Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 14, 2007 0:55:26 GMT -5
Name: Orodreth Telpherien
Gender: Male
Age: 845 years (Though he appears to be only 17 years old)
Time at TMA: 4 years
Class: Spellcaster (undefined)
Race: Half Elf
Weapon info: Gulken Tarsek- the dagger that Orodeth never seems without and has saved him on countless occasions, it carries no special traits but it is indeed well crafted with an ivory handle inlaid with onxy.
Velodil- the bow that he carries with him into battle which was made by none other than the drows and is of the finest craftsmanship available to any race or galaxy. Any arrow shot from Velodil is guaranteed to hit it's target with lethal force though one must have knowledge of the skill of marksmanship since this weapon doesn't hand over this gift quickly. It seems to have it's own mind as it chooses the target itself and meerly taking your own will as a suggestion on the path of the target- still, it always hits the target!
Special Abilities: He seems to have a light touch in all forms of magic though he seems to mostly focus on bending the wills of others for use in battle by sending his own magic into the minds of his opponents as well as casting certain spells into the blood and bone for a strenuous and painful kind of attack. He's also handy with excorcisms.
Background: He never seems to like talking about his past and little has been found out about it though whatever it was involved a small gecko and a royal court- but still specifics haven't been found.
Physical Description: He always seems to be just out of sight untill he wants to be discovered and at that moment he may be nonchalantly leaning against a wall with a relaxed expression on his inhumanly perfect face.His skin is the oddest hue of deep orange and his hair is tied back and the color of hot embers as it reflects light though otherwise it's pure black as it flows to his shoulderblades like water. His azure eyes glint with the thoughts that ebb and flow through his mind though what exactly they are isn't exactly something one can be sure about- they simply seem to show emotion in a way that words never seem capable of. On his left arm is a large tribal tattoo though he'll avoid ever bringing it up- if you do manage to talk about it though then you may learn a great deal about him. He'll never walk away from a fight and, he usually speaks softly in tone but his words carry the edge of a steel blade.
He wears many rings on his left hand as well as fingerless gloves on both of his hands and a leather jacket with a hood that never seems up though the edge of it is lined in fur, the sleeves of the dark brown leather jacket are too long for his slender arms and progress off of his thin, sensitive hands to hide them from view. Usually the jacket is left open to reveal the dark green shirt with one or two stains here or there, though they aren't too prominent. Well fitted jeans run down to his faded converses, a dagger at his side that rests in an elaborately decorated hilt to keep him imminently prepared for a fight though when he purposefully goes into battle he carries a bow and a quivver of arrows fletched with raven feathers and tipped with black steel. The other teachers here at the academy joke that he's more like a student than a teacher but he simply lets it brush aside so he can continue with his life.
Students: Cowl
Gender: Male
Age: 845 years (Though he appears to be only 17 years old)
Time at TMA: 4 years
Class: Spellcaster (undefined)
Race: Half Elf
Weapon info: Gulken Tarsek- the dagger that Orodeth never seems without and has saved him on countless occasions, it carries no special traits but it is indeed well crafted with an ivory handle inlaid with onxy.
Velodil- the bow that he carries with him into battle which was made by none other than the drows and is of the finest craftsmanship available to any race or galaxy. Any arrow shot from Velodil is guaranteed to hit it's target with lethal force though one must have knowledge of the skill of marksmanship since this weapon doesn't hand over this gift quickly. It seems to have it's own mind as it chooses the target itself and meerly taking your own will as a suggestion on the path of the target- still, it always hits the target!
Special Abilities: He seems to have a light touch in all forms of magic though he seems to mostly focus on bending the wills of others for use in battle by sending his own magic into the minds of his opponents as well as casting certain spells into the blood and bone for a strenuous and painful kind of attack. He's also handy with excorcisms.
Background: He never seems to like talking about his past and little has been found out about it though whatever it was involved a small gecko and a royal court- but still specifics haven't been found.
Physical Description: He always seems to be just out of sight untill he wants to be discovered and at that moment he may be nonchalantly leaning against a wall with a relaxed expression on his inhumanly perfect face.His skin is the oddest hue of deep orange and his hair is tied back and the color of hot embers as it reflects light though otherwise it's pure black as it flows to his shoulderblades like water. His azure eyes glint with the thoughts that ebb and flow through his mind though what exactly they are isn't exactly something one can be sure about- they simply seem to show emotion in a way that words never seem capable of. On his left arm is a large tribal tattoo though he'll avoid ever bringing it up- if you do manage to talk about it though then you may learn a great deal about him. He'll never walk away from a fight and, he usually speaks softly in tone but his words carry the edge of a steel blade.
He wears many rings on his left hand as well as fingerless gloves on both of his hands and a leather jacket with a hood that never seems up though the edge of it is lined in fur, the sleeves of the dark brown leather jacket are too long for his slender arms and progress off of his thin, sensitive hands to hide them from view. Usually the jacket is left open to reveal the dark green shirt with one or two stains here or there, though they aren't too prominent. Well fitted jeans run down to his faded converses, a dagger at his side that rests in an elaborately decorated hilt to keep him imminently prepared for a fight though when he purposefully goes into battle he carries a bow and a quivver of arrows fletched with raven feathers and tipped with black steel. The other teachers here at the academy joke that he's more like a student than a teacher but he simply lets it brush aside so he can continue with his life.
Students: Cowl
