Post by elxirion on Feb 6, 2015 20:53:57 GMT -8
First Name:
Elxirion (El-zee-ree-uhn)
Last Name:
Alvarus (Al-Vah-Ris)
Nickname(s):
Elxi'
Race:
Popori
Sex/Gender:
Male
Age:
41
Class:
Priest
Appearance: Elxi' stands at 3' 5" with the tip of his ears just barely making up that last inch, wearing a purple jacket with white inner lining and a faded blue undershirt, a pair of purple-leather open-finger gloves with spade motifs on the back-hands, and purple boots with yet more spade motifs on the top of them. He also wears a pair of small rounded shades and a white top-hat, carrying around his healing staff, of which he dubbed "Alice". His fir is a light chocolate with a white creamy face mark, rabbit-y ears on his head, and... the tail of a raccoon??? Popori anatomy hasn't quite been thoroughly studied enough to determine what causes "mixtures" such as this, but biologists are still hard at work.
Personality: Elxi' can be a bit of a short-fuse when all he's trying to do is help, whether it be physically, mystically, or even just trying to give some advice. And after a past of folks not "holding still" long enough to receive his healing or his empowering, it can me somewhat understandable; wouldn't you be peeved too if you went to enchant your team with the power of
Shakan, only to realize that everyone else has already moved up and are already fighting the enemies up ahead? Yeah, it's that kind of feeling. But outside the battlefields and hot-zones, Elxi' can be quaint, collected, and at times, a bit over-thinking. His favorite color is purple, he considers the sound of clinking coins in his hand another form of "thank you" for his healing work, and he has this odd attraction to female Amani.
Backstory:
Growing up and learning life on the borders of Pora Elinu, and eventually in Popolion, Elxirion always felt like he should be lending a helping hand to those in need, mainly tending to the wounded so that they could stand once more and continue the good fight. He knew that the resilience and the will of those born of the nature of Arborea would surely out-power the evils of this world. Unfortunately for him, Popori hands weren't quite so delicate with the medicinal tools such as a scalpel or scissors, and it wasn't a pretty sight to get tangled up in the wrapping that are supposed to go around someone's leg.
So Elxi' ventured out from his home and went looking for some other way to help, wandering vagrantly to the east, where he would find himself in Velika, the heart of the federation. With a nod of his head and his hands clasped together, he asked if there was some non-violent alternative to aiding the federation, throwing in the important "one without accurate tools". With a ponder and a whim, they suggested he become a priest, and although at first denying that he was a very religious man, they explained to him that he could do all of the healing he wants, without any of the bandages or needles; just a big stick, some fancy robes, a pinch of magic, and the will to live.
It didn't take two bats of an eyelash for Elxirion to demand the papers to sign up for training in priest work, and a complimentary staff and robe set, followed by a ticket to the Island of Dawn, for his essential initiation into his line of work for the federation; saving lives and KEEPING them alive.
Along the way, he ran across a female Amani Warrior, and he wasn't sure why, but he could sense something between the two. After a bit of flirting and buying her a mug or two of Pora Cola, his personal favorite drink, she invited him to tag along for a few adventures, despite her strength exceeding him threefold. Regardless of the circumstance, he agreed without a thought and shook hands on it. Ever since, the duo and the extras they picked up along the way took the fight to the front lines, staving off cultists, monsters, and all manners of baddies. At some point, he even took up a bit of metalworking training just to cobble together a set of Twin Swords just for her! But, not all gold glitters forever...
After taking some extra mercenary fighters with her to the Nexus, a place Elxi' still wasn't strong enough for, he decided to wait at the Blue Wagon bar in Velika, waiting for her to return with the spoils of victory in her clutches. He waited, and waited, and waited... Until one day, someone came walking into the bar... but it wasn't her. It was the mercenaries, a Human lancer, a Baraka Mystic, an Elen Reaper, and a Castanic Sorcerer. None of them looked happy to be there, but neither disgusted either. Upon Elxirion asking where his female Amani fiance-to-be was, the Baraka and Castanic turned away, their heads low, the Elen held back a sniffle, and the human stepped forward in his metal armor, not speaking a word, but only presenting Elxi' with a wrapped set of twin swords, followed by "We're sorry... She... didn't make it out..."
After that moment, no one was clear on what happened to Elxi'. The story sounds different depending on who you hear it from. Some Elens will say he broke down sobbing in the bar and wouldn't leave until he was practically dragged out! A handful of Castanic in town will say he went berserk and started hitting things, and that the mercs had to contain him and silence his constant flurry of obscenities towards the argon. The Barakas? They'll tell you that he was silent at first, before leaving the bar, followed by Velika, and all the way out to the hill north of town to "contemplate" the loss of his love. But if you want the truth? Good luck getting it out of him. The thought alone of even trying to remember that day pains him, and no amount of focused healing can cure that ache.
Regardless, he has continued doing what he does best; saving lives, and KEEPING them alive. Only, ever since that day, he started doing it harder, giving more than he used to. He started living more. For her. For Arivelle.
Area(s) of Research: Elxi studies and dabbles in the art of brewing. The multiple different drinks, how they're formed, what to mic and what not to mix; it all intrigues him. He's always been interested in seeing if somehow, someway, somewehre, one day, they will be able to mix the tasty drinks they serve in the bars and taverns, with the remedial solutions of potions and panaceas, and hopefully keep more people standing on the battlefield as a result; no one likes drinking some nasty-tasting green stuff in a bottle to absolve their poison, but what about a tasty swish of Elinu Elixir instead? Or some Blue Wagon Beer? Or even some Pora Cola? Delicious stuff, truly.
Other Skills: Elxi' dabbles a bit in metalworking and weaponsmithing, finding interesting recipes for new tools of war during dungeon crawls and perusing the designs for the next best staff. Or, perhaps, a sharper set of Twin Blades...?
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Relationship Status:
Single and unsure about mingling
MISC. Info:Elxi' claims to focus more after a tall mug of Pora Cola, widely known as a Popori-brewed soft drink with caffeine in it. How caffeine stabilizes him, no one knows for sure, but it always ends in a request for a pause during a dungeon crawl for a quick bathroom trip around the corner of a hallway.
Elxirion (El-zee-ree-uhn)
Last Name:
Alvarus (Al-Vah-Ris)
Nickname(s):
Elxi'
Race:
Popori
Sex/Gender:
Male
Age:
41
Class:
Priest
Appearance: Elxi' stands at 3' 5" with the tip of his ears just barely making up that last inch, wearing a purple jacket with white inner lining and a faded blue undershirt, a pair of purple-leather open-finger gloves with spade motifs on the back-hands, and purple boots with yet more spade motifs on the top of them. He also wears a pair of small rounded shades and a white top-hat, carrying around his healing staff, of which he dubbed "Alice". His fir is a light chocolate with a white creamy face mark, rabbit-y ears on his head, and... the tail of a raccoon??? Popori anatomy hasn't quite been thoroughly studied enough to determine what causes "mixtures" such as this, but biologists are still hard at work.
Personality: Elxi' can be a bit of a short-fuse when all he's trying to do is help, whether it be physically, mystically, or even just trying to give some advice. And after a past of folks not "holding still" long enough to receive his healing or his empowering, it can me somewhat understandable; wouldn't you be peeved too if you went to enchant your team with the power of
Shakan, only to realize that everyone else has already moved up and are already fighting the enemies up ahead? Yeah, it's that kind of feeling. But outside the battlefields and hot-zones, Elxi' can be quaint, collected, and at times, a bit over-thinking. His favorite color is purple, he considers the sound of clinking coins in his hand another form of "thank you" for his healing work, and he has this odd attraction to female Amani.
Backstory:
Growing up and learning life on the borders of Pora Elinu, and eventually in Popolion, Elxirion always felt like he should be lending a helping hand to those in need, mainly tending to the wounded so that they could stand once more and continue the good fight. He knew that the resilience and the will of those born of the nature of Arborea would surely out-power the evils of this world. Unfortunately for him, Popori hands weren't quite so delicate with the medicinal tools such as a scalpel or scissors, and it wasn't a pretty sight to get tangled up in the wrapping that are supposed to go around someone's leg.
So Elxi' ventured out from his home and went looking for some other way to help, wandering vagrantly to the east, where he would find himself in Velika, the heart of the federation. With a nod of his head and his hands clasped together, he asked if there was some non-violent alternative to aiding the federation, throwing in the important "one without accurate tools". With a ponder and a whim, they suggested he become a priest, and although at first denying that he was a very religious man, they explained to him that he could do all of the healing he wants, without any of the bandages or needles; just a big stick, some fancy robes, a pinch of magic, and the will to live.
It didn't take two bats of an eyelash for Elxirion to demand the papers to sign up for training in priest work, and a complimentary staff and robe set, followed by a ticket to the Island of Dawn, for his essential initiation into his line of work for the federation; saving lives and KEEPING them alive.
Along the way, he ran across a female Amani Warrior, and he wasn't sure why, but he could sense something between the two. After a bit of flirting and buying her a mug or two of Pora Cola, his personal favorite drink, she invited him to tag along for a few adventures, despite her strength exceeding him threefold. Regardless of the circumstance, he agreed without a thought and shook hands on it. Ever since, the duo and the extras they picked up along the way took the fight to the front lines, staving off cultists, monsters, and all manners of baddies. At some point, he even took up a bit of metalworking training just to cobble together a set of Twin Swords just for her! But, not all gold glitters forever...
After taking some extra mercenary fighters with her to the Nexus, a place Elxi' still wasn't strong enough for, he decided to wait at the Blue Wagon bar in Velika, waiting for her to return with the spoils of victory in her clutches. He waited, and waited, and waited... Until one day, someone came walking into the bar... but it wasn't her. It was the mercenaries, a Human lancer, a Baraka Mystic, an Elen Reaper, and a Castanic Sorcerer. None of them looked happy to be there, but neither disgusted either. Upon Elxirion asking where his female Amani fiance-to-be was, the Baraka and Castanic turned away, their heads low, the Elen held back a sniffle, and the human stepped forward in his metal armor, not speaking a word, but only presenting Elxi' with a wrapped set of twin swords, followed by "We're sorry... She... didn't make it out..."
After that moment, no one was clear on what happened to Elxi'. The story sounds different depending on who you hear it from. Some Elens will say he broke down sobbing in the bar and wouldn't leave until he was practically dragged out! A handful of Castanic in town will say he went berserk and started hitting things, and that the mercs had to contain him and silence his constant flurry of obscenities towards the argon. The Barakas? They'll tell you that he was silent at first, before leaving the bar, followed by Velika, and all the way out to the hill north of town to "contemplate" the loss of his love. But if you want the truth? Good luck getting it out of him. The thought alone of even trying to remember that day pains him, and no amount of focused healing can cure that ache.
Regardless, he has continued doing what he does best; saving lives, and KEEPING them alive. Only, ever since that day, he started doing it harder, giving more than he used to. He started living more. For her. For Arivelle.
Area(s) of Research: Elxi studies and dabbles in the art of brewing. The multiple different drinks, how they're formed, what to mic and what not to mix; it all intrigues him. He's always been interested in seeing if somehow, someway, somewehre, one day, they will be able to mix the tasty drinks they serve in the bars and taverns, with the remedial solutions of potions and panaceas, and hopefully keep more people standing on the battlefield as a result; no one likes drinking some nasty-tasting green stuff in a bottle to absolve their poison, but what about a tasty swish of Elinu Elixir instead? Or some Blue Wagon Beer? Or even some Pora Cola? Delicious stuff, truly.
Other Skills: Elxi' dabbles a bit in metalworking and weaponsmithing, finding interesting recipes for new tools of war during dungeon crawls and perusing the designs for the next best staff. Or, perhaps, a sharper set of Twin Blades...?
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Relationship Status:
Single and unsure about mingling
MISC. Info:Elxi' claims to focus more after a tall mug of Pora Cola, widely known as a Popori-brewed soft drink with caffeine in it. How caffeine stabilizes him, no one knows for sure, but it always ends in a request for a pause during a dungeon crawl for a quick bathroom trip around the corner of a hallway.