not seen in the photo: Draan is around 6' 4", with dark brown eyes. The tattoo on his chest is of wings, looking similar to his own. His right ear has piercings from top to bottom, all just silver hoops. He wears simple brown trousers, and standard traveller's boots underneath. He carries no physical weapons on him, nor a belt with supplies.
Personality: Dedicated to the good of his people, Draan is on a constant quest for his world's happiness. He spends most his days wandering the different parts of Draan, visiting its inhabitants and making sure they're content. He loves children, and could play with them for hours. To him, they are the essence of life, predicting it's future, and becoming it's present. He is a good, patient man, and will hear someone out, giving them advice if they seek it. He is completely devoted to the people of Draan.
Magical Abilities: Draan can make anything appear by thinking of it, though he mostly uses this ability in small ways. To make a child happy he would conjure a treat for them, or to fix a bridge he would make nails and a hammer appear. This is, in essence, how he created Draan.
He can also control light, to a certain extent. He is able to lighten an area, or take the light away, or even concentrate the light into one area. Although his powers with light don't extend much further, he intends to broaden his abilities.
Physical Abilities: He is very muscular, therefore quite strong. He's a very quick runner, though he tends to enjoy a peaceful walk, and his enormous wings and strong muscles allow him to fly for however long he wants, which can be a very long time. He has a high threshold for pain, and it's been pushed to its max quite a bit.
Disabilities: His biggest weakness would be the fact that he cares solely for the good of his people, no matter the damage to himself. He cannot use weapons very well, as he never learned due to his kind nature. However, he has many who will defend him to the grave. He cares so little for his own well-being, if an enemy were to know this, they could easily use it to their advantage.
History: Draan grew to be thirty before his death. He grew up in a small village that held only near to eighty citizens. The families within the village all knew each other, and got along well. There were very few feuds, and the ones that did occur were always settled on fair terms. It was a peaceful place to live, as long as the outsiders remained outsiders.
One day, however, they came inside the borders of the town. There were hundreds of them: demonic figures that looked as thought they were created from the depths of hell themselves. There were five of them for every villager. The demons attacked at night, killing nearly every villager, save three women who managed to escaped and later find each other. Draan was murdered as well. The demon was originally attacking his mother in her sleep, but he jumped in front, calling for her to run, and saved her life by forfeiting his own.
His heart punctured, bleeding deathly amounts, the world began to spin. The demon thought him dead and went on, chasing others. He still had a single breath of life in him, however. He blacked out, presuming himself to be dead as well, and gave up hope. Then he began to dream, and without knowing it, he dreamt for days.
He was floating, actually floating. Around him, the world was just a blur of things that weren’t quite the way they were supposed to be. He didn’t understand where he was floating to, but it looked like a lake. And there was something coming out of the lake… What was it? He was floating towards it, and he was frightened. No longer above solid ground he was getting closer and closer to whatever it was.
It was a girl. She was slowly rising out of the lake, her long, blue hair down over her face. She was looking at him, even though he couldn’t see her colourless eyes, he knew. She kept rising up, and he had stopped floating towards her now. She finally came fully out of the water. She was a child, but short even by a child’s standards. Her pointed ears gave her elven status away as she brushed her hair out of the way of her eyes. She stared at him, and then gave a small smile. Around her neck was a necklace with the insignia of a dragon hanging from it, which glowed a dull blue.
‘We will meet again, creator of Draan,’ said the child in a deep tone. Creator of Draan, what? He was Draan, how could he create himself? But when he opened his mouth to ask, the child was gone, and the world was spinning around him once more. No, he needed to know.
When the world finally stopped spinning again, he was laying on his back in complete darkness. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move. He tried to take a breath, but all he could taste was dirt. When he thought about it, his arms were itchy like they were smothered in dirt. He was underground! No. No, he was dead. No. He had to meet the girl again; he had to ask her how to create himself. How could he create himself if he was dead? No, no. This wasn’t right. How could he create himself? He was obsessed with the question. He couldn’t breathe, or move, or create himself if he couldn’t live.
But what if he lived again?
After a week and a half, Draan awoke. He was no longer in his house, or even in his village. He was in a forest, laying in a grassy opening. He didn’t know how he got there, or how long he had been asleep. But now he felt different. It took him a few moments to stand, but when he did he noticed a great weight pulling on his back. Craning his neck to look behind him, he saw two gigantic, black wings.
Wings?!
Why did he have wings? Why did he have black wings? Thoroughly confused and frightened, he wandered the forest. He wasn’t used to his new body, and got his wings caught on trees at his side, or would begin to fall over because of the strange weight. He was completely lost, and had no food or method of survival. The forest treated him harshly, sending wolves to attack him, and giving him few ways of easily getting food. For months he wandered, learning how to survive in such a place, until at last he grew to know the forest and its ways.
He never fully understood why he lived, or how he go to where he was. But eventually he grew to accept the fact that there was something left for him to do in his lifetime, and that was why he was reborn, or so he called it. During his stay in the forest, he gained certain knowledge that just came to him. One day, he understood that his mother and two other women escaped the attack, and joined together to live the rest of their lives searching for other survivors. He also learned that he was the only other survivor, if he could call himself even that. He vowed to find his mother, and the other women, and find them a safe place to live where they wouldn’t get attacked ever again.
He found home in the forest, and got comfortable with it and its surroundings. The forest was enormous, so he felt no need to leave. Instead he remained there, and adapted to the way he had to live. He learned to fly, and built his physical strength. Along with the knowledge his rebirth gave him, it also seemed to grant him certain powers. He adapted to the darkness of night by learning to control light. He studied how to make an area brighter, so that he could see after nightfall, and took like away from a place when he felt he was being hunted. But creating light wasn’t enough for him, not now that he knew he had this ability.
So he began to develop his powers. He started by making small, simple things appear, such as rocks, apples, or simple daggers to make hunting easier. Then he moved on to things with more meaning behind them, like seeds that would grow into beautiful trees, or a blossoming flower, or even the beginning of a small stream that one day grew to be a flowing river. Through centuries of practise, Draan mastered his ability. He then knew that if he so wished, he could create a whole continent, just because he wanted to. Then, he finally felt it was time to leave the forest he had learned so much in. He needed a new home.
It took him many months to find the way out of the enormous forest, but he made it. Then he traveled the world for centuries, trying to find a place to call home. Every few decades he would find a small town he enjoyed staying in, but there would always be the disturbance of evil. He knew he could save the town, but didn’t want to reveal his powers. Already his wings drew great suspicion, but he managed to make up a lie for each town. One time he would be a freak science experiment, the next he would insist they were part of a costume he wore. He didn’t want the attention that everyone wished to give him.
Eventually Draan gave up hope of residing within the limits of a human’s town. Though he had grown up in one in his past life, he didn’t feel comfortable anymore living with humans. He realised that he need the comfort of other like him – others with magical powers that felt out of place. He loved nature, so he went back to a forest, hoping to find some strange civilization in it. This was a new forest, one he had not explored before. It surely wasn’t as large as the one he trained in for so long, but every day he went to the bordering trees of it, and brought a new tree to life. It felt good to create life, even in the simplest way.
Feeling more at home in this forest than he had in centuries, the angel stayed. He explored, and created a small cabin that he called his home. One day, on a common trip to the lake, he heard splashing in the water and went to investigate. Usually it was just ducklings learning to swim, or frogs jumping in near the shoreline, but this time he thought it might be something else. And, indeed, it was.
When he got to the lake’s edge, he saw a silhouette in the water that he did not recognise at first. It actually looked like a human was swimming underwater, but he watched the shape for minutes, and knew that humans couldn’t hold their breath for that long. The longest he could hold is breath for, before his rebirth, was a minute, two tops. So, forming a small rock in his hand, he tossed it into the lake. What emerged shocked the man. She was a girl with long, blue hair and colourless eyes. She was the girl he had seen in his dream.
This time she couldn’t float, however. The girl – no, the woman he decided – swam to the shore of the lake, and slowly waded out. She was short, not even five feet tall, and her hair reached the bottom of her ankles, but didn’t touch the ground beneath her. He noticed her elven ears, and that confirmed what he was thinking. She was, most defiantly, the girl he had seen in that dream so long ago. Only now, she was older.
‘Have we met?’ Her voice was deep, just as it had been in his dream. Draan was in shock, and wondered if he was dreaming again. But when had he fallen asleep? Maybe, just maybe, this was real. If he wasn’t going crazy, of course.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he responded. They introduced themselves, exchanged names, and eventually told another of their backgrounds. This woman, Töd Kinn, was an elven halfling, or so she called herself. She could command water to do as she pleased, and she was a renegade from her family of drow. He told her of how he came to get his wings, and the life he had had before his rebirth. He didn’t mention his dream yet, however. No, that would be saved for another time, were there another time.
And they did meet again. In fact, they became great friends. Draan was pleased to meet another outcast, and another loner. Surely Töd hadn’t seen as much of the world as he, but he told her many stories. In time he felt like her brother, an older sibling to help care for her. But she cared for him as well; their relationship was good for the both of them. They wanted the same things: a place to call home, and one that was under control. They both knew, through experience, that it was impossible to be rid of evil. But if only it could be controlled. They tried to think of places where they could live and not have to fear the evils of the world. Of course, they couldn’t come up with a place, so they began to come up with other alternatives.
Then Draan thought of it: he could create anything. At least, he thought he could. With Töd’s powers with water, they could create their own world! When he mentioned the idea to the halfling, she had her doubts. But after a month or two of planning and practise, they decided to do it.
So the two friends created a whole new world, at the edge of existence itself. Draan created the giant landmass, elevating mountains and letting grasses grow into meadows. Töd brought in the water, separating land into continents and islands and merging waters with earth to create swamps. It took the most energy either of them had ever spent, and they recovered for close to two years while the world developed. Saplings grew into trees, which grew into forests. Under the oceans coral formed into reef, and life began. All over life was starting anew: deer, lions, fish, shark and so much more wildlife took home in the new world. All was going well.
Then, they had to decide a name. Töd thought of it: The World of Draan. Originally Draan rejected the name because he thought it was too conceited of him. But then he remembered his dream, and realised what the girl – what Töd as a child – had meant. He wasn’t creating himself; he was creating his own world.
The angel and the elf remained in Draan, ruling over the creatures that resided there. Eventually enough people came to settle to form two towns: Nica and Tenessa. This was the start of good and evil within the world. Nica, and the continent it was located on, was considered the town where the ‘good’ population resided. Tenessa, and its continent, was thought to be the opposite. The two rulers thought this appropriate, so long as they could control the fighting and the death. So Draan was chosen to watch over the kind-hearted civilisation, and Töd to watch over the evils.
Töd left for a while, exploring another place she found called Deep Forest. She enjoyed it there, and met more friends. But eventually she came back to her home within Draan, and brought back with her a new species: darv. There was an older male, and two young twins. The twins won over Draan’s trust, and took the duties of leading the towns. The male took Tenessa, and the female took Nica. The older of the species (of which there were only these three left) also gained the trust of the leader, and joined he and Töd to start the first of The Council.
Since then, The Council evolved to include only those whom both Draan and Töd trusted. The World of Draan also evolved, being home to many new settlers. The two friends continue to watch over its inhabitants, ending any feuds they see fit to end, and controlling the balance between good and evil.
Family and Close Friends: His father and two sisters were killed when his village was raided.
His mother is still alive, to his knowledge, though he does not know of her whereabouts.
Töd Kinn created his world with him, and is his closest friend.
Thindrin Maliswven is another close friend.
Any Special Desire: To find his mother and show her his world.
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Age: Thousands of years old, his exact age long forgotten
Mature Adult: Yes
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Placement: Land
Alignment: Good
Appearance: Click here WARNING Nudity! Draan is the bottom man, and clothing has not yet been drawn. Picture by FossilAngel.
Not seen in the photo: Draan is around 6' 4", with dark brown eyes. The tattoo on his chest is of wings, looking similar to his own. His right ear has piercings from top to bottom, all just silver hoops. He wears simple brown trousers, and standard traveller's boots underneath. He carries no physical weapons on him, nor a belt with supplies.
Personality: Dedicated to the good of his people, Draan is on a constant quest for his world's happiness. He spends most his days wandering the different parts of Draan, visiting its inhabitants and making sure they're content. He loves children, and could play with them for hours. To him, they are the essence of life, predicting it's future, and becoming it's present. He is a good, patient man, and will hear someone out, giving them advice if they seek it. He is completely devoted to the people of Draan.
Magical Abilities: Draan can make anything appear by thinking of it, though he mostly uses this ability in small ways. To make a child happy he would conjure a treat for them, or to fix a bridge he would make nails and a hammer appear. This is, in essence, how he created Draan.
He can also control light, to a certain extent. He is able to lighten an area, or take the light away, or even concentrate the light into one area. Although his powers with light don't extend much further, he intends to broaden his abilities.
Physical Abilities: He is very muscular, therefore quite strong. He's a very quick runner, though he tends to enjoy a peaceful walk, and his enormous wings and strong muscles allow him to fly for however long he wants, which can be a very long time. He has a high threshold for pain, and it's been pushed to its max quite a bit.
Disabilities: His biggest weakness would be the fact that he cares solely for the good of his people, no matter the damage to himself. He cannot use weapons very well, as he never learned due to his kind nature. However, he has many who will defend him to the grave. He cares so little for his own well-being, if an enemy were to know this, they could easily use it to their advantage.
History: Draan grew to be thirty before his death. He grew up in a small village that held only near to eighty citizens. The families within the village all knew each other, and got along well. There were very few feuds, and the ones that did occur were always settled on fair terms. It was a peaceful place to live, as long as the outsiders remained outsiders.
One day, however, they came inside the borders of the town. There were hundreds of them: demonic figures that looked as thought they were created from the depths of hell themselves. There were five of them for every villager. The demons attacked at night, killing nearly every villager, save three women who managed to escaped and later find each other. Draan was murdered as well. The demon was originally attacking his mother in her sleep, but he jumped in front, calling for her to run, and saved her life by forfeiting his own.
His heart punctured, bleeding deathly amounts, the world began to spin. The demon thought him dead and went on, chasing others. He still had a single breath of life in him, however. He blacked out, presuming himself to be dead as well, and gave up hope. Then he began to dream, and without knowing it, he dreamt for days.
He was floating, actually floating. Around him, the world was just a blur of things that weren’t quite the way they were supposed to be. He didn’t understand where he was floating to, but it looked like a lake. And there was something coming out of the lake… What was it? He was floating towards it, and he was frightened. No longer above solid ground he was getting closer and closer to whatever it was.
It was a girl. She was slowly rising out of the lake, her long, blue hair down over her face. She was looking at him, even though he couldn’t see her colourless eyes, he knew. She kept rising up, and he had stopped floating towards her now. She finally came fully out of the water. She was a child, but short even by a child’s standards. Her pointed ears gave her elven status away as she brushed her hair out of the way of her eyes. She stared at him, and then gave a small smile. Around her neck was a necklace with the insignia of a dragon hanging from it, which glowed a dull blue.
‘We will meet again, creator of Draan,’ said the child in a deep tone. Creator of Draan, what? He was Draan, how could he create himself? But when he opened his mouth to ask, the child was gone, and the world was spinning around him once more. No, he needed to know.
When the world finally stopped spinning again, he was laying on his back in complete darkness. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move. He tried to take a breath, but all he could taste was dirt. When he thought about it, his arms were itchy like they were smothered in dirt. He was underground! No. No, he was dead. No. He had to meet the girl again; he had to ask her how to create himself. How could he create himself if he was dead? No, no. This wasn’t right. How could he create himself? He was obsessed with the question. He couldn’t breathe, or move, or create himself if he couldn’t live.
But what if he lived again?
After a week and a half, Draan awoke. He was no longer in his house, or even in his village. He was in a forest, laying in a grassy opening. He didn’t know how he got there, or how long he had been asleep. But now he felt different. It took him a few moments to stand, but when he did he noticed a great weight pulling on his back. Craning his neck to look behind him, he saw two gigantic, black wings.
Wings?!
Why did he have wings? Why did he have black wings? Thoroughly confused and frightened, he wandered the forest. He wasn’t used to his new body, and got his wings caught on trees at his side, or would begin to fall over because of the strange weight. He was completely lost, and had no food or method of survival. The forest treated him harshly, sending wolves to attack him, and giving him few ways of easily getting food. For months he wandered, learning how to survive in such a place, until at last he grew to know the forest and its ways.
He never fully understood why he lived, or how he go to where he was. But eventually he grew to accept the fact that there was something left for him to do in his lifetime, and that was why he was reborn, or so he called it. During his stay in the forest, he gained certain knowledge that just came to him. One day, he understood that his mother and two other women escaped the attack, and joined together to live the rest of their lives searching for other survivors. He also learned that he was the only other survivor, if he could call himself even that. He vowed to find his mother, and the other women, and find them a safe place to live where they wouldn’t get attacked ever again.
He found home in the forest, and got comfortable with it and its surroundings. The forest was enormous, so he felt no need to leave. Instead he remained there, and adapted to the way he had to live. He learned to fly, and built his physical strength. Along with the knowledge his rebirth gave him, it also seemed to grant him certain powers. He adapted to the darkness of night by learning to control light. He studied how to make an area brighter, so that he could see after nightfall, and took like away from a place when he felt he was being hunted. But creating light wasn’t enough for him, not now that he knew he had this ability.
So he began to develop his powers. He started by making small, simple things appear, such as rocks, apples, or simple daggers to make hunting easier. Then he moved on to things with more meaning behind them, like seeds that would grow into beautiful trees, or a blossoming flower, or even the beginning of a small stream that one day grew to be a flowing river. Through centuries of practise, Draan mastered his ability. He then knew that if he so wished, he could create a whole continent, just because he wanted to. Then, he finally felt it was time to leave the forest he had learned so much in. He needed a new home.
It took him many months to find the way out of the enormous forest, but he made it. Then he traveled the world for centuries, trying to find a place to call home. Every few decades he would find a small town he enjoyed staying in, but there would always be the disturbance of evil. He knew he could save the town, but didn’t want to reveal his powers. Already his wings drew great suspicion, but he managed to make up a lie for each town. One time he would be a freak science experiment, the next he would insist they were part of a costume he wore. He didn’t want the attention that everyone wished to give him.
Eventually Draan gave up hope of residing within the limits of a human’s town. Though he had grown up in one in his past life, he didn’t feel comfortable anymore living with humans. He realised that he need the comfort of other like him – others with magical powers that felt out of place. He loved nature, so he went back to a forest, hoping to find some strange civilization in it. This was a new forest, one he had not explored before. It surely wasn’t as large as the one he trained in for so long, but every day he went to the bordering trees of it, and brought a new tree to life. It felt good to create life, even in the simplest way.
Feeling more at home in this forest than he had in centuries, the angel stayed. He explored, and created a small cabin that he called his home. One day, on a common trip to the lake, he heard splashing in the water and went to investigate. Usually it was just ducklings learning to swim, or frogs jumping in near the shoreline, but this time he thought it might be something else. And, indeed, it was.
When he got to the lake’s edge, he saw a silhouette in the water that he did not recognise at first. It actually looked like a human was swimming underwater, but he watched the shape for minutes, and knew that humans couldn’t hold their breath for that long. The longest he could hold is breath for, before his rebirth, was a minute, two tops. So, forming a small rock in his hand, he tossed it into the lake. What emerged shocked the man. She was a girl with long, blue hair and colourless eyes. She was the girl he had seen in his dream.
This time she couldn’t float, however. The girl – no, the woman he decided – swam to the shore of the lake, and slowly waded out. She was short, not even five feet tall, and her hair reached the bottom of her ankles, but didn’t touch the ground beneath her. He noticed her elven ears, and that confirmed what he was thinking. She was, most defiantly, the girl he had seen in that dream so long ago. Only now, she was older.
‘Have we met?’ Her voice was deep, just as it had been in his dream. Draan was in shock, and wondered if he was dreaming again. But when had he fallen asleep? Maybe, just maybe, this was real. If he wasn’t going crazy, of course.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he responded. They introduced themselves, exchanged names, and eventually told another of their backgrounds. This woman, Töd Kinn, was an elven halfling, or so she called herself. She could command water to do as she pleased, and she was a renegade from her family of drow. He told her of how he came to get his wings, and the life he had had before his rebirth. He didn’t mention his dream yet, however. No, that would be saved for another time, were there another time.
And they did meet again. In fact, they became great friends. Draan was pleased to meet another outcast, and another loner. Surely Töd hadn’t seen as much of the world as he, but he told her many stories. In time he felt like her brother, an older sibling to help care for her. But she cared for him as well; their relationship was good for the both of them. They wanted the same things: a place to call home, and one that was under control. They both knew, through experience, that it was impossible to be rid of evil. But if only it could be controlled. They tried to think of places where they could live and not have to fear the evils of the world. Of course, they couldn’t come up with a place, so they began to come up with other alternatives.
Then Draan thought of it: he could create anything. At least, he thought he could. With Töd’s powers with water, they could create their own world! When he mentioned the idea to the halfling, she had her doubts. But after a month or two of planning and practise, they decided to do it.
So the two friends created a whole new world, at the edge of existence itself. Draan created the giant landmass, elevating mountains and letting grasses grow into meadows. Töd brought in the water, separating land into continents and islands and merging waters with earth to create swamps. It took the most energy either of them had ever spent, and they recovered for close to two years while the world developed. Saplings grew into trees, which grew into forests. Under the oceans coral formed into reef, and life began. All over life was starting anew: deer, lions, fish, shark and so much more wildlife took home in the new world. All was going well.
Then, they had to decide a name. Töd thought of it: The World of Draan. Originally Draan rejected the name because he thought it was too conceited of him. But then he remembered his dream, and realised what the girl – what Töd as a child – had meant. He wasn’t creating himself; he was creating his own world.
The angel and the elf remained in Draan, ruling over the creatures that resided there. Eventually enough people came to settle to form two towns: Nica and Tenessa. This was the start of good and evil within the world. Nica, and the continent it was located on, was considered the town where the ‘good’ population resided. Tenessa, and its continent, was thought to be the opposite. The two rulers thought this appropriate, so long as they could control the fighting and the death. So Draan was chosen to watch over the kind-hearted civilisation, and Töd to watch over the evils.
Töd left for a while, exploring another place she found called Deep Forest. She enjoyed it there, and met more friends. But eventually she came back to her home within Draan, and brought back with her a new species: darv. There was an older male, and two young twins. The twins won over Draan’s trust, and took the duties of leading the towns. The male took Tenessa, and the female took Nica. The older of the species (of which there were only these three left) also gained the trust of the leader, and joined he and Töd to start the first of The Council.
Since then, The Council evolved to include only those whom both Draan and Töd trusted. The World of Draan also evolved, being home to many new settlers. The two friends continue to watch over its inhabitants, ending any feuds they see fit to end, and controlling the balance between good and evil.
Family and Close Friends: His father and two sisters were killed when his village was raided.
His mother is still alive, to his knowledge, though he does not know of her whereabouts.
Töd Kinn created his world with him, and is his closest friend.
Thindrin Maliswven is another close friend.
Any Special Desire: To find his mother and show her his world.
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