Post by Nedren on Jan 27, 2015 11:46:13 GMT -8
First Name:
Nedren
Last Name:
Maelfius
Nicknames:
Ned
Race:
High Elf
Sex/Gender:
Male
Age:
35(19 Elven judgment)
Class:
Warrior
Appearance: My hair is platinum white hair formed in the style of long and able to flow in the wind while bangs end near of my collarbone as well hiding the left-side of my face. Subtly shaped high compressed cheekbones integrate with my slim features of sapphire blue eyes, lips, and nose compose my commonly known neutral visage. Even though my ears are slightly smaller than my peers protrude upward in a 75 degree angle and placed closely to my skull. My skin is to more pale than most elves that are around because even when I was young I preferred being more active during nights, while my leather armor is a custom designed piece of art as it comprises of a metallic piece that covers my upper torso with the jowls of a dragon on the left side of the darkly colored hide of contrasts to my near marble-white flesh which is forming the pattern of scales from the beast while the right shoulder spaulder was inspired by my kind's insignia.
Personality: Even though I maybe the age of a fully mature human adult yet with my own kind I'm roughly the age of an adolescent of seventeen. So keeping that in mind I do my best of being and acting mature through the ways of thoughtfulness, serenity, in an ardent manner, I try to avoid most social situations I prefer being alone and rather feel uncomfortable in large crowds in a compacted area. While doing so I maybe considered apathetic yet I care about other person's well being. While in the right or wrong situation occurs I become an immature spitfire if you provoke me personally or to those I care about. In example oppressing mine or their right of freedom. When inspiration overwhelms my mind with that new insight I will be so obsessed and engrossed on my project that I will not halt until the undertaking is complete for only the results are important. May it be successful or a complete failure either way it will inspire me to move on. So what if a few explosions have to be conducted or mixing unstable materials together, it if it will strive us over "good enough" so be it. Be wary when I twitch sporadically because that would be my madness being released that was formed by me getting too close to the Core in Allemantheia and that I hope no one will see me become a maniac motivated by of elves remaking their empire or the like of that nature...then again brilliance and madness are two faces of the same coin.
Backstory: I had a hard childhood for the fact I was a constant disappointment to both my parents for which I didn't want to be the leader of the clans that our way of life was composed of for which I was raised in the "Forgotten Ways" near the city that divided my kind away from our other kin by the Desert Jewel. When I was beginning to read by our lore-master I curiously delve into the keep of shelves and knowledge. During one such endeavor I found a dusty scroll which in the original lettering written out "Five Ways". I of course intrigued by that name for which I was five at the time saw intricate illustrations of figures holding a sword in each hand then I hid it under a few units of shelving for only I know of it's secret hiding place. As I begin a better understanding of the script I began reading the passage of "Ascending Flame", which is "Before one can practice this aggressive fighting technique they need to begin to understand the concept of sacrificing some defense for a better portion of power. To master this style one needs to understand and apply to timing and situation when to use or not to use this technique. As a helpful point, keep your blades sharp yet your mind sharper."
Three years after contemplating this new found knowledge my first training drills begin with my peers yet we were learning a way I saw in the scroll yet it didn't interest me for which this style was named "Flowing Water" for our instructor was my uncle which he also despised me. Sometimes even more-so than my own parents, from an earlier group of his students I was hearing stories of how strict he was and the reinforcement strategies he upholds to. Sadly enough I wasn't expecting to be an exception for I was his sister's younger son and even more depressing I was right. Months and months of tiring exercises of a style that I absolutely abhorred all of the concepts and skills of this way except for one move, "Cascading Gyre". Soon after learning this dodging movement I supplemented this maneuver into my style and thus the origin of my personal way "Flowing Water Ascending Fire Dragon".
Area of Research: M.E.C.H.A(Mana-Fluctuated Enhancement Contraption Humanoid Augmentation)My personal field of research and development is that of applying inorganic contraptions organic functions or an organic being having an inorganic addition and both pieces can become one, (in example Functional metal wings attached to a being's nervous system.) through the use of a flux which is a canister holding the user's personal aether which then is connected by a metal tube to a gauntlet able to have the aether apply to the added piece and/or appendage.
I founded M.E.C.H.A myself while I was drilling in my lonesome of the newly formed way in my personal sanctuary. In the middle of doing so I founded a nearly dead tiger cub whose fur is the same white of my hair. It's injuries were of slashes, gashes while a few arrows was extruding from his coat. Hope against hope I immediately grasped the poor beast and ran to nearest city I know of Allemantheia. Having faith of the father of all Elves Karas smiling down on me that I was able to make to the city and find a priest or mystic before the bairn exhaled his departing breath. I indeed was able to find a rather beautiful female High Elf with jet black hair styled in a short wild manner, holding a single rod in her right hand knowing full well that she was a mystic. She quickly produced a bloody scarlet orb and gently forces my wounded friend's jaws surrounding the sphere. Suddenly all the wounds close after I was instructed to pull out the arrows. The both us saved my first companion's life for after some rest he was very protective of me by utilizing his fangs and again keeping hold to the traditions I was taught in I named him Falkiir which in modern translation means Ferocious Fang. Later I acquaintance myself to the mystic I meant and she asked me if I was interested to join the Mysterium as her apprentice for she saw in me was an inborn talent of manipulating the true form of mana in it's unused, raw, and unstable form aether.
I of course accepted her proposal and soon afterward I tame another creature that no one thought was possible a dragon. I was only able to do so for during one of our duties was to get readings off of the Core and I lost my footing for my side of the platform gave way and I landed on top of the blue crystal which with closer examination uncertain if my eyes were tricking me or not I think what I saw was a crystallized complete skeleton of a dragon in that sky-blue jewel. I at the time was only sixteen through that of Elven calculation a new thing come into my mind. A voice sounding that of a reptilian nature enters my mind whispering of forgotten pasts and foretelling of the unknown future and this day forth I still harbor this entity and every once in awhile his essence overpowers my psyche and each time this does so I black out yet once I get out of it new knowledge surges through my head. On the second day of having this cursed blessing I ventured out of the tall walls that surround this majestic city and I founded a lonely egg about the size of a coconut yet retaining the shape of a pine-cone and having the smoothness and hardness of a water eroded stone. I again curious of what this object is after I grab a hold of it the egg begins to stir and cracks formed on the surface by a small horn which by my observation is near the nostrils continues to chip away at that one spot until a slimy four legged lizard adorned with spikes following it's spine and five horns are protruding at the back of it's serpentine-like head. The eyes of this intriguing creature is that of a softly melted golden amber while the scales is the exact same red as I saw nine years ago of that magical orb yet when the sunlight hits the scales a blue highlight similar of that of the Core shimmer. Curious by this creature which launched itself at my neck and coiling itself like a choker around my nape. Soon afterward I begin to head back to my mentor even though of her delicate build she was able to avoid the fall by grasping the edge of the lift.
Then drastic news came from a messenger came from my clan's holdout for which once in awhile when I found down-time between breaks of practicing with my new art as well keeping my skills sharp the news was that of an invasion of Lokian cultists was targeting my home.
Other Skills: I specialize in quickly made out improvised plans as well those that take time to achieve even though I'm quick on my feet for my quick assailing strikes yet on many occasions the most fulfilling result is one that has an unknown outcome both in my field of research and in combative situations. My endless curiosity helps me venture and surpass those that just want "good enough". As my mind as it is I have a fast learning of a more common art that is composed of making scrolls and potions through alchemical ratios and formulas for which I'm gladly to craft for those that wish for me to use my talent in their stead. Also the voice seems to be showing me things and these will be identified in time.
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Relationship Status:
Searching for a non-Elin female partner for which that one of the many customs in "Forgotten Way" that Elins are sacred beings and thus a more earthly being can't even court these gentle creatures yet they still can be friends.
Back-story After-story: I mounted on top of the fully grown Falkiir whom is proportionate to a horse and adorned with silver armor with blue arcane marks within the design, I fully aware of a possible full-scale battle yet there was one thing I wasn't though my first blackout. With haste I head back to my parents for the first time I feel I'm not a disgrace after both of them and to my uncle see me ready to establish a plan yet I'm still unknowing of our opponent's full force except for one scout that does know which she and I discussed deeply for about an hour of the formulated plan which needed the help of the Valkyon Federation's help...they declined our need of aid because they were preparing for an Expedition. The last thing I remember during the battle was that we were winning until ten siege Nagas broke through our defenses. Instead of me in the actual battle I was seeing myself and patrols heading towards an island with a weird stone-like tree in the center on the backs of pegasi accompanied with airships.
When I come to the federation finally decided to come along and sadly enough there was an arrogant human beserker named Burke who forced my friend strip from her armor and forcing her on him yet thankfully right after I became unconscious I found out that I'm able to temporarily able to shift my left arm into a talon similar to that of my dragon-ling friends' scales who sadly enough isn't with me for the Mysterium are just observing him yet before my dear friend undid her her belt I gave Burke a scratch on his ugly mug, soon after my arm reverted back to normal he instead forced me to depart with my all belongings well except my scroll that is for was only perceivable by an Elven's gaze. Ever since that day I blame this war on the federation for the destruction of my home and the failure of stopping a war by winning a single battle for which we are the first casualties of the Argon War.
For quite some time I feel trapped within a cage of oppressive corruption similar to the restrictions I loathed when I was younger, not allowed to ask questions follow blindly to orders of your "superiors", and also not approving free-minded thinking. Day after day of constant conditioning I finally lost what small reputation I attained by doing repetitive boring tasks for my old mentor visited me in the barracks and recommended me to get court-marshaled and enter the Hands of Velika. She told me "Lose all what you already didn't gain yet you have find way of doing so because most of the time you have to open the door by yourself."
That night I entered Burke's private room to "steal" back my possessions which are the last remnants of my life that are a Noruk leather satchel holding my samples of the smaller projects, notes of my larger devices, a few texts both for reference and entertainment, basic cooking, survival and medical tools and supplies with of course a money pouch.
I was glad of raising in yet not joyful of the forced training. The timing was preformed as I calculated by luring that arrogant human to the tavern of tales of a skillful Castanic seductress. His room had scattered flasks and empty kegs which I don't understand how a kind can drink such a disgusting tasted beverage for Burke was a constant host of such parties yet he was more known for his consistent acts of debauchery . For I'm on more of a refined fondness towards one after aimless wandering. My plan went accordingly for I obtained all my reacquired gear and swiftly created parcel towards the Mysterium for the headquarters of the Hands was a little too suspicious. The next day comes and many eye accounts witnessed me of lock picking and entering into the arrogant human's suite, I of course expected this to happen because I to also planned of being caught for I asked my only friend to rat me out of what I have done but not why or what I "stole". A long and boring, listening about for at least for three hours which I wasn't really paying much attention to for I was in my mind thinking how working with allies of a similar independent thought pattern yet reaching for that better tomorrow by aiding the federation yet capable of slaying those of malevolent ulterior motives without consequence or needing for an alibi.
Nedren
Last Name:
Maelfius
Nicknames:
Ned
Race:
High Elf
Sex/Gender:
Male
Age:
35(19 Elven judgment)
Class:
Warrior
Appearance: My hair is platinum white hair formed in the style of long and able to flow in the wind while bangs end near of my collarbone as well hiding the left-side of my face. Subtly shaped high compressed cheekbones integrate with my slim features of sapphire blue eyes, lips, and nose compose my commonly known neutral visage. Even though my ears are slightly smaller than my peers protrude upward in a 75 degree angle and placed closely to my skull. My skin is to more pale than most elves that are around because even when I was young I preferred being more active during nights, while my leather armor is a custom designed piece of art as it comprises of a metallic piece that covers my upper torso with the jowls of a dragon on the left side of the darkly colored hide of contrasts to my near marble-white flesh which is forming the pattern of scales from the beast while the right shoulder spaulder was inspired by my kind's insignia.
Personality: Even though I maybe the age of a fully mature human adult yet with my own kind I'm roughly the age of an adolescent of seventeen. So keeping that in mind I do my best of being and acting mature through the ways of thoughtfulness, serenity, in an ardent manner, I try to avoid most social situations I prefer being alone and rather feel uncomfortable in large crowds in a compacted area. While doing so I maybe considered apathetic yet I care about other person's well being. While in the right or wrong situation occurs I become an immature spitfire if you provoke me personally or to those I care about. In example oppressing mine or their right of freedom. When inspiration overwhelms my mind with that new insight I will be so obsessed and engrossed on my project that I will not halt until the undertaking is complete for only the results are important. May it be successful or a complete failure either way it will inspire me to move on. So what if a few explosions have to be conducted or mixing unstable materials together, it if it will strive us over "good enough" so be it. Be wary when I twitch sporadically because that would be my madness being released that was formed by me getting too close to the Core in Allemantheia and that I hope no one will see me become a maniac motivated by of elves remaking their empire or the like of that nature...then again brilliance and madness are two faces of the same coin.
Backstory: I had a hard childhood for the fact I was a constant disappointment to both my parents for which I didn't want to be the leader of the clans that our way of life was composed of for which I was raised in the "Forgotten Ways" near the city that divided my kind away from our other kin by the Desert Jewel. When I was beginning to read by our lore-master I curiously delve into the keep of shelves and knowledge. During one such endeavor I found a dusty scroll which in the original lettering written out "Five Ways". I of course intrigued by that name for which I was five at the time saw intricate illustrations of figures holding a sword in each hand then I hid it under a few units of shelving for only I know of it's secret hiding place. As I begin a better understanding of the script I began reading the passage of "Ascending Flame", which is "Before one can practice this aggressive fighting technique they need to begin to understand the concept of sacrificing some defense for a better portion of power. To master this style one needs to understand and apply to timing and situation when to use or not to use this technique. As a helpful point, keep your blades sharp yet your mind sharper."
Three years after contemplating this new found knowledge my first training drills begin with my peers yet we were learning a way I saw in the scroll yet it didn't interest me for which this style was named "Flowing Water" for our instructor was my uncle which he also despised me. Sometimes even more-so than my own parents, from an earlier group of his students I was hearing stories of how strict he was and the reinforcement strategies he upholds to. Sadly enough I wasn't expecting to be an exception for I was his sister's younger son and even more depressing I was right. Months and months of tiring exercises of a style that I absolutely abhorred all of the concepts and skills of this way except for one move, "Cascading Gyre". Soon after learning this dodging movement I supplemented this maneuver into my style and thus the origin of my personal way "Flowing Water Ascending Fire Dragon".
Area of Research: M.E.C.H.A(Mana-Fluctuated Enhancement Contraption Humanoid Augmentation)My personal field of research and development is that of applying inorganic contraptions organic functions or an organic being having an inorganic addition and both pieces can become one, (in example Functional metal wings attached to a being's nervous system.) through the use of a flux which is a canister holding the user's personal aether which then is connected by a metal tube to a gauntlet able to have the aether apply to the added piece and/or appendage.
I founded M.E.C.H.A myself while I was drilling in my lonesome of the newly formed way in my personal sanctuary. In the middle of doing so I founded a nearly dead tiger cub whose fur is the same white of my hair. It's injuries were of slashes, gashes while a few arrows was extruding from his coat. Hope against hope I immediately grasped the poor beast and ran to nearest city I know of Allemantheia. Having faith of the father of all Elves Karas smiling down on me that I was able to make to the city and find a priest or mystic before the bairn exhaled his departing breath. I indeed was able to find a rather beautiful female High Elf with jet black hair styled in a short wild manner, holding a single rod in her right hand knowing full well that she was a mystic. She quickly produced a bloody scarlet orb and gently forces my wounded friend's jaws surrounding the sphere. Suddenly all the wounds close after I was instructed to pull out the arrows. The both us saved my first companion's life for after some rest he was very protective of me by utilizing his fangs and again keeping hold to the traditions I was taught in I named him Falkiir which in modern translation means Ferocious Fang. Later I acquaintance myself to the mystic I meant and she asked me if I was interested to join the Mysterium as her apprentice for she saw in me was an inborn talent of manipulating the true form of mana in it's unused, raw, and unstable form aether.
I of course accepted her proposal and soon afterward I tame another creature that no one thought was possible a dragon. I was only able to do so for during one of our duties was to get readings off of the Core and I lost my footing for my side of the platform gave way and I landed on top of the blue crystal which with closer examination uncertain if my eyes were tricking me or not I think what I saw was a crystallized complete skeleton of a dragon in that sky-blue jewel. I at the time was only sixteen through that of Elven calculation a new thing come into my mind. A voice sounding that of a reptilian nature enters my mind whispering of forgotten pasts and foretelling of the unknown future and this day forth I still harbor this entity and every once in awhile his essence overpowers my psyche and each time this does so I black out yet once I get out of it new knowledge surges through my head. On the second day of having this cursed blessing I ventured out of the tall walls that surround this majestic city and I founded a lonely egg about the size of a coconut yet retaining the shape of a pine-cone and having the smoothness and hardness of a water eroded stone. I again curious of what this object is after I grab a hold of it the egg begins to stir and cracks formed on the surface by a small horn which by my observation is near the nostrils continues to chip away at that one spot until a slimy four legged lizard adorned with spikes following it's spine and five horns are protruding at the back of it's serpentine-like head. The eyes of this intriguing creature is that of a softly melted golden amber while the scales is the exact same red as I saw nine years ago of that magical orb yet when the sunlight hits the scales a blue highlight similar of that of the Core shimmer. Curious by this creature which launched itself at my neck and coiling itself like a choker around my nape. Soon afterward I begin to head back to my mentor even though of her delicate build she was able to avoid the fall by grasping the edge of the lift.
Then drastic news came from a messenger came from my clan's holdout for which once in awhile when I found down-time between breaks of practicing with my new art as well keeping my skills sharp the news was that of an invasion of Lokian cultists was targeting my home.
Other Skills: I specialize in quickly made out improvised plans as well those that take time to achieve even though I'm quick on my feet for my quick assailing strikes yet on many occasions the most fulfilling result is one that has an unknown outcome both in my field of research and in combative situations. My endless curiosity helps me venture and surpass those that just want "good enough". As my mind as it is I have a fast learning of a more common art that is composed of making scrolls and potions through alchemical ratios and formulas for which I'm gladly to craft for those that wish for me to use my talent in their stead. Also the voice seems to be showing me things and these will be identified in time.
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Relationship Status:
Searching for a non-Elin female partner for which that one of the many customs in "Forgotten Way" that Elins are sacred beings and thus a more earthly being can't even court these gentle creatures yet they still can be friends.
Back-story After-story: I mounted on top of the fully grown Falkiir whom is proportionate to a horse and adorned with silver armor with blue arcane marks within the design, I fully aware of a possible full-scale battle yet there was one thing I wasn't though my first blackout. With haste I head back to my parents for the first time I feel I'm not a disgrace after both of them and to my uncle see me ready to establish a plan yet I'm still unknowing of our opponent's full force except for one scout that does know which she and I discussed deeply for about an hour of the formulated plan which needed the help of the Valkyon Federation's help...they declined our need of aid because they were preparing for an Expedition. The last thing I remember during the battle was that we were winning until ten siege Nagas broke through our defenses. Instead of me in the actual battle I was seeing myself and patrols heading towards an island with a weird stone-like tree in the center on the backs of pegasi accompanied with airships.
When I come to the federation finally decided to come along and sadly enough there was an arrogant human beserker named Burke who forced my friend strip from her armor and forcing her on him yet thankfully right after I became unconscious I found out that I'm able to temporarily able to shift my left arm into a talon similar to that of my dragon-ling friends' scales who sadly enough isn't with me for the Mysterium are just observing him yet before my dear friend undid her her belt I gave Burke a scratch on his ugly mug, soon after my arm reverted back to normal he instead forced me to depart with my all belongings well except my scroll that is for was only perceivable by an Elven's gaze. Ever since that day I blame this war on the federation for the destruction of my home and the failure of stopping a war by winning a single battle for which we are the first casualties of the Argon War.
For quite some time I feel trapped within a cage of oppressive corruption similar to the restrictions I loathed when I was younger, not allowed to ask questions follow blindly to orders of your "superiors", and also not approving free-minded thinking. Day after day of constant conditioning I finally lost what small reputation I attained by doing repetitive boring tasks for my old mentor visited me in the barracks and recommended me to get court-marshaled and enter the Hands of Velika. She told me "Lose all what you already didn't gain yet you have find way of doing so because most of the time you have to open the door by yourself."
That night I entered Burke's private room to "steal" back my possessions which are the last remnants of my life that are a Noruk leather satchel holding my samples of the smaller projects, notes of my larger devices, a few texts both for reference and entertainment, basic cooking, survival and medical tools and supplies with of course a money pouch.
I was glad of raising in yet not joyful of the forced training. The timing was preformed as I calculated by luring that arrogant human to the tavern of tales of a skillful Castanic seductress. His room had scattered flasks and empty kegs which I don't understand how a kind can drink such a disgusting tasted beverage for Burke was a constant host of such parties yet he was more known for his consistent acts of debauchery . For I'm on more of a refined fondness towards one after aimless wandering. My plan went accordingly for I obtained all my reacquired gear and swiftly created parcel towards the Mysterium for the headquarters of the Hands was a little too suspicious. The next day comes and many eye accounts witnessed me of lock picking and entering into the arrogant human's suite, I of course expected this to happen because I to also planned of being caught for I asked my only friend to rat me out of what I have done but not why or what I "stole". A long and boring, listening about for at least for three hours which I wasn't really paying much attention to for I was in my mind thinking how working with allies of a similar independent thought pattern yet reaching for that better tomorrow by aiding the federation yet capable of slaying those of malevolent ulterior motives without consequence or needing for an alibi.