Volutional

[ Am I the only one thought he was speaking to about Voldermort ]

[Time to be a pest, 2011*]

Defiantly well deserved, just look at that post count!

I really feel foolish for questioning the Loremaster, but it's either me, the wiki, or you, I however doubt it is you: "The most widely accepted account of the origins of Aegis comes from the writings of The Wandering Wizard. Below is The Wandering Wizard's Chronicles of the Ancient History, written in the second seed of year 84 at the Cloud Temple of Aegis:" Can you please point out where I have said he is older than Aegis, I'd like to remove it, and change it. I'm not trying to prove you wrong or anything.

Okay, here is an explanation: My first character, "Myst", I changed the name to Vokul for effect and I played this character most of my time here, My second character, Rogash, Everything from him onwards was planned, and I found it very inspiring to play him, Now, my present character, Vokul, he is Myst, though he is a lot older and will become "Younger" until his death as a baby. Sounds complicated in my eyes. Changelist: Added Lore, Added two more pictures, more being worked on, Edited in some background music for you to enjoy, not mine, Deleted "Skins" section, to free some image space.

( Imagine if Rogash was still around, maaan.... You'd have a mate pretty much, he loves trees, apples, and likes to help old women in their homes. )

Updated with a trio of quick builds, VERY QUICK.

(( You obviously haven't touched it then :P ))

(( You shouldn't be posting, considering your Character is dead. ))

*You see a Orc crying and whaling in front of A Khazar's borders, he is knelt down and shouting: "Felix! NO! WHY!? Your hair was so.....fluffy...." *Rogash then wipes his tears, and lays down, and begins to suck his thumb.

Yeh, sounds REALLY fun, considering it's copied from da nation'

Sorry Hiebe :P I may switch back and forth, though I doubt it.

Character Idea Page A culmination of builds, idea, and images This is here to get the approval of the community, and if it needed, GMs. Vokul is an ancient Wizard (not with magic), he is of age before most of Aegis' current inhabitants. He is a total of 1270 years of age, and slowly walks upon Aegis in it's final days. As the magical barrier between The Nether and The Over-world slowly weakens (This is proven in Lore), Vokul is allowed entry into Aegis after his life had ended 1270 years ago. It is possible because he was re-awakened by the shift in this magical barrier, which revived his very bones, upon his crypt in the Ruins of the North (actually exists). He appears to be fully skeletal, and talks really slowly. He will take a long time to explain his sentences, and talks in his own ancient tongue, or in that which is riddles. He wears a red robe, in the colour of blood, though it is not dyed with it. His cult that he was apart of used to Worship Daemons, not necessarily Iblees, but the Gods of Fire. - - - LORE Originally part of a Cult of Researchers, Vokul was a proud and honest man, heavy bearded and Noble to his finest hair. His Cult members, Juval and Zuril were his co-workers, and they studied in the Cloud Temple Library most everyday. It came a time when their studies were disrupted, Vokul was sitting in an armchair in the bottom of the Library, when Juval snook inside looking from above. Vokul was reading a book about dark magic, and how it could be used, Juval noticed as this book was clearly distinctive from a distance. Zuril then emerged from a row of bookshelves, he said. "Vokul, your studies seem, strange" Vokul snapped the book shut, the dust accumulating on his glasses. "My studies are not of your business, we are here to find Daemons, and THAT is it", Vokul made for a hasty exit, before being confronted by Juval. "You aren't leaving, traitor", Juval mentioned.-Vokul looked around, there was Zuril blocking the other escape route, trapped now. Juval wielding a knife, Zuril armed with a torch. Juval went for his throat, slicing through the windpipe, Zuril waved the torch on Vokul's back, setting him alight. Vokul burns, whilst Zuril and Juval left, slowly.-Vokul's spirit sank into the ground, bashing through rock and magma, until it landed inside the Nether, unreachable , invisible to all. Vokul lay inside a box of Netherrack, for 1270 years, his restless soul pondered and questioned it's pain and anger, alone, no voices apart from the last few memories his sanity left for him.-A rumble occurred in the Nether, the Magical Barrier keeping Iblees inside had weakened. Vokul's spirit begins to rise, and rips through the sections of the Nether, and taps into Aegis. Vokul then rises, from inside his Crypt near New Terriko (exists IC) and he roars in his freedom, and he flees to Al Khazar, robed to hide his skeletal features. He hears word that creatures known as the Undead are growing stronger in the North, and that Iblees has made a presence in Al Khazar of recent. Vokul places the obvious together, he now figures that Iblees may have helped him come to existence. Vokul had somehow forgotten the 1270 years of waiting, as if it was a nightmare, or a bad dream...

I doubt I'll get my Art GCSE, damn it's difficult...

Can't look at people's post the same way again, without remembering how ugly the white is :P