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*Art by Tamtamdi on deviantart **Draws heavy influence from the Slavic God, Veles or in some instances is referred to as Volos. Young men known as the Vucari would adorn sheep wool and masks and sing and collect gifts from households during Pagan celebrations that were said to transfer over to Veles to ensure good fortune and prevent angering the versatile god. Music: Touch here to play “To see the city burn to such a Sweet Melody. Paradisum!” “Down we go through Fire and Earth to set the world ablaze.” “Untempered and Unbound. Never Forfeit. Never Frown.” “They have not known my Wrath until they have known my Wisdom.” Basic Information A Male half-elf of unknown age who oftentimes goes by V. It is uncommon for him to announce his full name, Veles Volos Vucari, due to the repetition of sounds. Physical Description Veles is a well built, strangely handsome man with the a fury for life. All aspects of his existence are an amusement to him and because of this he very rarely allows people or situations to burden him opting to rather discard them instead. His hair, a truly outrageous mass of unkept wooly tangles, would often trip him up and is usually cascading over his side or back in a ponytail and at times wound as tightly as possible into a bun. The entire body of this wiry being is laced with spindly veins physically demonstrating his obsessive nature over his own body and his lack of regard to even his own safety. His hands are adorned with numerous calluses, scars and burns and his feet are rough due to never wearing shoes and are almost monkey-like in their ability to grip and maneuver space. There seems to be nothing but force, ferocity and fire to him and that is displayed in everything he does from walking to smirking. Vocal Description An eerie quality surrounds his speech that treads a line between the savagery of a wolf and the cunning ire of a provoked snake waiting to strike. A hunter to his core and deceptively intuitive, Veles sees fit to use his voice as one would use an instrument. Where others would be monotone and stagnant in their use of sounds Veles’ way of speaking is irregular, often not matching up to his thoughts or actions. He enjoys playing with sounds and crafting the use of his voice as one would craft a harmonies to a song and as he speaks a sense of amusement fills the sounds produced as if he found every topic in life at least slightly funny. His laugh ranges from a quiet snicker to uproarious chortling but never really a middle ground displaying a carefree attitude when it comes to social interaction. Physical Traits Height: 6'1" Weight: 165lbs Body Type: - Slender/Muscular Eyes: Hazel-Brown Hair: Dirty Blonde Skin: Tanned Markings/Tattoos: He has a series of tribal chevron tattoos adorning each of his arms starting just below the elbows. Health: Physically Healthy. Pyromaniac, Borderline Personality Disorder, Narcissistic, megalomaniacal, attention-seeking sadist with delusions of grandeur. Personality Veles craves attention and will go out of his way to ensure he is noticed and remembered. There is a fire in his eyes that shows determination and strength but his twisted smile reveals darker intentions. He knows quite well what is right and wrong and will choose wrong every time simply because it is wrong. The world is imbalanced in his eyes and he believes it is part of his destiny to ensure the scales are equally weighed. This half-elf is exuberant in all aspects of life maybe even growing bored with the thought of his long life. Though a true wild card Veles may even make friends with rather good people and does not always act to necessarily hurt others but he knows no true loyalty as he would rather destroy another's beauty and life than see his own reality collapse and because of this he is selfish to a fault. His agenda is sporadic and sometimes incoherent or nonexistent. Veles enjoys music perhaps more than anything else and will likely stop to listen whenever it is present as to him music is the most magical creation one can achieve. Strangely enough Veles holds grudges against those who have broken oaths to him even though he wouldn't blink an eye before breaking an oath of his own. He has no sense of honor but is angered when others act the same. Inventory Veles adores jewelry but is unlikely to buy it. He collects it whenever he can and takes the opportunity to flaunt it as much as possible. Along with jewelry Veles has a growing obsession with stones, gems and other naturally refined minerals. Sometimes Veles may be seen wearing a simple mask but because he is not widely known it cannot yet be discerned as to whether it is actually him wearing the masks, Other than that Veles tends to burn his worldly possessions. Further Details Veles abhors clerics and enjoys nothing more than toying with anything godly. Though he pretends he can talk directly to several different aenguldaemons he enjoys infiltrating and abusing those from other orders. It is not yet discovered if Veles has the capacity for affection but like all creatures he must surely have favorite things in this world. The only obvious one is his admiration for music. Life Style Alignment: Chaotic Evil Deity: Veles enjoys many aenguldaemons but worships none. He heavily dislikes when aenguldaemons have followers that flaunt their divine powers and will seek to toy with these characters despite his own megalomania. Religion: - Polytheism Symbols: Bear, wolf, snake, dragon, willow tree Alliance/Nation/Home: None Job/Class: Veles has a strange interest in sheep or really anything resembling sheep. If he ever showed true kindness it would briefly be to these types of creatures though that doesn't mean he will spare their lives. Herding isn't beneath him but Veles tends to do what he needs to make his money if he wants it. Title(s): None as of yet Special Skill(s): Fire-spinning, Acrobatics and dancing. Flaws: Veles is unpredictable and will go blindly into situations allowing himself to be vulnerable more than he lets on. He has trouble socializing or forming meaningful relations with other people. Veles suffers from several physiological disorders but obviously still feels pain causing him to put himself in bed rest relatively often due to his dangerous way of life. His way of life is taking an offensive stance to pretty much everything which leaves something to be desired from his defensive capabilities. Lightning also seems to be his opposite. He does not fear it but does avoid it whenever possible. Magic Current Status: Aura Color -> A combination of Blood Red to Tiger Orange Scripted to learn: Pyromancy tier 0 Geomancy tier 0 Other magic TBA *** Weaponry Fighting Style: Veles takes delight barraging enemies with magic and watching them dance. Any way he can employ the environment to toy with his opponent the more enjoyable the fight becomes for him. He can be described as a pyromaniac, a berserker and even roguish. However he is also known to thrown hard&fast punches, even at the cost of self-injury Favored Weapon: Veles enjoys swords that are either light enough for him to hit flurries of attacks with or swords heavy enough to require him to throw his entire body into the swings wildly attacking with two hands, perhaps getting hurt in the process. Archery: - Veles isn't very good with bows due to a lack of patience with the aiming process but enjoys throwing random objects during a fight, something he has become quite good at. Biography Parents: Presumed Dead Siblings: Presumed Dead Extended Family: Presumed Dead Pet(s): Yet Unknown History Veles speaks very little about his history but what is known is that there was a tragedy during his early childhood, perhaps infancy, which laid the foundation for his descent into chaos. It can be assumed that some form of neglect, abuse and even torture pushed the half-elf past the breaking point long ago and that the person who is Veles is a product of his environment. How he got to Axios is unknown but he seems to have originated elsewhere. His story is largely left untold but one thing is clear his fortunes to come will be wrought with flames. Artwork (As a child) *Art by Tamtamdi on deviantart ** Further reading on the Slavic God of Earth, Waters, Forests, Magic, Weatlh, Underworld and Death can be found here!
As the winter is finaly over and Kazradin becomes greener again , a ville sound of fire and decay can be heared from the South. As the dwarves rally on their city square , a muntain dwarf comes inside Kal'Karaad , his body burned and with his last breath shouts "Dragon!". It was a Green firedragon from the Far South , who saw the dwarven capital and decided to make its new home there! But it was too late since the dragon had already reached the dwarven capital and so the dwarves are now trapped inside their mountain home. After hours of waiting , a loud noise could be heared from the Grandaxe Tunnel . It was the dragon , who tried to enter the city .The dwarves , in order to save theirselves , destroyed the tunnel in hope of the dragon would die in it. But they were wrong as the dragon survived and now they were completely trapped. But the sound of elven and human horns started echoing in the distance. As the human and elven troops started making their way to the dwarven capital , something odd happened. The ground they were walking started shaking and then all hell broke loose. The fallen warriors from the battles around Urguan lands started rising from their graves. At the end , the elven and human troops were surrounded. ((Just give the event team a way to start killing people so the event would be nicer and not like 60 people go to an event and only 1 dies.))
Whispers and rumors would tell tales of people combusting into flame, leaving only remnants of ash and charred bone. Burned asunder by some seemingly magical force, the victim isn't around to tell their tale. What causes this mystery? Why does it occur so rarely? And can an unsuspecting citizen replicate it to their unfortunate demise? Spontaneous combustion, an anomaly maybe more magical then people would have previously presumed. In fact it's so closely tied to magic, mages and sorcerers alike have been dancing a thin line, narrowly escaping the the dreaded fate of being burnt to a crisp. Within us all, resides the key to our ability to cast magic. Entwined with our soul is our mana pool, the supply which we draw upon to cast brilliant displays of magic. When we deplete this resource it naturally regenerates in time, leaving us tired and weak. However what happens when we use too much, and expend our need for energy further then we should have gone? The answer is woefully simply, spontaneous combustion. However not easily reached and still quite rare, cases have lead me to believe that a mass exertion of mana is what causes this strange anomaly. Cases and tests show that it's not a regular occurrence, even when one does deplete their mana pool. It's the most extreme and rare cases this spontaneous combustion signals an unfortunate end to a mages life. Perhaps this is even capable with mundane citizens, or Knightly types? Perhaps streams of mana within our world are also to blame, focusing a mass concentration of mana on a single spot, triggering some kind of effect within ones soul? Alas, this is but the beginning of possible research and study. Something certainly to keep in mind at least, as I don't desire to be turned into soot anytime soon... - Kalameet Izalith, journal entry: Spontaneous Combustion ((Just felt like writing some Lore in the perspective of Kalameet. This is something I've always thought about after some inspiration from a book I once read. To be clear, this can't be weaponized and doesn't have to be enforced at all, as it's rare even when one does go past their magical limit. This is just something interesting which I decided to write!))