Post by NeverEnding on Mar 18, 2007 21:46:36 GMT -5
Name: Baerionth Slhithfraeth (Pronounced: BAY-ree-awnth Sle-hith-FRAY-eth)
Age: Long forgotten
Mature Adult: Yes
Gender: Male
Species: Winged darv
Placement: Land
Alignment: Evil
Appearance: Baerionth's face is long and charming, with a nose too fair for words. His mouth is petite with lips pale and thin. His ears lay upon his strong head, exactly like a dog's, and his eyes are a dazzling orange, with the pitch black pupils that stretch from the top to lower part of his eye. His eyelashes are long and unforgiving, as are his perfectly arched eyebrows. The hair upon his head is black, short, and sleek. It is never purposely styled, but usually ends up spiked and fluffy. The hair of his four dog-like paws is also black, as is the hair of his long, sleek cat-like tail. His skin is tanned well, complementing his fine fur. His wings are the same dark colour, though each separate feather is has a minuscule difference in shade than the rest. His wings are about nine feet long each. He can tuck them away easily, making them almost unnoticeable. Baerionth, overall, is a very handsome being.
The rest of his body humanoid, and very muscular and well built, with defined features and many scars. His best feature is his chest, which is well shown by his style of clothing.
His shirt is black and it substitutes as a jacket. It is made of one of the toughest dragon hides, and has many pockets inside. It opens in the middle all the way down to reveal his chest and fine abdomen. His pants are a baggy jean-ish fabric, also black. They reach the bottom of his black leather boots specially made for his paws. His gloves are also a black leather and are cut off at the knuckles of his front paws. He wears a pure silver chain around his next, along with several chains made of the same silver upon his left wrist. His belt is spiked with this silver and he has pierced his right ear with a loop of it. All in all he looks to be in his late twenties to early thirties.
The darv has a sword strapped to his back. It is the height of 5'2" if stood on it's hilt which is simple and gold. The actual blade of the sword is made of very fine steel, though it does not look it. It's a simple, sturdy blade, one he can do what he needs to do with. Also, along his belt are many pouches, and these contain various items including minor potions, compasses and trinkets, various types of gold used for bargains, and various petite daggers. Inside his black shirt leather bands strap many daggers, and throwing knives are unlimited.
Personality: Baerionth tends to be a ladies' man, though unwillingly. If he meets a pretty female darv, felidae or any other being of his own nature, he tends to want to leave them for some one else; he thinks he is undeserving. Though they always seem to be attracted to him, he has never met a woman he has truly loved.
The darv also uses the Old Language, which may seem strange to some. He is easy enough to understand, though it takes a little patience.
He is generally well tempered and this tends to mislead creatures; they think he is of a good nature. However, he has no drive to do the world any good, as it has only done him the opposite. He is very loyal to the twins Eternal and Infernal Hinthraeoun, and would give anything to see them well. This is very similar to his relationship with Töd Kinn, and would be the same as any other he becomes very close to. Even those of colder hearts can have good friends.
Magical Abilities: The darv's only magical power is through his voice. While he is singing, and singing only, he can make a specific one person hear him, and no one else, or he can choose to let his voice be heard by everyone within an extremely (say, a hundred thousand miles) of him, if he wished. Using his power to make an extremely large number of beings hear him would come close to wiping him out completely, and he has never attempted anything like it. If there were five people around him, he could sing and have only three of them hear him, the others would just see his lips moving. However, he rarely chooses to use this power, as he sees little use for it, so not many know about it. The option's always there, though.
Physical Abilities: Baerionth can do anything with a sword, any sword, anywhere, any time, any one. He can throw knives, he can kill with a dagger, and above all his skill with his sword seems to be limitless, and puts complete faith into his blade whenever battle strikes. He is skilled enough with his sword to assist the halfling Töd in her training, and is also raising a young darv to learn her blade. Both would say he's a great instructor.
He also has a great command of the language he speaks, and can usually use his way with words to his advantage, getting what he wants. In other words, he's very convincing.
Obviously he can fly, and for good distances. His speed isn't top-notch, but he certainly isn't slow.
Disadvantages: The darv has no magical abilities that can do others any harm nor help, save perhaps annoying them with his singing. Therefore his only defenses are his blades. If handed anything other than a knife, sword or the like, he would be unable to use it properly.
He doesn't enjoy using his abilities much, like flying or determining who can hear him, so others could use this to their advantage. Also, his eyesight inside the greatest, and he finds it difficult to see into the distance, or focus on things extremely close.
History: Baerionth was conceived and born near a small town. His mother was forced to be taken by a wolf or dog; he's not sure, as a form of torture. She became unwillingly pregnant, and immediately after his birth left him at the doorstep of the brewery in town. The man there took him in, and raised him in a kind and loving matter. He taught the young darv how to brew ales and a couple finer drinks, mostly alcoholic. He learned to use the tools required, and of the different ingredients to use. He helped the man do his job, and received knowledge of herbs and plants from him as thanks, but the smarts also helped with the brewing process.
He stayed with the man 'till he left town, and in return for his hospitality, offered the same to him as he grew old and tired. Eventually the brewery owner became too old to run the brewery, and asked Baerionth to keep him well long enough to sell the brewery. He did so, by whatever means necessary. His thieving skills rapidly became apparent, as did his ability to persuade others to 'donate' their change to him. There were times he would stand and sing on the street corner, and passers-by would toss coins at his feet. Perhaps because of his talent, or because of his deformity.
The darv provided meal and shelter for himself and his father figure 'till the old man finally passed. Once he was on his own again, he left the man's home and brewery, feeling out of place without his companion there. From then on he roamed from street to street, gaining money in the same way he had before. Eventually he found the city life too strange for him, as he was aware of others' feelings of strangeness toward him. A being with wolf features and giant, black wings had no place in the city.
The old man's place had been sold, but on his last night in town he snuck in, and searched out the man's prized, hidden belongings. There he found a simple sword, a few potions and herbs, and a scroll saying his last words. The scroll read:
To whom comes to this first, and takes it as their own,
I have lived in this brewery my whole life. My forefathers taught our line of blood the ways of ales, and placed the task of it's upkeep in my hands. I have done my best, and now I am afraid I've got none to pass it on to, as once was done to me.
There is the young boy whom was placed at my doorstep after his birth, but I wouldn't give him such responsibility. I pray he is the one who searches this note out, and finds it without much hassle. If so, these words are to you.
Baerionth, you deserve much more a life I was ever able to offer. Get out of this place, and find yourself a life, perhaps a love. You were a son to me; a good son. Do not see yourself as different, but gifted. Fly, Baerionth, like I know you can. Sing, Baerionth, like you know you can. I've taught you all you need to live on your own, so take my sword and let it be your defense, along with your cunning charm, however different your speech may be. Remember me always, but never forget yourself.
To all who may read this, I envy you. You still have life flowing through your veins. Use it. I was a crippled being even before I became sickly. I did not use what I had in me. Experience life, and experience it the way it is. You'll continue living.
These are words of a dying man. A dying man who feels dead already.
Now I say goodbye to the sweet smile of the sun's serenity.
Baerionth did as the note said, and took flee from the city. He grew to use the sword as his main defense, teaching himself its ways. He walked from city to city, often not taking the roads. Killing himself his meals instead of buying them, he learned the ways of the wild, like his master seemed to wish. He kept the note with him at all times, and still has it in his possession. He also remains tied to the old man's sword, and figures he'll not use another 'till it snaps in two.
Singing himself from place to place, the darv simply wandered the world. He came upon Deep Forest in his travels, and remained there for a while. There he met three more of his species, which he knew not to exist. A mother darv and her two twin children came to rely on him as a father figure. Sadly, the mother passed away due to her prophetic powers, and left her children to him and his elven friend Töd Kinn to raise. They did so, but eventually felt the need to leave Deep Forest behind. Töd told him of a place she created with a friend of hers, a place where he and the twins would be welcome. So the four left for World of Draan.
While residing in Draan for now, he knows eventually he will leave; it’s simply his nature. He wishes to find a partner in song, one who will stay with him through his travels.
Family and Close Friends: He has one sister. The species of darv were born by humans breeding with dogs and wolves, in a very crude manner. Because of this, Baerionth thinks himself a mistake, and has also never met his sister, only heard rumours of her.
Töd Kinn is his closest friend. He aids her in caring for his deceased companion’s daughter and son, Eternal and Infernal Hinthraeoun.
Special Desire: His greatest desire in life is to fly high in the clouds, with a partner, and sing for the whole world to hear.
Extras: Baerionth is a born singer, and has a deep and stunning voice. He enjoys singing while he is alone, perhaps working, and he sometimes likes to communicate through song. There has even been times when he has sung during battle.
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Age: Long forgotten
Mature Adult: Yes
Gender: Male
Species: Winged darv
Placement: Land
Alignment: Evil
Appearance: Baerionth's face is long and charming, with a nose too fair for words. His mouth is petite with lips pale and thin. His ears lay upon his strong head, exactly like a dog's, and his eyes are a dazzling orange, with the pitch black pupils that stretch from the top to lower part of his eye. His eyelashes are long and unforgiving, as are his perfectly arched eyebrows. The hair upon his head is black, short, and sleek. It is never purposely styled, but usually ends up spiked and fluffy. The hair of his four dog-like paws is also black, as is the hair of his long, sleek cat-like tail. His skin is tanned well, complementing his fine fur. His wings are the same dark colour, though each separate feather is has a minuscule difference in shade than the rest. His wings are about nine feet long each. He can tuck them away easily, making them almost unnoticeable. Baerionth, overall, is a very handsome being.
The rest of his body humanoid, and very muscular and well built, with defined features and many scars. His best feature is his chest, which is well shown by his style of clothing.
His shirt is black and it substitutes as a jacket. It is made of one of the toughest dragon hides, and has many pockets inside. It opens in the middle all the way down to reveal his chest and fine abdomen. His pants are a baggy jean-ish fabric, also black. They reach the bottom of his black leather boots specially made for his paws. His gloves are also a black leather and are cut off at the knuckles of his front paws. He wears a pure silver chain around his next, along with several chains made of the same silver upon his left wrist. His belt is spiked with this silver and he has pierced his right ear with a loop of it. All in all he looks to be in his late twenties to early thirties.
The darv has a sword strapped to his back. It is the height of 5'2" if stood on it's hilt which is simple and gold. The actual blade of the sword is made of very fine steel, though it does not look it. It's a simple, sturdy blade, one he can do what he needs to do with. Also, along his belt are many pouches, and these contain various items including minor potions, compasses and trinkets, various types of gold used for bargains, and various petite daggers. Inside his black shirt leather bands strap many daggers, and throwing knives are unlimited.
Personality: Baerionth tends to be a ladies' man, though unwillingly. If he meets a pretty female darv, felidae or any other being of his own nature, he tends to want to leave them for some one else; he thinks he is undeserving. Though they always seem to be attracted to him, he has never met a woman he has truly loved.
The darv also uses the Old Language, which may seem strange to some. He is easy enough to understand, though it takes a little patience.
He is generally well tempered and this tends to mislead creatures; they think he is of a good nature. However, he has no drive to do the world any good, as it has only done him the opposite. He is very loyal to the twins Eternal and Infernal Hinthraeoun, and would give anything to see them well. This is very similar to his relationship with Töd Kinn, and would be the same as any other he becomes very close to. Even those of colder hearts can have good friends.
Magical Abilities: The darv's only magical power is through his voice. While he is singing, and singing only, he can make a specific one person hear him, and no one else, or he can choose to let his voice be heard by everyone within an extremely (say, a hundred thousand miles) of him, if he wished. Using his power to make an extremely large number of beings hear him would come close to wiping him out completely, and he has never attempted anything like it. If there were five people around him, he could sing and have only three of them hear him, the others would just see his lips moving. However, he rarely chooses to use this power, as he sees little use for it, so not many know about it. The option's always there, though.
Physical Abilities: Baerionth can do anything with a sword, any sword, anywhere, any time, any one. He can throw knives, he can kill with a dagger, and above all his skill with his sword seems to be limitless, and puts complete faith into his blade whenever battle strikes. He is skilled enough with his sword to assist the halfling Töd in her training, and is also raising a young darv to learn her blade. Both would say he's a great instructor.
He also has a great command of the language he speaks, and can usually use his way with words to his advantage, getting what he wants. In other words, he's very convincing.
Obviously he can fly, and for good distances. His speed isn't top-notch, but he certainly isn't slow.
Disadvantages: The darv has no magical abilities that can do others any harm nor help, save perhaps annoying them with his singing. Therefore his only defenses are his blades. If handed anything other than a knife, sword or the like, he would be unable to use it properly.
He doesn't enjoy using his abilities much, like flying or determining who can hear him, so others could use this to their advantage. Also, his eyesight inside the greatest, and he finds it difficult to see into the distance, or focus on things extremely close.
History: Baerionth was conceived and born near a small town. His mother was forced to be taken by a wolf or dog; he's not sure, as a form of torture. She became unwillingly pregnant, and immediately after his birth left him at the doorstep of the brewery in town. The man there took him in, and raised him in a kind and loving matter. He taught the young darv how to brew ales and a couple finer drinks, mostly alcoholic. He learned to use the tools required, and of the different ingredients to use. He helped the man do his job, and received knowledge of herbs and plants from him as thanks, but the smarts also helped with the brewing process.
He stayed with the man 'till he left town, and in return for his hospitality, offered the same to him as he grew old and tired. Eventually the brewery owner became too old to run the brewery, and asked Baerionth to keep him well long enough to sell the brewery. He did so, by whatever means necessary. His thieving skills rapidly became apparent, as did his ability to persuade others to 'donate' their change to him. There were times he would stand and sing on the street corner, and passers-by would toss coins at his feet. Perhaps because of his talent, or because of his deformity.
The darv provided meal and shelter for himself and his father figure 'till the old man finally passed. Once he was on his own again, he left the man's home and brewery, feeling out of place without his companion there. From then on he roamed from street to street, gaining money in the same way he had before. Eventually he found the city life too strange for him, as he was aware of others' feelings of strangeness toward him. A being with wolf features and giant, black wings had no place in the city.
The old man's place had been sold, but on his last night in town he snuck in, and searched out the man's prized, hidden belongings. There he found a simple sword, a few potions and herbs, and a scroll saying his last words. The scroll read:
To whom comes to this first, and takes it as their own,
I have lived in this brewery my whole life. My forefathers taught our line of blood the ways of ales, and placed the task of it's upkeep in my hands. I have done my best, and now I am afraid I've got none to pass it on to, as once was done to me.
There is the young boy whom was placed at my doorstep after his birth, but I wouldn't give him such responsibility. I pray he is the one who searches this note out, and finds it without much hassle. If so, these words are to you.
Baerionth, you deserve much more a life I was ever able to offer. Get out of this place, and find yourself a life, perhaps a love. You were a son to me; a good son. Do not see yourself as different, but gifted. Fly, Baerionth, like I know you can. Sing, Baerionth, like you know you can. I've taught you all you need to live on your own, so take my sword and let it be your defense, along with your cunning charm, however different your speech may be. Remember me always, but never forget yourself.
To all who may read this, I envy you. You still have life flowing through your veins. Use it. I was a crippled being even before I became sickly. I did not use what I had in me. Experience life, and experience it the way it is. You'll continue living.
These are words of a dying man. A dying man who feels dead already.
Now I say goodbye to the sweet smile of the sun's serenity.
Baerionth did as the note said, and took flee from the city. He grew to use the sword as his main defense, teaching himself its ways. He walked from city to city, often not taking the roads. Killing himself his meals instead of buying them, he learned the ways of the wild, like his master seemed to wish. He kept the note with him at all times, and still has it in his possession. He also remains tied to the old man's sword, and figures he'll not use another 'till it snaps in two.
Singing himself from place to place, the darv simply wandered the world. He came upon Deep Forest in his travels, and remained there for a while. There he met three more of his species, which he knew not to exist. A mother darv and her two twin children came to rely on him as a father figure. Sadly, the mother passed away due to her prophetic powers, and left her children to him and his elven friend Töd Kinn to raise. They did so, but eventually felt the need to leave Deep Forest behind. Töd told him of a place she created with a friend of hers, a place where he and the twins would be welcome. So the four left for World of Draan.
While residing in Draan for now, he knows eventually he will leave; it’s simply his nature. He wishes to find a partner in song, one who will stay with him through his travels.
Family and Close Friends: He has one sister. The species of darv were born by humans breeding with dogs and wolves, in a very crude manner. Because of this, Baerionth thinks himself a mistake, and has also never met his sister, only heard rumours of her.
Töd Kinn is his closest friend. He aids her in caring for his deceased companion’s daughter and son, Eternal and Infernal Hinthraeoun.
Special Desire: His greatest desire in life is to fly high in the clouds, with a partner, and sing for the whole world to hear.
Extras: Baerionth is a born singer, and has a deep and stunning voice. He enjoys singing while he is alone, perhaps working, and he sometimes likes to communicate through song. There has even been times when he has sung during battle.
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