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[Mattias of Aurue 0]

In-Character Information:

Complete the following biography on your character:

 

Full Name: Mattias Auruelieus (of Aurue)

Current Age: 27

Sub-race (if any): Dark Elf

Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):

Mattias grew up as a prize child. In the Elven village where he was born, there had not been a child born in over 150years, so by all the elves,he was revered and pampered. But as he grew, he began to become sick of the pampering and he became ruthless to any who reached out to him. He felt that children should be taught how to fight, fend for themselves, not be pampered and removed from normal society until they are old enough. So when he was 11 years old, Mattias ran away to live alone in the forest. But he lasted about four years before he returned. Everyone in the village had thought that a curse had been put on them and they would never have children so when he returned there was a great feast. He was put under great protection, but he voiced his opinions and was granted permission to have a tutor to teach him fighting. But he had a bad temper and flew through tutors. But one tutor stuck. His name was R’yrione, an old elven, roughly eight hundred years old, although he never divulged his age. He told R’yrione outrageous stories of olden times, and he taught R’yrione some of his very little knowledge of the old language. But the thing that fascinated Mattias was magic, especially magic that could be used for harming others. R’yrione saw something great in Mattias, and he was determined to let it loose, even if he wasn’t sure if this great thing was evil or not.

 

Mattias was banished from the village five years later, when he ruined a Red Rose Festival Day, by throwing a fit when he wasn't given any. Many in the village by then had long out grown the long tirades of anger Mattias was used to. Many had grown wary of his evil nature. It was often that he was caught beating up older elves who called him names, going well past the point that most would usually stop. The only who stayed with him the way was his tutor, but in a fit of anger he killed his tutor with his tutors own knife, and he was off on his own once again. For a creature of a species that moves so slowly, his life was flying by. He did not know what the next day would hold. It was uncommon for Mattias to spend days as if they would be his last. He began to get into fights, to fuel himself. He felt as though anger were driving him. Eventually he began to lose grasp on reality. One day he would find himself in a bar and he would suddenly wake up five days later in a cave with bruises and untreated cuts all over his body. That is when the ‘creature’ came into his life. The ‘creature’ was another being inhabiting his body, fighting for dominance. He was a fighter, whereas Mattias was a sly, intimidatory being, not often prone to fighting the real fight, but scarring and hurting his enemies into submission. Mattias tried to negotiate with his other self into maybe working together to create a one powerful being, with wits, charm, strength, and all. But the ‘creature’ is a predator, and predators dislike competition, it is easier to take out your enemy than to work with them. So the two are forever locked in a battle for the body.

 

Mattias continued to wander, getting into fights, and trying to curb the ‘creature’ for four more years. He, or rather, the ‘creature’ amassed a large horde of stuff from which he looted from his many foes, but one day, while counting through his stolen treasure, Mattias was attacked, beaten into unconsciousness before the ‘creature’ could take  over. He awoke in the woods, torn up and sore. He had no recollection of the last few days, but as he looked himself over, he had blood stains all over him, although none of the blood was his own...

 

Ambitions for the Future: Mattias strives to find a cure for his ‘creature’ as he calls it. He feels as though he is detached from his own self and he wants to find a way to cure his anger

Personality: Mattias is an elf driven, no, controlled by anger. He is losing half of his mind to the point where he personifies his anger into another being sharing his body, and he is losing the fight for dominance. Because of this fact, he loses much social experience and scares many people off. He is not one to get into a fight with, because he will give himself away to his other half which has a knack for taking all the memories of his training and turning them into reality making him a lethal weapon. When Mattias is “himself” however, he has a very sharp and agile mind. He is quite wary of other people because he is afraid someone will provoke him and he’ll lose control. But despite his anti-socialism, Mattias has a soft spot for children, especially Elven children. He is strong willed and perpetually angry.

Skills: Mattias is a two sided weapon. His agile brain makes him great to recognize a situation and analyze it. He also has a great skill for provoking anger in others, at the risk of losing his own anger. And when he does lose anger, he is a fearsome warrior, always going for the kill. He is a strong negotiator and intimidator, and is very good at jibing others into fighting him, and in result, killing them. He is good at self control however, trying in many ways to fight the ‘creature’ by controlling certain aspects of his life.

Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): (( I do not use a Desktop but a Laptop which doesn't allow me to access any of the f keys. Besides, my name is too long to have a skin (16 letter Glitch) So it will be the default of whatever texturepack the person I meet is using. But in any case, this is my skin: http://tinyurl.com/m9kw38z ))

Any other details you wish to share about your character: Mattias is a dangerous person to encounter. It is hard to tell who is in control whenever one might meet him on the road. He usually tries to stay out of the way of him, but should he approach anyone, they should be wary of him. He will always try to strike up a conversation, no matter whom is in charge, and if they conversation is quite shifty it is best to back off, because Mattias will often try to keep the conversation normal and mellow, whereas the 'creature' will try and shift the conversation quickly, being quick slick, and not quite straightforward with any information he might happen to let go during the conversation, and will always try to provoke the person.

 

Open-Response-Questions

Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.

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1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?

 

Answer:

I walk up to the group of elves silently, and then laugh loudly. They all turn and look at me. I say to them, Haha! "What is all the fun about?" I turn to the tallest one of the group and address him. "What is all the great fun about?" My eyes turn cold, all mirth leaves my voice as my hand moves to my side. "Why don't we all laugh some more!" Don't do this I tell myself, you'll get in trouble again. But darn it, I hated it when children were involved. Children should never be involved, they are much to precious. No, these elves had it coming to them. I pull free my dagger with trained speed and cut the man to my left's jugular before many of the other elves can pull free any sort of weapon or prepare any sort of spell. "Four against one, hardly fair odds." I mumble under my breath. Then I lunge, knowing he will be able to get out of the way. Fighting against other elves is taxing, much faster than humans, much stronger. I feel a sharp pain in my upper shoulder as a man strikes me with the butt of a sword. Knowing from instinct that he is much to close, I pull my right leg back until it connects with his leg and then pull hard so that he falls to the ground, while simultaneously striking out at the elf charging at me from the blindside of my left. The dagger connects but doesn't get deep enough. Taking advantage of the fallen mans state, I pounce, stabbing him once in the throat, and then fling myself off of him into a crouched state. Noticing that no spell had yet to be cast, I realized that they must not be as skilled in magic as he had previously thought. Quickly, while eyeing the others in front of me, I muttered a spell. I lunged at the elf to my right not waiting to see what happened, hearing a second later a cry emerge from behind me as a root twisted up from the ground to catch around the neck of one of the elves. I took several jabs at the elf before he kicked the knife from me. Instead of charging me, he through the knife as far as he could, and retreated. Turning around, the other elf was gone as well. I turn to look at the spot where the elf child was gone and only see the dirt and the leaves. I glance around me and see blood everywhere. The haze of anger I had entered past, and a wave of anguish enveloped me.

 

2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?

 

Answer:

I stare at the man before walking up to him. I stare down at him with penetrating eyes. I stoop over and gather up the coins one by one and put them back into the pouch. But when I have gathered them all, I do not return them to the man, I simply pocket them and go back up to the man on the ground. I put myself very close to him and whisper in his ear that the strong survive, and that I am doing him a favor before closing his eyes, pulling out my dagger and slitting his throat. I pull his body off to the side of the road and burn it.

 

3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).

 

Answer:

I saunter over to the carriage with the small quantity of gold that I have and say to the man if he has any sort of garment that would cover my face more, but change my mind as I get closer to the carriage and see a shiny curved iron sword hanging from the door. The man notices my interest and points at the sword.

 

“A real beauty aint she? Yeah, I bought it off a peddler who brought it up from the south, says it was one of the first of it’s kind, about a thousand years old. He said it’s imbued with some sort of magic that gives it great strength. Rumored to not break ever! I’ll give it to you for eight thousand!”

 

I nearly choke, eight thousand... I would have to sell my soul for twelve years to afford such a sword, he must think I was some sort of royalty. I try to think of a way to get the sword but nothing comes to mind. The sword, though, so entrancing and enticing, almost as it’s calling for me. I decided that I must have this blade no matter what.

 

“I’ll take it.” I say. A giddy look appears on the mans face, and I know he was trying to high ball me, so I continue. “For one thousand, or no deal.” I try hard to keep my face a stone slab, unreadable, fighting against my anger. The traders expression drops to one of compressed outrage. His lip tightens trying to hold back a witty retort. I’d sold it, he was angry, and now I was in the power of this negotiation.

 

“That is completely too far below my price, what is the explanation of your outrageous price.” the man demands, struggling to keep his voice steady. I glance over at the blade, and in my anger driven state I notice several details.

 

“Well to begin, the sword has a scratch on it, on the tempered edge, it’s thin but if you look closely, the faint outline of a scar, sharpened over and polished over is still there. And the sword is hardly new looking as you stated. The fact that it is rumored to be over one thousand years old is quite obvious, the leather bindings on the hilt look as if they’ve been used in countless battles! From the looks of the hilt alone, this blade could be over five thousand for all I know! So that is two reasons this sword could be at all worth eight thousand minas discounted right there!” The man looked flustered for a minute, then got a shrewd look on his face. He waved off my claims.

“Cosmetic details only, you make a slaughter out of a butchering. The sword has a scratch, aye, but it can only be the reason of the strengthening of the blade. And the leather binding is easily replaced. This taken into fact, I will make you a strong deal of seven thousand minas.”

I laugh, this man was actually funny now. I let my anger drag me down deeper.

“Good point, but not good enough. The sword also is shorter than ones used today,  maybe it was the normal length for ones back in those times, but it is too short to fight with without a shield, which elves do not normally carry. I will pay one thousand five hundred and no more for that blade.”

 

The man slapped his hand on the side of the carriage. “Then leave gosh darn it!”

 

I remained calm, knowing what would happen next. “I’ll leave when I get my sword for the right price.”

 

My wording enraged him and he drew his dagger taking two steps toward me shaking the point at me. I let him come in close until I grab his wrist, pulled him close and twisted his arm around his back, I held him close and pulled out my own dagger and put it to his side. I drew his head back near my own and whispered into his ear.

 

“I’ll take you, and dismember each and every one of your fingers and toes, and then package them nicely onto a string in which I will gag you after cutting off your long, untasteful, shaggy hair and turning it into rope which I will tie you to the skinny tree over there. I will then set your small carriage a flame and have you watch your lively hood burn to the ground. Then I will take the half melted piece of who knows what sword that you tried to over sell to me and behead your waste of space and throw it into the fire. On the other hand, I could buy your ware for eight thousand and walk away.”

I let the man walk away from my embrace. He knew I had been joking about killing  him and the tension dispersed. I took the sword from the hook, and threw him his dagger. He stepped back and held his hand out.

I chuckled. “I said eight thousand I would pay you, eight thousand days to live. And if you throw in the bandana over there, I’ll make it eight thousand and one. Have a nice life, I’ll see you in a few years if you live that long.” And I turned on my heel and stalked away.

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