Post by Evil Grin on May 23, 2008 2:01:11 GMT -5
Name Urial Malus of House Baerne
Age 16 (68 in half-drow years)
Date of Birth By Acheron standards: 984, month of lightning storms. (around the 2nd of November)
Alias: The Bringer of Storms
Homelands Acheron, the 9th cycle of Hell and Menzoberranzan, one of the largest drow cities in the Underdark.
Race Half Archdevil (see unique powers and weaknesses)/Half Drow.
ClassDeath Knight
Final Lord of Hate
This is Urial's most powerful attack. By manipulating his hatred, anger and other violent emotions in general, he is able to summon a titanic mass of pure hellish energy to inflict tremendous amounts of damage. The more he grows in power, the stronger the attack becomes. The energy mass can take any form (be that beam, ball or simply a blast), shaped by Urial's willpower. There is another version of this attack where the user can manipulate the force of this energy and use it to empower his body, instead of harming his opponents. (must be lvl 25 to use it)
However, in both versions of Lord of Hate Urial surrenders a major portion of his life-energy, therefore he ends up tired and drained after he has used it. If this spell/attack is casted more than twice, there's a large chance that the user will die. Despite the monumental carnage and destruction it can produce, it's a last-measure spell at best.
Weapon Information Vanity's Soul. This is the greatsword once weilded by Burias Amon, who was known as The Hero of Chaos. Burias, feeding upon the power of the blade (and the blade upon his own too), gathered a mighty host and slaughtered his way to the throne of his homeworld. He ruled over those lands with an iron fist, becoming a bloody and cruel tyrant. But in the end, his own sword turned against him, when it allowed one of his bodyguards to weild it, who then was driven mad by the wicked sword and slew Burias, whom he had sworn to protect. The sword was passed down to many weilders across the different Planes and Universes, until it found it's way to Urial. The young half-fiend hasn't uncovered it's true powers yet and sees it merely as a sword, when in truth, Vanity's Soul is a talisman of infernal power.
Physical Description Here It is a very long black blade, yet very light in the same time, despite it's size. Black runes are carved across the blade that are painted red whenever blood flow across it's back. It radiates a strange aura of malice and dislocation, marking it as a cursed tool that can only be used by those with evil in their heart.
Enchantments Potent sorceries are woven around the sword, making it far more durable and strong than any normal weapon. It is capapble of slashing through a stone wall as if it were wood. However, it's greatest power is that it gives the weilder physical energy whenever blood flows on it and paints it's runes red (this power is unlocked at level 10 and lasts for 30 seconds). However, this sword has a will of it's own. Rebellious in nature, it might refuse to be drawn, remaining tightly sheathed in it's scabbard. Also, the more the user drains physical power from the blade, the weaker his body becomes after the duration of the spell has ended, making the weilder tire more quickly.
Armour Information Valinor's Demise. Valinor was once a drow warlock who had the infernal in his bloodline. He sold his soul to the devil's of Baator in exchange for more power, gaining incredible powers. He led a rebellion against the priestesses of Lolth in the city of Arn Harond, crushing them completely with his hell-fueled abilities. Soon the city was destroyed by another civil war and Valinor mysteriously dissapeared, leaving behind him his armour, that came to be known as Venalitor's Demise. It has been a Baerne heirloom that Urial stole after he killed his half-sister and fled Menzoberranzan.
Physical Description Here
Enchantments This armour is protected by magical runes and is expertly crafted, the metal plates connecting with the mail and robes in the most perfect way. It offers higher protection than a normal suit of plate armour, but it has no other special properties whatsoever. (Uril cannot wear it yet, he must be level 4 to do so)
Accessory Information ~None~
Physical Description
Enchantments
Personality Unlike most drow, Urial is not exactly evil. He has a cruel intelligence and is very cunning, but he couldn't be described as wicked. He is a gray man, doing both good and evil deeds as he sees fit. Avaricious and ambitious, Urial is a vain and powerhungry youth, willing to do anything to increase his standing and realise his dreams. His greatest strength are his wits and sarcastic attitude (his tongue is sharper tha any sword), as he can outsmart most drow, something that made him arrogant.(and got him into trouble more times than any man can count) Like all fiends, he is vengeful and does not let old grudges rot away with the passing of the time. His ever growing connection with the demon inside is making him more violent as the years pass, his sadism and battle-lust dangerously growing and threatening to overwhelm his sanity.
{Physical Description} Urial is tall for an elf, clearly another aspect of his demonic heritage. His eyes are a deep blue color, but turn crimson whenever his fiendish bloodlust is upon him. He is silver of hair, pale of skin (the drow have ebony skin, but Urial is a half-drow, so...) and lightly muscled. He has black claws insted of nails and his side teeth are sharper and longer than those of a normal elf. He has pointy ears, but not as large and pointy as a normal elf. He usually wears black robes over light, leather armour, a long hooded cloak and always carries two daggers hidden beneath the sleeves of his robe.
Unique Powers and Weaknesses: Urial is half drow and half Archdevil.(the most powerful sort of devils) His strength and speed are incredible, as are his senses, regenaration process and insticts. However, he is prone to berserk rages, and therefore he usually is unable to think of a strategy, despite his great cunning and intelligence. He has the unique ability to create and manipulate fire (fire 1st lvl, wind 10rd lvl, lightning 20 lvl), wind and lightning and can telepathetically communicate with those close to him. (a radius of ten meters) He is extremely vulnerable to holy spells and cannot use any healing magic or other spells that can help and benefit others. Another one of his weaknesses is that his fiendish nature is unpredictable, preventing him sometimes of using any magic, leaving meele combat as the only fighting option. He is useless with a bow and any other weapon than the sword.
He can reach his first demon form at lvl 12. It doubles the effeciency of his spell and his physica attributes, but it lasts only for 1 minute and leaves him very weak and tired after he has transformed back. He can reach the Greater Devil form at lvl 22. It triples his original physical and magical attributes, but lasts for only 30 seconds and has many more serious disadvantages. His muscler are rippd when he trnasformed back and he has to rest for three days before he can fight again. If his enemy is still alive when he transformes back from his Greater Devil form...qq Urial.
His Archdevil form is something different. It can be achieved at level 40, but can only be activated if there is a strong connection to Hell, like a portal for example. It is higly unlikely that Urial will ever reach this form. ((if he does, I'll add it and wait for it to be approved))
However, he is even more vulnerable to holy and light magic in his demon forms. For example, his weakness to a good spell is multiplied by half when he enters his first demon form. The stronger the form, the weaker he becomes. His lightning, fire and wind control don't give him the ability to completely command the elements themselves. He can use them to cast low to high level elemental spells, but he learns and masters them more slowly than the average mage. (for example, if a wizard can learn a fireball spell at 3rd level, Urial can learn it at 5th level and so on)
{Background} Born of an unknown Archdevil than dwells in the hellish realm of Acheron and a drow sorceress, Urial was quite the catch for House Baerne. His mother was slain by her own siblings, as she had made a pact with those hellish forces that were at war with Lolth, the Spider Queen. Urial was allowed to live by the House of Baerne, due to his growing fiendish powers and was to be used as a weapon to keep the other noble Houses in line. He grew up faster than the other drow children and was used as an enforcer during the wars between the Nobles of Menzoberranzan. His half-brothers and sisters hated and envied him for what he was, as well as for the fact that he was one of the few non-drow that could achieve high status in the dark elven society.
They started plotting to bring his end and Urial, oblivious to their schemes, kept doing his job with pleasure, not entirely loyal to the House. When they found out that their half-brother was... heeping a part of the profits for himself, they ran to the Matron Mother and betrayed him. Furious, she captured Urial and presented him to the rest of the House as a traitor. During the trial, the half-fiend managed to turn his scheming siblings against each other with his lies, creating quite a commotion. Using that chance, he escaped, murdering one of his half-sisters and stealed the armour known as Valinor's Demise in the process. He lived in the Underdark for a few years, feeding on traveller's and planning his vengeance, until one fateful night he returned to Menzoberranzan.
Breaking into the House of Baerne, he murdered the rest of his surviving siblings and hanged their heads from the Matron's chamber windows. Enraged, she organised a large hunting party and set out to find him in the Underdark, but had her mind devoured by one of the Mind Flayers that dwelled there. After a few years of wandering in the wilds and getting kicked out of cities, he managed to escape into a protal while being hunted by illithind slavers. The planar doorway transported him into the Ghost Shipyard. Urial, a stranger to this land, is currently trying to find out where he is...
Sample Rp ((A different character fron another site. I recently started rping, since I didn't have much time with my exams and rowing training, so plz tell me if it's bad))
"Stand fast! Stand fast, you whoresons!" the psion screamed, drawing his longsword to add to the command, his left hand holding a tight grip on the reins of his black destrier. His eyes scanned the battlefield, measuring the level of destruction. God, it was bad. He would be lucky if a couple thousand infantrymen and a handful of mounted Boyars were still alive before the day was over. color=Blue]Well, one problem at a time. Right now we need to rally the men and break out of this trap[/color][/i], he thought, looking at the fleeing men. "Who is the commanding officer among you?!" Michail screamed, trying to be heard above the mayem of the battle. A mounted man stopped before him, staring at him with fearful eyes. "I am, m'lord. This is a rout! We need to flee now or-" His words were cut short by a swing of Michail's blade, that severed his head. The entire cavarly stopped fleeing and looked at the psion. That caught their attention
"Who is the commanding officer among you now? he asked. A scarred man, his face battered by many old battle wounds, spurred his mount foward. "I am, lord" he said. "Good. I have brought with me three banners of foot and one of horse. Novgorod commands that we win this battle and we will. Time to break the jaws of this trap wide open. Michail exclaimed and without waiting for a reply, rode foward. The reinforcements he had brought with him were waiting behind, the footmen deploying in organised ranks and the cavarly following him into the fray. Ahead of him the forces of Novgorod were assaulted on both flanks. It wouldn't be long before one man threw down his spear and started running for his life. And when that happened, a thousand more would break, and they would break bad.
"Form up in column!" Michail barked to the men behind him as he rode towards the enemy's un protected right flank, made up of infantry. They had barely time to register the appearance of two thousand mounted warriors, as they were pushing the novgorodian forces from two sides. "CHARGE" Michail shouted, his eyes shinihg with battle lust and his black hair dancing wildly in the freezing northern wind. The cavarly punched through the enemy men like a spear through cheese, shouts and cries of pain rising from all directions. Michail himself laughed like a madman, slashing at unprotected necks and heads as he rode through the lines. Their infantry, seeing that help had arrived at last, redoubled their efforts, slowly but gradually pushing their enemies back. The right flank, no longer able to withstand the charge of the mounted Novgorodians, broke and started fleeing.
"Forget about them!" To the left the psion shouted at his men as he led them at the opposite enemy flank. These men had disenganged, forsaking the trapped infantry and forming up in a single line on the hill, seeing that the tables had abruptly turned. The banners of spearmen Michail had brought with him finally mobilised, moving up the hill with their shields held high. But without help from the cavarly, they would be slaughtered.
The horsemen around Michail formed three columns and began advancing, striking at the back of the enemy lines. However, the race up the hill was not an easy one and it gave the enemy infantry the chance to re-deploy themselves, placing a wall of spears in the face of the horsemen.
"What do we do now, sir?" a man next to Michail asked him. The psion looked at the spearmen and said: "They outnumber us, have a better position and their spears can probably hack us to pieces" he said quielty and shifted his gaze to the man. "What else? We attack.
Pictures Mortal Form:1, 2, 3, 4
Demon Form (1), Greater Devil Form (2), Archdevil Form (3) 1, 2, 3
Theme Song
Age 16 (68 in half-drow years)
Date of Birth By Acheron standards: 984, month of lightning storms. (around the 2nd of November)
Alias: The Bringer of Storms
Homelands Acheron, the 9th cycle of Hell and Menzoberranzan, one of the largest drow cities in the Underdark.
Race Half Archdevil (see unique powers and weaknesses)/Half Drow.
ClassDeath Knight
Final Lord of Hate
This is Urial's most powerful attack. By manipulating his hatred, anger and other violent emotions in general, he is able to summon a titanic mass of pure hellish energy to inflict tremendous amounts of damage. The more he grows in power, the stronger the attack becomes. The energy mass can take any form (be that beam, ball or simply a blast), shaped by Urial's willpower. There is another version of this attack where the user can manipulate the force of this energy and use it to empower his body, instead of harming his opponents. (must be lvl 25 to use it)
However, in both versions of Lord of Hate Urial surrenders a major portion of his life-energy, therefore he ends up tired and drained after he has used it. If this spell/attack is casted more than twice, there's a large chance that the user will die. Despite the monumental carnage and destruction it can produce, it's a last-measure spell at best.
Weapon Information Vanity's Soul. This is the greatsword once weilded by Burias Amon, who was known as The Hero of Chaos. Burias, feeding upon the power of the blade (and the blade upon his own too), gathered a mighty host and slaughtered his way to the throne of his homeworld. He ruled over those lands with an iron fist, becoming a bloody and cruel tyrant. But in the end, his own sword turned against him, when it allowed one of his bodyguards to weild it, who then was driven mad by the wicked sword and slew Burias, whom he had sworn to protect. The sword was passed down to many weilders across the different Planes and Universes, until it found it's way to Urial. The young half-fiend hasn't uncovered it's true powers yet and sees it merely as a sword, when in truth, Vanity's Soul is a talisman of infernal power.
Physical Description Here It is a very long black blade, yet very light in the same time, despite it's size. Black runes are carved across the blade that are painted red whenever blood flow across it's back. It radiates a strange aura of malice and dislocation, marking it as a cursed tool that can only be used by those with evil in their heart.
Enchantments Potent sorceries are woven around the sword, making it far more durable and strong than any normal weapon. It is capapble of slashing through a stone wall as if it were wood. However, it's greatest power is that it gives the weilder physical energy whenever blood flows on it and paints it's runes red (this power is unlocked at level 10 and lasts for 30 seconds). However, this sword has a will of it's own. Rebellious in nature, it might refuse to be drawn, remaining tightly sheathed in it's scabbard. Also, the more the user drains physical power from the blade, the weaker his body becomes after the duration of the spell has ended, making the weilder tire more quickly.
Armour Information Valinor's Demise. Valinor was once a drow warlock who had the infernal in his bloodline. He sold his soul to the devil's of Baator in exchange for more power, gaining incredible powers. He led a rebellion against the priestesses of Lolth in the city of Arn Harond, crushing them completely with his hell-fueled abilities. Soon the city was destroyed by another civil war and Valinor mysteriously dissapeared, leaving behind him his armour, that came to be known as Venalitor's Demise. It has been a Baerne heirloom that Urial stole after he killed his half-sister and fled Menzoberranzan.
Physical Description Here
Enchantments This armour is protected by magical runes and is expertly crafted, the metal plates connecting with the mail and robes in the most perfect way. It offers higher protection than a normal suit of plate armour, but it has no other special properties whatsoever. (Uril cannot wear it yet, he must be level 4 to do so)
Accessory Information ~None~
Physical Description
Enchantments
Personality Unlike most drow, Urial is not exactly evil. He has a cruel intelligence and is very cunning, but he couldn't be described as wicked. He is a gray man, doing both good and evil deeds as he sees fit. Avaricious and ambitious, Urial is a vain and powerhungry youth, willing to do anything to increase his standing and realise his dreams. His greatest strength are his wits and sarcastic attitude (his tongue is sharper tha any sword), as he can outsmart most drow, something that made him arrogant.(and got him into trouble more times than any man can count) Like all fiends, he is vengeful and does not let old grudges rot away with the passing of the time. His ever growing connection with the demon inside is making him more violent as the years pass, his sadism and battle-lust dangerously growing and threatening to overwhelm his sanity.
{Physical Description} Urial is tall for an elf, clearly another aspect of his demonic heritage. His eyes are a deep blue color, but turn crimson whenever his fiendish bloodlust is upon him. He is silver of hair, pale of skin (the drow have ebony skin, but Urial is a half-drow, so...) and lightly muscled. He has black claws insted of nails and his side teeth are sharper and longer than those of a normal elf. He has pointy ears, but not as large and pointy as a normal elf. He usually wears black robes over light, leather armour, a long hooded cloak and always carries two daggers hidden beneath the sleeves of his robe.
Unique Powers and Weaknesses: Urial is half drow and half Archdevil.(the most powerful sort of devils) His strength and speed are incredible, as are his senses, regenaration process and insticts. However, he is prone to berserk rages, and therefore he usually is unable to think of a strategy, despite his great cunning and intelligence. He has the unique ability to create and manipulate fire (fire 1st lvl, wind 10rd lvl, lightning 20 lvl), wind and lightning and can telepathetically communicate with those close to him. (a radius of ten meters) He is extremely vulnerable to holy spells and cannot use any healing magic or other spells that can help and benefit others. Another one of his weaknesses is that his fiendish nature is unpredictable, preventing him sometimes of using any magic, leaving meele combat as the only fighting option. He is useless with a bow and any other weapon than the sword.
He can reach his first demon form at lvl 12. It doubles the effeciency of his spell and his physica attributes, but it lasts only for 1 minute and leaves him very weak and tired after he has transformed back. He can reach the Greater Devil form at lvl 22. It triples his original physical and magical attributes, but lasts for only 30 seconds and has many more serious disadvantages. His muscler are rippd when he trnasformed back and he has to rest for three days before he can fight again. If his enemy is still alive when he transformes back from his Greater Devil form...qq Urial.
His Archdevil form is something different. It can be achieved at level 40, but can only be activated if there is a strong connection to Hell, like a portal for example. It is higly unlikely that Urial will ever reach this form. ((if he does, I'll add it and wait for it to be approved))
However, he is even more vulnerable to holy and light magic in his demon forms. For example, his weakness to a good spell is multiplied by half when he enters his first demon form. The stronger the form, the weaker he becomes. His lightning, fire and wind control don't give him the ability to completely command the elements themselves. He can use them to cast low to high level elemental spells, but he learns and masters them more slowly than the average mage. (for example, if a wizard can learn a fireball spell at 3rd level, Urial can learn it at 5th level and so on)
{Background} Born of an unknown Archdevil than dwells in the hellish realm of Acheron and a drow sorceress, Urial was quite the catch for House Baerne. His mother was slain by her own siblings, as she had made a pact with those hellish forces that were at war with Lolth, the Spider Queen. Urial was allowed to live by the House of Baerne, due to his growing fiendish powers and was to be used as a weapon to keep the other noble Houses in line. He grew up faster than the other drow children and was used as an enforcer during the wars between the Nobles of Menzoberranzan. His half-brothers and sisters hated and envied him for what he was, as well as for the fact that he was one of the few non-drow that could achieve high status in the dark elven society.
They started plotting to bring his end and Urial, oblivious to their schemes, kept doing his job with pleasure, not entirely loyal to the House. When they found out that their half-brother was... heeping a part of the profits for himself, they ran to the Matron Mother and betrayed him. Furious, she captured Urial and presented him to the rest of the House as a traitor. During the trial, the half-fiend managed to turn his scheming siblings against each other with his lies, creating quite a commotion. Using that chance, he escaped, murdering one of his half-sisters and stealed the armour known as Valinor's Demise in the process. He lived in the Underdark for a few years, feeding on traveller's and planning his vengeance, until one fateful night he returned to Menzoberranzan.
Breaking into the House of Baerne, he murdered the rest of his surviving siblings and hanged their heads from the Matron's chamber windows. Enraged, she organised a large hunting party and set out to find him in the Underdark, but had her mind devoured by one of the Mind Flayers that dwelled there. After a few years of wandering in the wilds and getting kicked out of cities, he managed to escape into a protal while being hunted by illithind slavers. The planar doorway transported him into the Ghost Shipyard. Urial, a stranger to this land, is currently trying to find out where he is...
Sample Rp ((A different character fron another site. I recently started rping, since I didn't have much time with my exams and rowing training, so plz tell me if it's bad))
"Stand fast! Stand fast, you whoresons!" the psion screamed, drawing his longsword to add to the command, his left hand holding a tight grip on the reins of his black destrier. His eyes scanned the battlefield, measuring the level of destruction. God, it was bad. He would be lucky if a couple thousand infantrymen and a handful of mounted Boyars were still alive before the day was over. color=Blue]Well, one problem at a time. Right now we need to rally the men and break out of this trap[/color][/i], he thought, looking at the fleeing men. "Who is the commanding officer among you?!" Michail screamed, trying to be heard above the mayem of the battle. A mounted man stopped before him, staring at him with fearful eyes. "I am, m'lord. This is a rout! We need to flee now or-" His words were cut short by a swing of Michail's blade, that severed his head. The entire cavarly stopped fleeing and looked at the psion. That caught their attention
"Who is the commanding officer among you now? he asked. A scarred man, his face battered by many old battle wounds, spurred his mount foward. "I am, lord" he said. "Good. I have brought with me three banners of foot and one of horse. Novgorod commands that we win this battle and we will. Time to break the jaws of this trap wide open. Michail exclaimed and without waiting for a reply, rode foward. The reinforcements he had brought with him were waiting behind, the footmen deploying in organised ranks and the cavarly following him into the fray. Ahead of him the forces of Novgorod were assaulted on both flanks. It wouldn't be long before one man threw down his spear and started running for his life. And when that happened, a thousand more would break, and they would break bad.
"Form up in column!" Michail barked to the men behind him as he rode towards the enemy's un protected right flank, made up of infantry. They had barely time to register the appearance of two thousand mounted warriors, as they were pushing the novgorodian forces from two sides. "CHARGE" Michail shouted, his eyes shinihg with battle lust and his black hair dancing wildly in the freezing northern wind. The cavarly punched through the enemy men like a spear through cheese, shouts and cries of pain rising from all directions. Michail himself laughed like a madman, slashing at unprotected necks and heads as he rode through the lines. Their infantry, seeing that help had arrived at last, redoubled their efforts, slowly but gradually pushing their enemies back. The right flank, no longer able to withstand the charge of the mounted Novgorodians, broke and started fleeing.
"Forget about them!" To the left the psion shouted at his men as he led them at the opposite enemy flank. These men had disenganged, forsaking the trapped infantry and forming up in a single line on the hill, seeing that the tables had abruptly turned. The banners of spearmen Michail had brought with him finally mobilised, moving up the hill with their shields held high. But without help from the cavarly, they would be slaughtered.
The horsemen around Michail formed three columns and began advancing, striking at the back of the enemy lines. However, the race up the hill was not an easy one and it gave the enemy infantry the chance to re-deploy themselves, placing a wall of spears in the face of the horsemen.
"What do we do now, sir?" a man next to Michail asked him. The psion looked at the spearmen and said: "They outnumber us, have a better position and their spears can probably hack us to pieces" he said quielty and shifted his gaze to the man. "What else? We attack.
Pictures Mortal Form:1, 2, 3, 4
Demon Form (1), Greater Devil Form (2), Archdevil Form (3) 1, 2, 3
Theme Song
