Arzar's Characters: Oropher, Kirilenko And Ilo

[Bat Druid 140]

Character Name Oropher Deathsbane

Nicknames: Oro, The Bat Druid
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Dark Elf
Status: Fine, physically...no, I'm serious. But he is not very well mentally..

Description
Height: 2 Meters (6'8)
Weight: 
Body Type: Skinny and lanky. He hasn't got much fat but he also does not have much muscle either.
Eyes: His eyes were purple but due to magic one is golden and the other is blue
Hair: Long white hair
Skin: Light-ish grey.
Markings/Tattoos: Five claw mark scars running down his right arm and ten running down his back.
Health: Currently fine physically but his mind is a jumbly mess.
Personality:  He tends to be curious, but that hasn't ended very well in the past, yet he still is. He asks quite a lot of questions, seeking to expand his knowledge in everything. Oropher has an irrational fear of various things, going out of his way to try to avoid them altogether.
Inventory: Some food, a blue-tinted scimitar named Windswept and various other assorted items.
Further Details:

Life Style
Alignment*: Chaotic Good
Deity*: The Aspects
Religion: Druidism
Alliance/Nation/Home The Druids, N/A, Le(a)nniel
Job/Class: Druid
Title(s): Bat Druid
Profession(s): Uh...being a Druid.
Special Skill(s): He's a good drawer and he is pretty intelligent. He can adapt quickly as well. He is willing to sit and listen, loving to gain knowledge of whatever. When presented with a task he thinks is possible he will tend not to give up. When presented with a task he thinks is impossible he will try and then give up.
Flaw(s): It's easy to sneak up on him. He has a tendency not to recognise people who present danger or not flee as quickly as he should, which normally ends in him getting hurt. He also has an irrational fear of fireworks. He blindly protects those he cares about, not caring for his own sake.

Magic*
Current Status: A formidable foe.
Arch-type: Druidism
Sub-Type: Communion, Control of Nature, Blight Healing
Rank: 
Weakness(es): Oropher's greatest weakness is being in an area with no plants and animals, for his Druidism cannot be used.
Strength(s): When in his home, he is strong and has animals as friends. These animals can fight for him and he can use his Druidism to control plants and animals well.
Current Spell(s): Oropher can speak with animals, control almost all plants decently and cure blight well.


Weaponry
Fighting Style: Swords, on his toes most of the time. Quick and avoiding strikes, really.
Trained Weapon: Daggers, his fists and swords
Favored Weapon: Swords
Archery: No.

Biography
Parents: Isabella Deathsbane and Ouity Deathsbane.
Siblings: Ilum'Abeth, Irrin'Pern, Elswyen, Maiku, Beren (Deceased), Fiona and Ruaonna (I may be forgetting some of them)
Children: Allison Deathsbane
Extended Family: Virella Deathsbane
Pet(s): A missing dog named Lief and a bat named Isis.

History

Oropher was born in a troubled family, his parents obsessed with money. They constantly worked to gain more of it, day after day after day, ignoring Oropher and his older brother, Beren. Because of this they were free to roam and tended to climb trees, telling each others made up stories, Oropher sketching the stories. They were truly happy, having no cares and no worries.

 

Their parents eventually decided to leave each other. They abandoned their home and left to start a new life as new people, leaving Beren and Oropher behind, leaving a note that said they were out on business. Beren and Oropher quickly had to live on the streets, shying away from people unless it was to get food. Food was the one thing they wanted, they knew they could not get anything else. One night, Oropher awoke to Beren shaking him, telling him something and running off. Oropher plunged back into darkness and slept once more. Awakening, Beren was no where to be found, anywhere. Oropher lived on the streets, slowly starving and barely managing to stay alive without Beren uintil another dark elf offered to help him. Oropher gladly accepted and was taken to the druidic grove where he was adopted by Isabella and Ouity.

 

Oropher's life got better after that fateful day. He began to learn combat, learn to read and become a dedicant. He was back again without a care in the world, having new brothers and sisters. Meeting new people who were good to him, kind to him. He loved his life once more, perking up. His shyness and nervousness faded, but still remained with him. He would go out and have, with his brothers and sisters and friends.

 

Oropher was unlucky, however. Wherever he seemed to go danger haunted him. He had so many wounds inflicted upon him. His eye was cut out, his throat bitten by an orc. His arm was broken and a Dread Knight attacked him, leaving a gash in his stomach. But worst of all was a day. A day where he was assaulted with fireworks, burning his body turning his hair to ash and blinding him. His irrational fear of fireworks was born that day. Almost half a year after that day Oropher was once again in the town square. A High Elf approached him, using him as a lab rat to test the Corruption that was seeping into Malinor. Although the Corruption did not hurt him, he did not like the feeling it made as it ate through his shoes. The high elf left before calling once more to Oropher and another child. They went over to him to examine a huge tentacle-like plant, swaying from side to side. After some time of examination the plant slammed down, skidding across Oropher. He thudded to the ground, moaning as the high elf began to cast a spell. The spell was interrupted, setting Oropher alight, burning away half of his face. He was lucky to get to a lake before dying.

 

Oropher's life continued, however. He suffered but survived. He left Malinor to the Lion's Hearth Inn and continued his Dedicancy. As his life went on he was one day...healed. His eyes, were grown back, his ear? Returned. The horrible burns on his face had faded and his hair had been grown back, even. He was happy once more as he resumed that which made him happy. His life became better and this was something he truly reveled in. It wouldn't last for long, however, as he was kidnapped by Evark Evocress and tortured. Horribly. Although his torture was physically healed it affected him mentally. He became darker, one way to put it. He didn't mind killing people...he tried to kill Evark several times and had succeeded, even. His vendetta against Evark wouldn't last long, but it was something he would remember. Evark had caused him alot of pain, he wouldn't forget.

 

But his life went into a routine, once more. Some good, some bad, but it was something he could enjoy. But something shook this up...or, someone to be precise. As Oropher was sitting in a seat one day, something horrible happened. His brother, Beren...his true, biological brother burst through the doors of the inn...deathly ill. Oropher barely got over to Beren and barely got to yell at him before he perished. This sent Oropher into a deep depression and broke him even more, mentally. But during this time of turmoil he did manage to complete his Grand Task...he did manage to overcome his Dedicancy and finally become a Druid. The vision he was presented with when he was attuned...gave him something no one else could. Closure. He had answers about Beren's death...he would still be a broken soul, but he had answers, at the very least. This made him...happier. It pulled him back to reality. Sometimes, he still phases out and stares off to the distance, but that staring no longer consumed his daily life.
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Forever a WIP, probably never to be completed. Bad formatting ahead. You have been warned.

 

Character Name Yhl'Kirilenko Therkul

Nicknames: Kiri
Age: 130 or more.
Gender: Male
Race: Kharajyr
Status: Dead

Description
Height: 6'3
Weight: 145lbs
Body Type: Although old and frail, he still has a few muscles in his arms.
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: No hair.
Skin: His fur is black.
Markings/Tattoos: None.
Health: He is absolutely fine.
Personality: Old and wise, he seeks only to spread his wisdom with the other Kha'. He is extremly against violence and tends to avoid it at all costs. He is overly confident when around the other races, however.
Inventory: Food and a sword.
Further Details: No.

Life Style
Alignment*: Neutral Good
Deity*: Metztli
Religion: Kharajyr Religion
Alliance/Nation/Home He lives in the Kharajyr camp
Job/Class: He is a blacksmith.
Title(s): Yhl'
Profession(s): Blacksmith, used to be a hunter.
Special Skill(s): He is a good blacksmith, nay, the best blacksmith the Kharajyr have with over a century of experince under his belt.
Flaw(s): He has a deathly allergy to cocoa beans. Eats one and he will die.

Magic*
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[Weaponry
Fighting Style: Avoids fighting, but if pulled into it, using a sword and swift movements.
Trained Weapon: A sword.
Favored Weapon: A sword.
Archery: Used to do it, bad at it now.

Biography
Parents: Sa'Kalx and Si'Uah, both are dead.
Siblings: None.
Children: Sa'Jujan and Sa'Rameethar
Extended Family: All of Jujan's four kittens and her husband. Rameethar's kittens.
Pet(s): None.

History

 

A Pantera was born in Va'Khajra. A single child, the others died a few days after birth. Because of this, Kirilenko was considered special. Lucky. His parents brooded over what to do with him, wondering what he should be. Wishing to raise him in their images, but there was a problem with this. Uah and Kalx both had different ideas of what Kirilenko should be. Uah wished for him to be a scribe or a priest while Kalx wished for him to be a hunter or a guard. This led to arguments. Brutal arguments. With Kirilenko in the middle of it all. This caused Kirilenko to remove himself from the house, doing one of two things. Eating or climbing the trees. On one particular day when Kalx was urging Uah to allow Kirilenko to continue combat training Kirilenko slipped away, going to the kitchen and searching for any foods. Carrots, melons, apples, breads and..a bean. Kirilenko had never seen before. Spiking the curiosity any cub would have he ate it, which caused him to fall to the ground within thirty seconds, beginning to choke. His parents panicked, giving him water, juice, sugar anything. While those soothed his throat and allowed him to survive, none of them repaired the damage. Except for one. Water with some sugar and a feather. It was a strange cure but it worked and Kirilenko always kept a jar of this on his person at all time, when he was younger.

 

When he was thirteen his father gruffly told him. "Kirilenko, gaw awt awnd hawnt a peeg. Tayk Kalx's sawrd awnd breeng eet bahc." Kirilenko nodded. "Awwky, Patta." Kirilenko left, weilding the overly large sword as he trotted into the jungle. He found a pig, picking at flowers curiously. Kirilenko snuck up behind the pig before rushing forwards, slicing it open. As the pig fell to the ground, Kirilenko grinned. He picked up the pig and brought it back to his home. As he opened the door he saw his father kneeling, bringing a bloody knife from something. Kirilenko slowly approached his father, dropping the pig onto the ground with a 'thud!' "Pat...ta? Whutta ees hawpeenang? Awr yuu...awwky?" He asked as he wearily approached his father. His father whipped his head around, looking to Kirilenko and then getting up, dropping the knife and dashing out of the house. Kirilenko blinked as he looked down and saw...Uah. "MUNNA!" He screamed as he darted over to her, dropping to his knees and crying into her stomach. "Kiri...Munna...lawvs yu. Vaw...ry mawch. Shi daws...nawt hawv tiawm. Munna wunts yu...tu knuw. Thawt...shi weel. Alwayhs. Lawv yu. Alw...ayhs..." Kirilenko nodded, smiling. "Munna, n-naw! Yuu awrnt guueng tu diaw! Kirilenko...sayv yuu!" He said as Uah's head thunked to the ground, eyes rolling back. "Kirilenko...sayv yuu..." He said as he sobbed into her corpse.

 

 

Life became a routine. A weekly routine. Day one, kill pig, days two and three was sit and watch the world. Day four was kill another pig. Days five and six and seven were watch the world. His life had no meaning as he would lay, depressed as he watched the stars and the moon. The sun and the clouds. He went through the motions, depressed. The once excited and happy Kirilenko became nervous and shy. He would hear is name on occasion but he would rarely ever respond. He stayed like this for two years until he finally came to terms with the fact his father...had murdered his mother.

 

He finished his trails and was Sa'Kirilenko. His life was simple enough. Hunt during the day and sleep in the trees. Although he went through the motions, he showed his emotions. He would be happy or sad or angry or fearful. He was once again a person. 

 

TO BE COMPLETED

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Character Name Ilo

Nicknames: None
Age: 2
Gender: Male
Race: Wolfy
Status: Probably pouncing on flowers.

Description
Height: About 5 foot
Weight: 70-100lbs
Body Type: A lean mean muscly fighting machine.
Eyes: Browny red.
Hair: Got a greyish scruff around his neck.
Skin: His fur is red and grey.
Markings/Tattoos: None.
Health: Absolutely fine.
Personality: Ridiculously curious. His curiousity may be unmatched as anything he sees must be investigated. He is weary of the descendant races, however, he cannot trust any of them.
Inventory:
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Life Style
Alignment*: Neutral
Deity*: None
Religion: None
Alliance/Nation/Home
Job/Class: Being a wolf.
Title(s):
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Special Skill(s): He is small and quick. Small and very very quick, able to outrun most of the descendant races

Flaws(s): Extreme curiousity is extremly problematic and can end him in trouble. He is also loves meat, eating as much meat as possible.

Magic*
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Weaponry
Fighting Style: Claws and teeth
Trained Weapon: Pouncing and biting at stuff.
Favored Weapon: His claws and his teeth.
Archery: No.

Biography
Parents:
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History

Ilo loved to hop about the flowers and he still does. Just outside his den he would always hop about them, bite them and pounce on them, none of his pack mates knew why but he was fine, he was not bringing on any harm. His short life has been eventful, he has been almost kidnapped numerous times, but has also met a nice druid. A druid who he thinks is a friend and he trusts her, going around with her when he finds her. But, as said, he still has had a short life and we will see what happens to him in the future.

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[Bat Druid 140]

​True Resurrection!

 

After a few months I have updated this thread, specifically Oropher's character card and added one little thing about Kirilenko.

 

I added the fact Kirilenko died.

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me sibling too.