No_Mortale

Very good piece of lore

Nessuno leans on a rail, calmly observing the goings on below in Malinor. Looking up between a gap in the trees, he smiles at the sun rays peering through.* "It is a good day today, no?" he asks no one in particular. A sudden change in the wind causes a chill to fall down his spine, shadows fall over the balcony. Nessuno looked up to see the foul outline of a black raven drifting down to mount the rail beside him. Looking calmly, yet suspiciously at the bird, he retrieves the contents of a message and begins to exam them. Nessuno's eyes grew dark, and a scowl falls across his face. "Iblees.." he spat venemously, "That name is foul.." He remembered his fathers past... the Black Hand... And the betrayal. "Never will I return..." He reaches into his bag, and pulls forth a small knife. Swiftly he sliced a fine line through the back of his hand, and dipping his gloved hand in the blood, smeared the sign... The sign of the Illuminus Obscura. "Never will the Gods have power like they did..." he whispered as he dispatched the bird with the message. Darkness fell. And all was quiet.

Blood slowly drips down the gloved hand of the Zodiac. A simple mark had been made upon the parchment... one of death....

Suggestion. Change the font colour. That dark blue is terrible to read. Use a light blue, or some other colour. Otherwise its rather good

Nessuno Mortale Nicknames: Age: 82 Gender: Male Race: Elf/Human Status: Alive Description Height: 5'11" Weight: 76kg Body Type: Muscular Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Skin: Tanned Markings/Tattoos: A small mark on his right wrist Health: Fit as a fiddle Personality: Intelligent, serious, witty, controling Inventory: A small otf blade, and a bent steal longsword Further Details: Life Style Alignment*: Chaotic Neutral/Chaotic Evil Deity*: None Religion: Illuminus Obscura Alliance/Nation/Home Malinor Job/Class: Man of Fortune Title(s): Senior' Profession(s): Builder, Farmer, Man of Fortune Special Skill(s): Assassiation, Propaganda, and Trechery of all sorts. Nessuno is in physical prime, and is a practiced gymnast. Flaw(s): Psychopathy (see VA for more info, no meta remember ) Magic* Current Status: Arch-type: Sub-Type: Rank: Weakness(es): Strength(s): Current Spell(s): Weaponry Fighting Style: Covert Preferred Weapon: OTF Knife Favored Weapon: Long Sword Archery: Composit Bow Biography Parents: Eziano Mortale, Celede the Wh*re Siblings: Unknown Children: None Extended Family: Unknown Pet(s): None History ...Nessuno Mortale...the name Eziano his father gave him...meaning...’No Mortal’... Nessuno Mortale was an accident his father made back in the prime of Lauralin in Aegis. His mother Celedë was a local *****, and a beauty at that, who one night at the tavern caught his father’s eye, and made her wage for the night. Nessuno came about nine months later, to Celedë’s annoyance, but such was life. His mother settled down for a time, and raised Nessuno to the age of one, but her supply of Minas was dwindling, so she went back into her field of expertise. Celedë was around during the day to care for Nessuno, but after he was put to bed she went out about her dark business. Nessuno was kept at home most of the day for the first ten years of his life,but as this half human, half elf matured he started to seek freedom. The sun fell behind the tree’s of Lauralin one night in the season of the Great Harvest. Nessuno had been left in the small tree him and his mother called home. Staring at the leaves above him from his bed, Nessuno started to become restless. He was curious, and fearless... Rising he climbed up the tree and looked out the way that his mother usually left to...work. He sat there for some minutes,wondering again, probably for the millionth time,about how his mother rolled in the Minas. Curiosity and courage combined and lead him out into the treetops high above the winding path his mother walked every night. Climbing along he eventually heard the sound of singing and music,along with the ruckus of restless and rowdy people. Climbing lower in the trees Nessuno approached the noise and peeping through the tree canopy he saw the tavern. Bright lights, big men, elves, and little dwarves all conversed with each other, some on friendly terms, other’s not so much. Looking around he spotted her, his mother... Celedë was dressed provocatively and was surrounded by huge ugly men... One monster, swathed in a great oily mop of hair grasped her by her lovely blond hair and muscled her off to the side. Nessuno kept a steady gaze on the horrible situation his mother was in. Celedë kept up a pathetic smile as she was handled by this whale of a man, who was drowning in his own liqueur. Making a turn the man hustled her off around a corner into a small tree labelled ‘Kitchen’. Nessuno quickly re-positioned himself in the balcony until he was above his mother, and this horrible beast...He watched as his mother was abused in all dimensions, but let her be. He understood that this was how she kept him and herself alive, but regardless his blood boiled at how this man was handling her. The man threw his mother violently on what looked like a kitchen table before returning to his business, bringing out a small cry from her. This pushed Nessuno over the edge, jumping down quietly he gasped the shelf behind him. His teeth gritted and his hands shook rapidly. Fumbling along the shelf he grasped a crude butcher knife tightly in his hand.Moving forward to the man he grasped his shoulder. Pulling with all his strength he turned the man around, and bringing his knife to bear he rendered it unto the man’s flesh. The swarthy man didn’t have time to cry as his throat was sliced to pieces by three consecutive cuts. Falling backwards slowly to the ground he left Nessuno standing there with his mother lying crying on the table. Leaning down he dipped his hand in the man’s blood, and smeared it along the kitchens trademark symbol... This image remained forever in his mind. Due to his...actions... Celedë took Nessuno and fled Lauralin. They reached the Cloud temple and took refuge with the monks there. No one ever came after them, no one even suspected them.Together they joined in the exodus from Aegis, and arrived on the vessels in Asulon. His mother couldn’t deal with the sight of Nessuno anymore. His form brought back memories of that dreadful night that she just had to forget. She left him with the monks of the Cloud Temple and departed, what became of her Nessuno never knew...Nessuno for a time was a scribe in the temple, learning to read and write, but his lack of attention was his undoing. He was transferred to the kitchen, where he worked with the most unbearable soul in the business...The dwarf cook, Falthur, a bane in existence. It seemed that his life’s goal was to make Nessuno’s life as miserable as possible. It was only two weeks into this job, and Nessuno was already driven to the edge of sanity. One day Falthur was screaming yet again at Nessuno. Slowly he zoned out to Falthur and his constant screaming in his face, during which flashbacks of that night returned. Rapidly before his eyes he saw the shelf, the man, the knife...the slices across his neck and chest, and the blood on the wall...Waking from his daydream he rubbed his hands together, to feel something...warm... He listened...there was no shouting... Looking down he saw his hands, stained in red, Falthur sliced to pieces, and the blood inscription on the wall. He stopped breathing for what seemed like a life time. Slowly life returned.... He didn’t need Falthur... He didn’t need anything... Walking off slowly he left his past behind. He left the temple shortly after, never to be heard of by the monks, leaving the bloodied corpse of Falthur, and a legacy behind... Artwork